<?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-7314609013010933571</id><updated>2012-02-07T12:28:05.267-05:00</updated><category term='SKYPE'/><category term='MPOM'/><category term='Doty'/><category term='Maureen'/><title type='text'>Redhead Moments</title><subtitle type='html'>A way for Family and friends to view pictures and read some weird stuff about me.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dotydeer7.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7314609013010933571/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dotydeer7.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7314609013010933571/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Doty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04653802643894425551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RDEfK246szw/ThdYyxhze6I/AAAAAAAAASU/6USV4Ueo8mk/s220/IM002418%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>176</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7314609013010933571.post-3446609795704068423</id><published>2011-10-24T07:25:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T07:25:39.020-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"One" derland- Big Milestone Reach</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7314609013010933571/posts/default/3446609795704068423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7314609013010933571/posts/default/3446609795704068423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dotydeer7.blogspot.com/2011/10/one-derland-big-milestone-reach.html' title='&quot;One&quot; derland- Big Milestone Reach'/><author><name>Doty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04653802643894425551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RDEfK246szw/ThdYyxhze6I/AAAAAAAAASU/6USV4Ueo8mk/s220/IM002418%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--9FjjFwjD0o/TqVLFtvdpjI/AAAAAAAAAVo/3Ca3DaydtZg/s72-c/IM002564.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7314609013010933571.post-3482825532554759517</id><published>2011-10-16T10:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-16T10:59:08.875-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Zac Brown Band - Keep Me In Mind Video</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7314609013010933571/posts/default/3482825532554759517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7314609013010933571/posts/default/3482825532554759517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dotydeer7.blogspot.com/2011/10/zac-brown-band-keep-me-in-mind-video.html' title=''/><author><name>Doty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04653802643894425551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RDEfK246szw/ThdYyxhze6I/AAAAAAAAASU/6USV4Ueo8mk/s220/IM002418%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7314609013010933571.post-6071426237528173806</id><published>2011-10-02T13:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-02T13:24:19.900-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I love this Chris Young Song   "You"</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7314609013010933571/posts/default/6071426237528173806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7314609013010933571/posts/default/6071426237528173806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dotydeer7.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-love-this-chris-young-song-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Doty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04653802643894425551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RDEfK246szw/ThdYyxhze6I/AAAAAAAAASU/6USV4Ueo8mk/s220/IM002418%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7314609013010933571.post-6789268226695443008</id><published>2011-09-28T13:11:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T13:11:49.078-04:00</updated><title type='text'>KIFFMCSC-Knight of the Inferno Motorcycle Club of South Carolina</title><summary type='text'>I just posted a picture of me wearing my Knights of the Inferno M/C vest.  This means I am officially a club member.  The club is for any Fire, EMS, military personnel. It is also open to certain individuals that are upstanding individuals.  My husband joined the club a year ago after meeting a friend he was going to school with.  I joined the club after obtaining my MC license this past spring.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7314609013010933571/posts/default/6789268226695443008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7314609013010933571/posts/default/6789268226695443008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dotydeer7.blogspot.com/2011/09/kiffmcsc-knight-of-inferno-motorcycle.html' title='KIFFMCSC-Knight of the Inferno Motorcycle Club of South Carolina'/><author><name>Doty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04653802643894425551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RDEfK246szw/ThdYyxhze6I/AAAAAAAAASU/6USV4Ueo8mk/s220/IM002418%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7314609013010933571.post-3252227798735592436</id><published>2011-09-27T23:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-27T23:52:16.083-04:00</updated><title type='text'>so close!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><summary type='text'>I am closer to "One-derland" than I have ever been.  I haven't been this size in over 25 years.  How I have missed it!  I sat here tonight watching Biggest Loser and weird feelings came over me.  I use to sit here and watch it wishing it was me losing the weight and participating in the challenges.  I know I would make an excellent team player.  But I was also hearing the weight these girls are </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7314609013010933571/posts/default/3252227798735592436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7314609013010933571/posts/default/3252227798735592436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dotydeer7.blogspot.com/2011/09/so-close.html' title='so close!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Doty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04653802643894425551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RDEfK246szw/ThdYyxhze6I/AAAAAAAAASU/6USV4Ueo8mk/s220/IM002418%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7314609013010933571.post-1579976977139908031</id><published>2011-09-07T08:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-07T08:46:01.945-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><summary type='text'>I am off to see an eye plastic surgeon today for my chalizion.  It is a small cyst that is on my left upper eye lid.  I went to the eye doctor yesterday for an eye exam and found out that I have 20/50 vision and need glasses for things close up.  I can’t read a medicine bottle to save my life.  Now with glasses I can but that means it is another sign I am getting old.  He saw my eye lid and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7314609013010933571/posts/default/1579976977139908031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7314609013010933571/posts/default/1579976977139908031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dotydeer7.blogspot.com/2011/09/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Doty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04653802643894425551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RDEfK246szw/ThdYyxhze6I/AAAAAAAAASU/6USV4Ueo8mk/s220/IM002418%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7314609013010933571.post-1480498472830143729</id><published>2011-08-31T10:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T10:25:54.269-04:00</updated><title type='text'>getting use to new body</title><summary type='text'>There are certain things that fat girls can't do, or can't do gracefully.  One of them is cross your legs like Mary Hart does.  I think the last time I tried to cross my legs lady-like, I might of been posing for a school picture in fourth grade.

I just caught myself sitting at my desk with my legs spread wide open for comfort and my old fat girl position.  Then I realized that I don't need to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7314609013010933571/posts/default/1480498472830143729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7314609013010933571/posts/default/1480498472830143729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dotydeer7.blogspot.com/2011/08/getting-use-to-new-body.html' title='getting use to new body'/><author><name>Doty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04653802643894425551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RDEfK246szw/ThdYyxhze6I/AAAAAAAAASU/6USV4Ueo8mk/s220/IM002418%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7314609013010933571.post-5338394023641842693</id><published>2011-08-23T13:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-23T13:00:02.020-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Three things you need in a relationship</title><summary type='text'>Here is my take on the three things you need in a relationship.  The first one is trust.  You have to have total trust in the person who has your heart.  That means not just trust that the relationship is strong and can withstand pressure from outside influences, but trust that my heart is totally in love with the person and nothing will break that bond.  Trust also that when things are bad and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7314609013010933571/posts/default/5338394023641842693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7314609013010933571/posts/default/5338394023641842693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dotydeer7.blogspot.com/2011/08/three-things-you-need-in-relationship.html' title='Three things you need in a relationship'/><author><name>Doty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04653802643894425551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RDEfK246szw/ThdYyxhze6I/AAAAAAAAASU/6USV4Ueo8mk/s220/IM002418%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7314609013010933571.post-7550100067609767350</id><published>2011-08-17T11:48:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-17T11:48:37.146-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Babies</title><summary type='text'>I would love to have a baby, but it just wasn’t in God’s plan. No doubt we have tried and we just might get pregnant now that I have this weight loss. My fear is being an old lady and getting pregnant. I want to be healthy and strong enough to raise a baby, toddler, pre-teen. There is nothing more in this world that I would want than to hold a baby in my arms and have that unconditional love for </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7314609013010933571/posts/default/7550100067609767350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7314609013010933571/posts/default/7550100067609767350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dotydeer7.blogspot.com/2011/08/babies.html' title='Babies'/><author><name>Doty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04653802643894425551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RDEfK246szw/ThdYyxhze6I/AAAAAAAAASU/6USV4Ueo8mk/s220/IM002418%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7314609013010933571.post-6654965235370881927</id><published>2011-07-27T22:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-27T22:19:59.847-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Poker</title><summary type='text'>I kind of wish I knew how to play poker.  Not for the gambling part of it but just to learn it.  The 3rd Annual Tyler J. Trahan Poker Tournament is in a few weeks. It is always on tv and I try to follow along but it seems like there is math involved and I hate math.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7314609013010933571/posts/default/6654965235370881927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7314609013010933571/posts/default/6654965235370881927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dotydeer7.blogspot.com/2011/07/poker.html' title='Poker'/><author><name>Doty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04653802643894425551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RDEfK246szw/ThdYyxhze6I/AAAAAAAAASU/6USV4Ueo8mk/s220/IM002418%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7314609013010933571.post-3790596308656673169</id><published>2011-07-08T15:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-08T15:16:38.121-04:00</updated><title type='text'>New haircut</title><summary type='text'>before After I went and gone done did my hair. (southern speak) I have not cut my hair in a certain style since 2008. I wanted to cut it since I am going back to Massachusetts for a visit and a wedding. Plus I have lost a total of 60 lbs and feel like a new me. I like to think I have been “sexy-fied”

I love hearing the compliments which boost my self-confidence. Rick loves my haircut because I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7314609013010933571/posts/default/3790596308656673169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7314609013010933571/posts/default/3790596308656673169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dotydeer7.blogspot.com/2011/07/new-haircut.html' title='New haircut'/><author><name>Doty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04653802643894425551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RDEfK246szw/ThdYyxhze6I/AAAAAAAAASU/6USV4Ueo8mk/s220/IM002418%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ksZyRzstZDo/ThdWNUoqm0I/AAAAAAAAASM/Qrkxlkm5jFg/s72-c/Digin+It.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7314609013010933571.post-5790065217361528374</id><published>2011-07-06T06:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T06:28:51.232-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dazed and Confused</title><summary type='text'>It seems like the older I get, the worst my memory is getting.  I know I should have more vivid memories of things that happened in the past but for the life of me, I am forgetting quite a bit.  "I don't know Jack" and yes I did lose playing this game a few weeks ago.  It ranges from remembering tv shows, movies, books, character or actor names to songs and historical moments.  I know I should </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7314609013010933571/posts/default/5790065217361528374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7314609013010933571/posts/default/5790065217361528374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dotydeer7.blogspot.com/2011/07/dazed-and-confused.html' title='Dazed and Confused'/><author><name>Doty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04653802643894425551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RDEfK246szw/ThdYyxhze6I/AAAAAAAAASU/6USV4Ueo8mk/s220/IM002418%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7314609013010933571.post-645032315549978705</id><published>2011-06-20T12:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-20T12:53:50.017-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I feel spoiled sometimes</title><summary type='text'>I have a good life.  All in all I feel blessed in my life.  I hear stories from friends about the crazy life or hell they are going through and I have to stop and thank God it is not me.  I know He gives us trials and tribulations to get through only to make us stronger.  I guess He knows that I probably wouldn't be able to handle a serious crisis or problem. My instinct is always to flee from </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7314609013010933571/posts/default/645032315549978705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7314609013010933571/posts/default/645032315549978705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dotydeer7.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-feel-spoiled-sometimes.html' title='I feel spoiled sometimes'/><author><name>Doty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04653802643894425551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RDEfK246szw/ThdYyxhze6I/AAAAAAAAASU/6USV4Ueo8mk/s220/IM002418%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7314609013010933571.post-5763374839284448044</id><published>2011-06-14T13:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T13:10:10.262-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Compliments feel funny</title><summary type='text'>I am still shy when someone pays me attention.  I like it...don't get me wrong...but when they compliments start coming, I start turning red and get embarrassed.  It is a feeling that I remember as a little redhaired girl and all the old folks would stop and tell me how cute I was.  Normally I should feel flattered that I am being noticed, but inside I want to go run and eat a hot fudge sundae to</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7314609013010933571/posts/default/5763374839284448044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7314609013010933571/posts/default/5763374839284448044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dotydeer7.blogspot.com/2011/06/compliments-feel-funny.html' title='Compliments feel funny'/><author><name>Doty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04653802643894425551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RDEfK246szw/ThdYyxhze6I/AAAAAAAAASU/6USV4Ueo8mk/s220/IM002418%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7314609013010933571.post-3511662789783385274</id><published>2011-06-06T20:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-06T20:00:08.096-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A couple bad days</title><summary type='text'>I had a really bad episode yesterday that lasted until today.  I woke up and had bad nausea and bad abdominal pain.  It felt like a bad gas bubble that was blocking me up.  I would have waves of nausea come over me and start to get sick. The thing about gastric bypass is we do not have bile in our stomachs to throw up. Rick was standing near me rubbing my back to help ease my pain.  I called the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7314609013010933571/posts/default/3511662789783385274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7314609013010933571/posts/default/3511662789783385274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dotydeer7.blogspot.com/2011/06/couple-bad-days.html' title='A couple bad days'/><author><name>Doty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04653802643894425551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RDEfK246szw/ThdYyxhze6I/AAAAAAAAASU/6USV4Ueo8mk/s220/IM002418%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7314609013010933571.post-3851776370661606831</id><published>2011-06-04T00:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-04T00:11:06.463-04:00</updated><title type='text'>SKYPE</title><summary type='text'>I was logged into SKYPE and heard it make a signal when my brother Michael came on tonight.  We all SKYPED together (Mike, Sandy, Rick and I) and it felt like we were right there in their computer room. I love SKYPE and the way you can not only hear the conversation but see it too. 
I found that they now offer group calls, for an extra fee.  I can't imagine getting all seven O'Malley's on SKYPE </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7314609013010933571/posts/default/3851776370661606831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7314609013010933571/posts/default/3851776370661606831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dotydeer7.blogspot.com/2011/06/skype.html' title='SKYPE'/><author><name>Doty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04653802643894425551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RDEfK246szw/ThdYyxhze6I/AAAAAAAAASU/6USV4Ueo8mk/s220/IM002418%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7314609013010933571.post-4516402370267903599</id><published>2011-06-02T16:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T16:25:42.647-04:00</updated><title type='text'>June 2nd Dr office visit</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7314609013010933571/posts/default/4516402370267903599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7314609013010933571/posts/default/4516402370267903599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dotydeer7.blogspot.com/2011/06/june-2nd-dr-office-visit.html' title='June 2nd Dr office visit'/><author><name>Doty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04653802643894425551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RDEfK246szw/ThdYyxhze6I/AAAAAAAAASU/6USV4Ueo8mk/s220/IM002418%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7314609013010933571.post-1925373760264505073</id><published>2011-06-02T08:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T08:54:58.788-04:00</updated><title type='text'>When the going gets tough....</title><summary type='text'>My car died yesterday.  I think it looked like some kind of tire rod sticking out and caused wheel to move into back bumper and dislodge.  I called AAA and renewed my membership, because of course my procrastination let it expire.  The tow truck came within 25 minutes.  It was 99 degrees out on bank sign.  I was debating go out in the heat but I got my short term disability check in the mail on </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7314609013010933571/posts/default/1925373760264505073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7314609013010933571/posts/default/1925373760264505073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dotydeer7.blogspot.com/2011/06/when-going-gets-tough.html' title='When the going gets tough....'/><author><name>Doty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04653802643894425551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RDEfK246szw/ThdYyxhze6I/AAAAAAAAASU/6USV4Ueo8mk/s220/IM002418%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7314609013010933571.post-8388098261807677813</id><published>2011-05-27T08:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-27T08:11:27.860-04:00</updated><title type='text'>All the other days</title><summary type='text'>Day 26 ⇝ What kind of person attracts you
beautiful eyes, nice smile, bear hugs, intelligent but has street smarts too, great sense of humor, sarcastic, philisophical, has to have chest hair, long wet kisses. 

Day 27 ⇝ A problem that you have  had
How to lose weight has always been a problem for me but not for long.  I am on my way to using gastric bypass to get healthy and lose the weight that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7314609013010933571/posts/default/8388098261807677813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7314609013010933571/posts/default/8388098261807677813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dotydeer7.blogspot.com/2011/05/all-other-days.html' title='All the other days'/><author><name>Doty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04653802643894425551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RDEfK246szw/ThdYyxhze6I/AAAAAAAAASU/6USV4Ueo8mk/s220/IM002418%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7314609013010933571.post-6737296222981170928</id><published>2011-05-24T00:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-24T00:55:12.708-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Catch Up on my days</title><summary type='text'>Day 21 ⇝ One of your favorite shows  
Right now it is GLee but Nikita runs a close second

Day 22 ⇝ How have you changed in the past  2 years
I am more confident and financially secure than I have ever been.

Day 23 ⇝ Give pictures of 5 guys who are famous you find  attractive
Easier to just list them: Gerard Butler, David Boreanz, Matthew Broderick -my 80's crush but he still has this cuteness </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7314609013010933571/posts/default/6737296222981170928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7314609013010933571/posts/default/6737296222981170928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dotydeer7.blogspot.com/2011/05/catch-up-on-my-days.html' title='Catch Up on my days'/><author><name>Doty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04653802643894425551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RDEfK246szw/ThdYyxhze6I/AAAAAAAAASU/6USV4Ueo8mk/s220/IM002418%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7314609013010933571.post-4630665980190937993</id><published>2011-05-18T16:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T16:27:29.916-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 20 ⇝ How important you think education is</title><summary type='text'>It might be more like day 46 but I am at least going in order!  
This is day 20 which asks how important I think education is.  First of all I think education should not be forced upon anyone.  My dad went up to 9th grade education and he was a very smart man.  He had to go work to support the family, being the oldest child.  My mother on the other hand had private education taught by nuns and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7314609013010933571/posts/default/4630665980190937993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7314609013010933571/posts/default/4630665980190937993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dotydeer7.blogspot.com/2011/05/day-20-how-important-you-think.html' title='Day 20 ⇝ How important you think education is'/><author><name>Doty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04653802643894425551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RDEfK246szw/ThdYyxhze6I/AAAAAAAAASU/6USV4Ueo8mk/s220/IM002418%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7314609013010933571.post-5637365825670062654</id><published>2011-05-17T14:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T14:33:44.600-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Week 2 Post Op VLOG</title><summary type='text'>




</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7314609013010933571/posts/default/5637365825670062654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7314609013010933571/posts/default/5637365825670062654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dotydeer7.blogspot.com/2011/05/week-2-post-op-vlog.html' title='Week 2 Post Op VLOG'/><author><name>Doty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04653802643894425551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RDEfK246szw/ThdYyxhze6I/AAAAAAAAASU/6USV4Ueo8mk/s220/IM002418%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7314609013010933571.post-1194242985724482986</id><published>2011-05-15T10:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-15T10:30:54.583-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 19 ⇝ Disrespecting your parents</title><summary type='text'>I really am not sure if this is day 19 or not but since I am sitting (comfortably) at computer, I thought I would post new Day 19 Challenge.

Disrespecting Parents-  I think kids today have no idea what the word respect is about.  Yes I did dis-obey my parents, but I never tried to disrespect them.  If we were to say half the things kids say to their parents today, we would have a back hand </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7314609013010933571/posts/default/1194242985724482986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7314609013010933571/posts/default/1194242985724482986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dotydeer7.blogspot.com/2011/05/day-19-disrespecting-your-parents.html' title='Day 19 ⇝ Disrespecting your parents'/><author><name>Doty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04653802643894425551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RDEfK246szw/ThdYyxhze6I/AAAAAAAAASU/6USV4Ueo8mk/s220/IM002418%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7314609013010933571.post-1290939900756035728</id><published>2011-05-07T15:31:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T10:24:33.833-04:00</updated><title type='text'>saved the next few days</title><summary type='text'>Day 11 ⇝ Put your iPod on shuffle and write 10 songs that pop up
Don’t have one

Day 12 ⇝ Bullet your whole day- skipped this 

Day 13 ⇝ Somewhere you'd like to move or visit
Ireland 

Day 14 ⇝ Your earliest memory
I remember Mrs. Aliscio’s kindergarten class and holding the big metal door open

Day 15 ⇝ Your favorite Tumblrs
I just had to google what Tumblrs were so I guess I don’t have any </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7314609013010933571/posts/default/1290939900756035728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7314609013010933571/posts/default/1290939900756035728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dotydeer7.blogspot.com/2011/05/saved-next-few-days.html' title='saved the next few days'/><author><name>Doty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04653802643894425551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RDEfK246szw/ThdYyxhze6I/AAAAAAAAASU/6USV4Ueo8mk/s220/IM002418%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7314609013010933571.post-9120976355191004281</id><published>2011-05-06T15:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-06T15:17:55.418-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 10 ⇝ Discuss your first love and first kiss</title><summary type='text'>Oh man this might take me a while....
First kiss was my Dad!  or maybe Mom since Dads were out in the maternity ward waiting room back in the old days.  
My first french kiss with when I was 13 years old and I was at the YMCA pool.  Peter Cabral took me in the equipment closet and I bite his tongue. I guess it was a form of initiation but I am glad I got to learn what french kissing was. 

My </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7314609013010933571/posts/default/9120976355191004281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7314609013010933571/posts/default/9120976355191004281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dotydeer7.blogspot.com/2011/05/day-10-discuss-your-first-love-and.html' title='Day 10 ⇝ Discuss your first love and first kiss'/><author><name>Doty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04653802643894425551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RDEfK246szw/ThdYyxhze6I/AAAAAAAAASU/6USV4Ueo8mk/s220/IM002418%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7314609013010933571.post-2031134343057640276</id><published>2011-05-05T12:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-05T12:15:30.159-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 8 &amp; 9</title><summary type='text'>Day 08 ⇝ A moment you felt the most satisfied with your life It would have to be this past weekend.  I just finished taking a Beginner Motorcycle Course and I passed.  I did not know if I would be able to learn how to ride.  I once got on my brother David's "Wombat" when I was about 13 yrs old and when I pushed the trottle, I drove into a parked car on Glover St. 
The idea of me on a motorcylce </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7314609013010933571/posts/default/2031134343057640276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7314609013010933571/posts/default/2031134343057640276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dotydeer7.blogspot.com/2011/05/day-8-9.html' title='Day 8 &amp; 9'/><author><name>Doty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04653802643894425551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RDEfK246szw/ThdYyxhze6I/AAAAAAAAASU/6USV4Ueo8mk/s220/IM002418%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7314609013010933571.post-4392647719925427235</id><published>2011-05-03T12:14:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T12:17:30.715-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 7</title><summary type='text'>Day 07 ⇝ Your zodiac sign and if you think it fits your personality
I was born under the Gemini zodiac sign.  I have no idea what those new zodiac signs mean but I am still a Gemini.  I have known that Gemini are communicators and I believe that is true of me. 
this is from http://www.geminitraits.org/  I have underlined everything that I think relates to me:

The Gemini, or simply “the Twins”, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7314609013010933571/posts/default/4392647719925427235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7314609013010933571/posts/default/4392647719925427235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dotydeer7.blogspot.com/2011/05/day-7.html' title='Day 7'/><author><name>Doty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04653802643894425551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RDEfK246szw/ThdYyxhze6I/AAAAAAAAASU/6USV4Ueo8mk/s220/IM002418%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7314609013010933571.post-221434592035680810</id><published>2011-05-02T19:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-02T19:57:35.520-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 6</title><summary type='text'>Day 06 ⇝ Write 30 interesting facts about yourself
. WERE YOU NAMED AFTER ANYONE? 
Middle name is from my Grandmother 

2.  WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU CRIED? 
Today, anniversary of my nephew killed in  Iraq 

3. DO YOU LIKE YOUR HANDWRITING? 
I have seen better 

4.  WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE LUNCH MEAT? 
Pickle and pimento loaf but haven't had it  since last year 

5. DO YOU HAVE KIDS? 
No 

6. IF </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7314609013010933571/posts/default/221434592035680810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7314609013010933571/posts/default/221434592035680810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dotydeer7.blogspot.com/2011/05/day-6.html' title='Day 6'/><author><name>Doty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04653802643894425551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RDEfK246szw/ThdYyxhze6I/AAAAAAAAASU/6USV4Ueo8mk/s220/IM002418%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7314609013010933571.post-4798030306850596349</id><published>2011-05-02T06:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-02T06:41:47.246-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 3, 4 &amp; 5 of Challenge</title><summary type='text'>I have missed a few days so thought I would play catch up...

Day 03 ⇝ Your views on drugs and alcohol
I have to admit that I come from a Irish family so alchol is suppose to be in our blood.  I remember when my older brother wreck a Ford LTD around a tree because he was drinking.  I remember my Dad coming home plastered and wondering why he behaved like a crazy man.  I remember how reckless my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7314609013010933571/posts/default/4798030306850596349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7314609013010933571/posts/default/4798030306850596349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dotydeer7.blogspot.com/2011/05/day-3-4-5-of-challenge.html' title='Day 3, 4 &amp; 5 of Challenge'/><author><name>Doty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04653802643894425551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RDEfK246szw/ThdYyxhze6I/AAAAAAAAASU/6USV4Ueo8mk/s220/IM002418%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7314609013010933571.post-7330904866550642984</id><published>2011-04-30T19:52:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-30T19:52:11.350-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My first Vlog</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7314609013010933571/posts/default/7330904866550642984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7314609013010933571/posts/default/7330904866550642984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dotydeer7.blogspot.com/2011/04/my-first-vlog.html' title='My first Vlog'/><author><name>Doty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04653802643894425551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RDEfK246szw/ThdYyxhze6I/AAAAAAAAASU/6USV4Ueo8mk/s220/IM002418%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7314609013010933571.post-7115797374891979744</id><published>2011-04-30T19:50:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-30T19:51:23.717-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 02 ⇝ Where you'd like to be in 10 years</title><summary type='text'>In ten years will be 54 years old.  It makes me realize that if I was still with AT&amp;T, I would be retired by 54.  I want to be growing old and gray with my hubby and hopefully have saved some money to finally have gone on a cruise or visit Ireland.  Maybe I will do that for my 50th birthday?

Day 03 ⇝ Your views on drugs and alcohol

Day 04 ⇝ Your views on religion

Day 05 ⇝ A time you thought </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7314609013010933571/posts/default/7115797374891979744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7314609013010933571/posts/default/7115797374891979744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dotydeer7.blogspot.com/2011/04/day-02-where-youd-like-to-be-in-10.html' title='Day 02 ⇝ Where you&apos;d like to be in 10 years'/><author><name>Doty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04653802643894425551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RDEfK246szw/ThdYyxhze6I/AAAAAAAAASU/6USV4Ueo8mk/s220/IM002418%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7314609013010933571.post-56794950090995844</id><published>2011-04-27T12:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T12:14:06.666-04:00</updated><title type='text'>30-day Challenge thing</title><summary type='text'>I was reading another blog in which the blogger did this and it made for interesting reading.  My biggest thing is finishing it.  I always lose my way when I commit to something....so here goes. 

Day 01 ⇝ Your current relationshipI am happily married to R for the last seven year on 6-26-04.  I met him at online and by about 3 weeks later, I knew I was falling in love with him. The only issue </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7314609013010933571/posts/default/56794950090995844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7314609013010933571/posts/default/56794950090995844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dotydeer7.blogspot.com/2011/04/30-day-challenge-thing.html' title='30-day Challenge thing'/><author><name>Doty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04653802643894425551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RDEfK246szw/ThdYyxhze6I/AAAAAAAAASU/6USV4Ueo8mk/s220/IM002418%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7314609013010933571.post-1275870602987929902</id><published>2011-04-01T14:53:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-01T14:56:23.423-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Carolina Girl</title><summary type='text'>I have my Carolina Girl Apparel t-shirt on today.  I ordered one and they sent a free one.  I have a picture on my Facebook page. Ironic how a Massachusetts girl (born &amp; raised) somehow transforms into a Carolina Girl just by wearing a t-shirt!
For those of you who know me, you know that I was country-fied before even heading down here.  I listened to CatCountry 98.1 back home faithfully.  I wore</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7314609013010933571/posts/default/1275870602987929902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7314609013010933571/posts/default/1275870602987929902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dotydeer7.blogspot.com/2011/04/party-girls.html' title='Carolina Girl'/><author><name>Doty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04653802643894425551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RDEfK246szw/ThdYyxhze6I/AAAAAAAAASU/6USV4Ueo8mk/s220/IM002418%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ucgrlBDs-lQ/TZYfzHxRStI/AAAAAAAAASE/PHFILFdLbQI/s72-c/Carolina+Girl.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7314609013010933571.post-5255951776765642632</id><published>2011-03-02T13:43:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T13:43:28.859-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy &amp; Sad</title><summary type='text'>Today is the anniversary of my Dad passing away in 1979.  I was 12 years old and although I knew my Dad was sick from open heart surgery, I did not know that I could possibly wake up in the morning to find out he had died.  I wish I got to say goodbye....but regrets cannot rule my life.  I went to a psychologist (during my divorce) and they said I had to write a letter to say goodbye.  I did and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7314609013010933571/posts/default/5255951776765642632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7314609013010933571/posts/default/5255951776765642632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dotydeer7.blogspot.com/2011/03/happy-sad.html' title='Happy &amp; Sad'/><author><name>Doty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04653802643894425551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RDEfK246szw/ThdYyxhze6I/AAAAAAAAASU/6USV4Ueo8mk/s220/IM002418%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7314609013010933571.post-8244266550936646738</id><published>2011-02-25T12:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-25T12:46:41.737-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Demons and Angels</title><summary type='text'>Do I believe in them?  YES I do.  I have had personal experiences myself to know that I would not have made it through had it not been for my guardian angel protecting me.  I strongly believe that there are "spirits" both bad and good that are watching us. 
My friend Pam said today that she got a call at 3am..."Mom?...I'm alright (sirens in background) I feel asleep at the wheel and flipped my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7314609013010933571/posts/default/8244266550936646738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7314609013010933571/posts/default/8244266550936646738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dotydeer7.blogspot.com/2011/02/demons-and-angels.html' title='Demons and Angels'/><author><name>Doty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04653802643894425551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RDEfK246szw/ThdYyxhze6I/AAAAAAAAASU/6USV4Ueo8mk/s220/IM002418%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7314609013010933571.post-245912860207511359</id><published>2011-02-15T13:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T13:26:31.255-05:00</updated><title type='text'>No Hallmark card :(</title><summary type='text'>I gave Rick his valentines card on Saturday.  Most of you all know that I am a mushy lovey dovey person.  I cried at CVS reading the card.  He opened it on Saturday, along with his bag of fudge filled hearts.  I cried again as he read it.  If I was ever an actress, tears would come easy to me.  No onions would be needed to make me cry...just Hallmark cards. 
A few ladies at work received flowers,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7314609013010933571/posts/default/245912860207511359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7314609013010933571/posts/default/245912860207511359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dotydeer7.blogspot.com/2011/02/no-hallmark-card.html' title='No Hallmark card :('/><author><name>Doty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04653802643894425551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RDEfK246szw/ThdYyxhze6I/AAAAAAAAASU/6USV4Ueo8mk/s220/IM002418%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7314609013010933571.post-2270382691049153430</id><published>2011-02-08T12:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T12:36:59.236-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Blue Cheese</title><summary type='text'>I love Blue Cheese.  I especially love it when there is a twang of sourness but then a lingering buttery flavor. It is called "stinky" cheese in my house.  My dog Brier, loves to eat any kind of cheese but loves "stinky" cheese more.  He nose goes up when he smells it. 
We went to CostCo last Saturday and because we bought chicken wings for SuperBowl, Rick also thought about making homemade blue </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7314609013010933571/posts/default/2270382691049153430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7314609013010933571/posts/default/2270382691049153430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dotydeer7.blogspot.com/2011/02/blue-cheese.html' title='Blue Cheese'/><author><name>Doty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04653802643894425551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RDEfK246szw/ThdYyxhze6I/AAAAAAAAASU/6USV4Ueo8mk/s220/IM002418%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7314609013010933571.post-5161414636406813450</id><published>2011-02-06T11:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-06T11:29:48.008-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"Scallopers are Fearless"</title><summary type='text'>My brother is the captain of fishing vessel (F/V) FEARLESS out of New Bedford, MA.  He is a scalloper and goes out to sea for about 14 days at a time dragging for scallops and schucking them.  He is responsible for all the guys on the boat.  Side note: females are bad luck on a boat. He has one of the toughest most dangerous jobs.  That is why the tv show "Deadliest Catch" is called that.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7314609013010933571/posts/default/5161414636406813450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7314609013010933571/posts/default/5161414636406813450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dotydeer7.blogspot.com/2011/02/scallopers-are-fearless.html' title='&quot;Scallopers are Fearless&quot;'/><author><name>Doty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04653802643894425551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RDEfK246szw/ThdYyxhze6I/AAAAAAAAASU/6USV4Ueo8mk/s220/IM002418%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ly3yS6_5i8g/TU7KAbJMaXI/AAAAAAAAAR0/D1fQI92JLdU/s72-c/fearless.jpg.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7314609013010933571.post-5092546347071220720</id><published>2011-02-01T13:31:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T14:06:03.471-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Compliments are wonderful</title><summary type='text'>I dressed up to work today with full make-up, hair, nice outfit and even matching jewelry.  I was teased last Friday because the girls knew I was going to my first Bonfire party at a friends house on Saturday.  I told them that I might go to Kohl's and finally use my birthday gift card my Mom got me last year.  Claudia asked if the reason I didn't use it was because it was from my Mom.  I said, "</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7314609013010933571/posts/default/5092546347071220720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7314609013010933571/posts/default/5092546347071220720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dotydeer7.blogspot.com/2011/02/compliments-are-wonderful.html' title='Compliments are wonderful'/><author><name>Doty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04653802643894425551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RDEfK246szw/ThdYyxhze6I/AAAAAAAAASU/6USV4Ueo8mk/s220/IM002418%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ly3yS6_5i8g/TUhZSp8jXxI/AAAAAAAAARo/_GFsY9vQMRM/s72-c/hotred+2-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7314609013010933571.post-6271336345083100658</id><published>2011-01-25T16:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T16:40:56.647-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Illuminati</title><summary type='text'>I feel sometimes that I am psychic.  Today I was in a certain order working on it when an Outlook emailed popped up from logistics person asking about same exact order/Po that I was working on.  I had mentally said to myself that I would have to contact logistics to find out more about this order but he emailed me instead. How ironic or did he pick up my mental note? (which by the way he is 900 </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7314609013010933571/posts/default/6271336345083100658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7314609013010933571/posts/default/6271336345083100658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dotydeer7.blogspot.com/2011/01/illuminati.html' title='Illuminati'/><author><name>Doty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04653802643894425551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RDEfK246szw/ThdYyxhze6I/AAAAAAAAASU/6USV4Ueo8mk/s220/IM002418%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7314609013010933571.post-4778379270425670362</id><published>2011-01-18T12:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T12:30:58.952-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Songs that make me think of certain people</title><summary type='text'>I had put on FB that I was listening to 80's music this past weekend and it is funny how certain songs make me think of certain people.  First came Madonna and "Lucky Star".  I mentally can see Judy on the NBHS 1984 pep squad do her routine and I know the opening cue music to shake my imaginary pom poms to. 
Then Van Halen "Jump" came on.  I had this pseudo crush on kid that lived next door to my</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7314609013010933571/posts/default/4778379270425670362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7314609013010933571/posts/default/4778379270425670362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dotydeer7.blogspot.com/2011/01/songs-that-make-me-think-of-certain.html' title='Songs that make me think of certain people'/><author><name>Doty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04653802643894425551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RDEfK246szw/ThdYyxhze6I/AAAAAAAAASU/6USV4Ueo8mk/s220/IM002418%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7314609013010933571.post-4863462867908905477</id><published>2011-01-13T12:15:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T12:15:20.811-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Procrastination....not this year</title><summary type='text'>My first sign that I am doing "okay" on my New Year's resolution is that I sent my sister her birthday card early.  Not just a day early, but a year early.  I thought it was her 50th birthday so I went to Hallmark.com and sent her an e-card.  Then I saw how you could attach a gift card and got my birthday shopping done too. This was all completed within ten minutes a day earlier than her birthday</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7314609013010933571/posts/default/4863462867908905477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7314609013010933571/posts/default/4863462867908905477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dotydeer7.blogspot.com/2011/01/procrastinationnot-this-year.html' title='Procrastination....not this year'/><author><name>Doty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04653802643894425551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RDEfK246szw/ThdYyxhze6I/AAAAAAAAASU/6USV4Ueo8mk/s220/IM002418%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7314609013010933571.post-1745159069083826346</id><published>2011-01-04T12:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T12:27:09.916-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Resolution to blog more -Hahahahahahahaha</title><summary type='text'>I have a few faults.  Yes only a few. One of the biggest faults, other than my hefty size, it my procrastination.  It leads to a few things falling by the wayside that I should of completed at the moment I thought of it.  I also could write it down so that I won't forget to accomplish the task.  I did give myself a big slap on the back for getting the family Christmas presents out before </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7314609013010933571/posts/default/1745159069083826346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7314609013010933571/posts/default/1745159069083826346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dotydeer7.blogspot.com/2011/01/resolution-to-blog-more.html' title='Resolution to blog more -Hahahahahahahaha'/><author><name>Doty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04653802643894425551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RDEfK246szw/ThdYyxhze6I/AAAAAAAAASU/6USV4Ueo8mk/s220/IM002418%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7314609013010933571.post-247276204988656571</id><published>2010-12-26T11:37:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-26T12:08:33.845-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mom's "Horseneck" Lighthouse Painting</title><summary type='text'>I thought I put this picture of Mom's painting on my blog but I had posted it on Facebook instead.  Here is my favorite painting by Mom- Claudette O'Malley.  She has such beautiful clouds and the dunes remind me of Horseneck Beach in Westport, MA.   I remember going to Horseneck with the family as a little kid.  We always went to the rear back parking lot and planted ourselves early in the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7314609013010933571/posts/default/247276204988656571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7314609013010933571/posts/default/247276204988656571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dotydeer7.blogspot.com/2010/12/moms-horseneck-lighthouse-painting.html' title='Mom&apos;s &quot;Horseneck&quot; Lighthouse Painting'/><author><name>Doty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04653802643894425551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RDEfK246szw/ThdYyxhze6I/AAAAAAAAASU/6USV4Ueo8mk/s220/IM002418%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ly3yS6_5i8g/TRdtn2w_BiI/AAAAAAAAARg/G55vj_6WTJ0/s72-c/Moms+painting+2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7314609013010933571.post-74020815090370696</id><published>2010-12-26T11:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-26T11:27:22.108-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mom's Central Park Painting</title><summary type='text'>Mom also did this painting of Central Park and gave it to me.  It is not completed so she never signed it.  There is a Navy guy walking with a girl in yellow dress and a black lab (dog) in the middle of the painting.  Over to the right are three people holding balloons.  There are cherry blossoms out which is why Mom gave me this painting.  Her and I went to Washington DC in Spring of 1983 or 84 </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7314609013010933571/posts/default/74020815090370696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7314609013010933571/posts/default/74020815090370696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dotydeer7.blogspot.com/2010/12/moms-central-park-painting.html' title='Mom&apos;s Central Park Painting'/><author><name>Doty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04653802643894425551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RDEfK246szw/ThdYyxhze6I/AAAAAAAAASU/6USV4Ueo8mk/s220/IM002418%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ly3yS6_5i8g/TRdrdJeLEQI/AAAAAAAAARc/OcXtjq79Mpo/s72-c/Central+Park+details+2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7314609013010933571.post-6894300293563371184</id><published>2010-12-21T21:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-21T21:50:18.321-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Tree 2010</title><summary type='text'>This is our first "real" Christmas tree in Moore.  It was $15 at Lowe's and I think it is a beautiful tree.  
The story is...
I have a crawl space in attic.  My Christmas bins were up there.  I pulled the stairs down and know that my weight capacity is probably the maximum that puney little ladder can hold.  I climbed the ladder shaking the whole way up there.  I shined my flashlight, hoping a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7314609013010933571/posts/default/6894300293563371184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7314609013010933571/posts/default/6894300293563371184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dotydeer7.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmas-tree-2010.html' title='Christmas Tree 2010'/><author><name>Doty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04653802643894425551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RDEfK246szw/ThdYyxhze6I/AAAAAAAAASU/6USV4Ueo8mk/s220/IM002418%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ly3yS6_5i8g/TRFlR9-zSmI/AAAAAAAAARU/Vb1xXXkoW7I/s72-c/IM002245.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7314609013010933571.post-5033974290923285361</id><published>2010-12-16T21:39:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T21:51:51.669-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mom's Eulogy 10-4-2010</title><summary type='text'>“It is not the breathe you take, but the moments that take your breathe away” -George Strait



I have the privilege to present the eulogy for my Mother-Claudette. I am Christine, the youngest of her seven children. As she would call me “her redheaded baby”


There are many wonderful gifts my mother possessed. I will touch upon a few of those gifts today and hopefully you can relate to one of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7314609013010933571/posts/default/5033974290923285361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7314609013010933571/posts/default/5033974290923285361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dotydeer7.blogspot.com/2010/12/moms-eulogy-10-4-2010.html' title='Mom&apos;s Eulogy 10-4-2010'/><author><name>Doty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04653802643894425551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RDEfK246szw/ThdYyxhze6I/AAAAAAAAASU/6USV4Ueo8mk/s220/IM002418%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7314609013010933571.post-5708512355763613510</id><published>2010-12-16T13:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T13:06:00.087-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Gastric?</title><summary type='text'>I watched "The Biggest Loser" finale the other night.  Yes they all looked awesome with their 150+ pound weight loss.  I know it took them a long hard struggle to get healthy and look that good.  I don't know if I have it in me to push myself beyond my limits.  So there was a seminar for gastric bypass at the local hospital last night.  I had come home and first thing I always do, other than put </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7314609013010933571/posts/default/5708512355763613510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7314609013010933571/posts/default/5708512355763613510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dotydeer7.blogspot.com/2010/12/gastric.html' title='Gastric?'/><author><name>Doty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04653802643894425551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RDEfK246szw/ThdYyxhze6I/AAAAAAAAASU/6USV4Ueo8mk/s220/IM002418%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7314609013010933571.post-1958264256931477357</id><published>2010-12-16T12:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T12:57:10.678-05:00</updated><title type='text'>3rd Annual Bake-Off at work</title><summary type='text'>Today was the 3rd Annual Bake-off at work.  I am not very creative but yet I always channel my inner "Claudette" and try to impress with my baking skills.  I bought a silicone pan from Avon that is used to make brownie lollipops.  It did not come with a recipe but I found out that you just follow the instructions on the brownie box.  I then "googled" to find out a few different ways to decorate </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7314609013010933571/posts/default/1958264256931477357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7314609013010933571/posts/default/1958264256931477357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dotydeer7.blogspot.com/2010/12/3rd-annual-bake-off-at-work.html' title='3rd Annual Bake-Off at work'/><author><name>Doty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04653802643894425551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RDEfK246szw/ThdYyxhze6I/AAAAAAAAASU/6USV4Ueo8mk/s220/IM002418%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ly3yS6_5i8g/TQpRUbUjRGI/AAAAAAAAARE/o_29AsvLL_4/s72-c/Bakeoff+snowmen+2.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7314609013010933571.post-9175653795694510540</id><published>2010-12-13T20:23:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T20:24:57.836-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Credit Security Freeze</title><summary type='text'>I few things led to me request a credit security freeze with the two of major credit bureau's.  (I had already put one on it)
I got an offer from American Express Gold card today.  I laughed to myself since it was a little over a year and half ago that I was on a debt managment plan to pay off over $25K worth of bills.  Now American Express wants me to get a gold card?  How ironic!  
Just a note </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7314609013010933571/posts/default/9175653795694510540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7314609013010933571/posts/default/9175653795694510540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dotydeer7.blogspot.com/2010/12/credit-security-freeze.html' title='Credit Security Freeze'/><author><name>Doty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04653802643894425551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RDEfK246szw/ThdYyxhze6I/AAAAAAAAASU/6USV4Ueo8mk/s220/IM002418%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7314609013010933571.post-6929108936396419045</id><published>2010-12-06T15:54:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T15:56:43.764-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Chili Master</title><summary type='text'>I am married to one of the sweetest men I know. Rick came home on Saturday saying how cold it was to be outside all day. He is not use to working on a construction site during the winter months. He said remembered to dress in layers and that he knew would be warm, since that is what keeps him warm while he goes hunting this time of year in New England. I asked him if he could heat something up </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7314609013010933571/posts/default/6929108936396419045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7314609013010933571/posts/default/6929108936396419045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dotydeer7.blogspot.com/2010/12/chili-master.html' title='Chili Master'/><author><name>Doty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04653802643894425551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RDEfK246szw/ThdYyxhze6I/AAAAAAAAASU/6USV4Ueo8mk/s220/IM002418%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7314609013010933571.post-7318224708709464738</id><published>2010-12-01T19:37:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T19:43:20.448-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Mom's bedside reading</title><summary type='text'>My Imitation Of Christ by Thomas Kempis
This is a little book that was always near my Mom's bed or in her desk.  She had a elastic holding it closed.  It was one of the things I took of my Mom's last week from cleaning out her house.  It was also little enough that I could fit it in my purse to take home with me.  
I never read it, nor do I know what the book is about.  All I know is that it was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7314609013010933571/posts/default/7318224708709464738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7314609013010933571/posts/default/7318224708709464738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dotydeer7.blogspot.com/2010/12/my-imitation-of-christ-by-thomas-kempis.html' title='My Mom&apos;s bedside reading'/><author><name>Doty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04653802643894425551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RDEfK246szw/ThdYyxhze6I/AAAAAAAAASU/6USV4Ueo8mk/s220/IM002418%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ly3yS6_5i8g/TPbkmAuJl_I/AAAAAAAAARA/eRbAzGMv_AE/s72-c/book+cover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7314609013010933571.post-4104428801154841653</id><published>2010-12-01T15:10:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T15:11:43.255-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>


This strikes home for me especially for all the Military and their families who protect and serve this country. 
Love you Tyler!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7314609013010933571/posts/default/4104428801154841653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7314609013010933571/posts/default/4104428801154841653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dotydeer7.blogspot.com/2010/12/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Doty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04653802643894425551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RDEfK246szw/ThdYyxhze6I/AAAAAAAAASU/6USV4Ueo8mk/s220/IM002418%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7314609013010933571.post-1843717994061780761</id><published>2010-11-06T16:25:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-06T16:27:11.378-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Biography- The Story of Claudette O'Malley</title><summary type='text'>(footnote before I begin the post.  This was an actual paper I had to write for Mrs. D. Guittarr English class I attended on March 21, 1995 at Burdett Business School.  Mom passed away last month, October 4, 2010)

Opening Page:
I want to express my sincere gratitude to Claudette O'Malley for sharing her life story with me for this interview.  I have the pleasure of hearing some of these stories </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7314609013010933571/posts/default/1843717994061780761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7314609013010933571/posts/default/1843717994061780761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dotydeer7.blogspot.com/2010/11/biography-story-of-claudette-omalley.html' title='A Biography- The Story of Claudette O&apos;Malley'/><author><name>Doty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04653802643894425551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RDEfK246szw/ThdYyxhze6I/AAAAAAAAASU/6USV4Ueo8mk/s220/IM002418%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7314609013010933571.post-1116504097368765020</id><published>2010-10-29T12:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T12:37:26.372-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Stumble... but I didn't fall</title><summary type='text'>Stumble... but I didn't fall</summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.sparkpeople.com/mypage_public_journal.asp?id=GIGGLEGURL7' title='Stumble... but I didn&apos;t fall'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7314609013010933571/posts/default/1116504097368765020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7314609013010933571/posts/default/1116504097368765020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dotydeer7.blogspot.com/2010/10/stumble-but-i-didnt-fall.html' title='Stumble... but I didn&apos;t fall'/><author><name>Doty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04653802643894425551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RDEfK246szw/ThdYyxhze6I/AAAAAAAAASU/6USV4Ueo8mk/s220/IM002418%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7314609013010933571.post-3661851748431657977</id><published>2010-08-22T13:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T13:28:19.423-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Laughing at Lowe's</title><summary type='text'>Yesterday we went to Lowe's to look for a charcoal grill. Our Kenmore gas grill has rotted out (more than 10 years old) and my husband really wanted to cook butterfly lamb shoulder on the grill. It is delicous the way he marinates it overnight in good mustard, olive oil, garlic and thyme. 

We were looking at this fancy Weber 22.5 Performance grill that has a tuck away lid holder that keeps the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7314609013010933571/posts/default/3661851748431657977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7314609013010933571/posts/default/3661851748431657977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dotydeer7.blogspot.com/2010/08/laughing-at-lowes.html' title='Laughing at Lowe&apos;s'/><author><name>Doty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04653802643894425551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RDEfK246szw/ThdYyxhze6I/AAAAAAAAASU/6USV4Ueo8mk/s220/IM002418%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ly3yS6_5i8g/THFdr7663LI/AAAAAAAAAQw/oicwdhxu9Mc/s72-c/weber+grill.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7314609013010933571.post-3598939962948314547</id><published>2010-08-22T13:20:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T13:20:10.504-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7314609013010933571/posts/default/3598939962948314547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7314609013010933571/posts/default/3598939962948314547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dotydeer7.blogspot.com/2010/08/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Doty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04653802643894425551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RDEfK246szw/ThdYyxhze6I/AAAAAAAAASU/6USV4Ueo8mk/s220/IM002418%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7314609013010933571.post-7155939772837448698</id><published>2010-08-22T13:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T13:18:14.446-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hysterical Laughing</title><summary type='text'>Yesterday we went to Lowe's to look for a charcoal grill.  Our Kenmore gas grill has rotted out (more than 10 years old) and my husband really wanted to cook butterfly lamb shoulder on the grill.  It is delicous the way he marinates it overnight in good mustard, olive oil, garlic and thyme. 
We were looking at this fancy Weber 22.5 Performance grill that has a tuck away lid holder that keeps the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7314609013010933571/posts/default/7155939772837448698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7314609013010933571/posts/default/7155939772837448698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dotydeer7.blogspot.com/2010/08/hysterical-laughing.html' title='Hysterical Laughing'/><author><name>Doty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04653802643894425551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RDEfK246szw/ThdYyxhze6I/AAAAAAAAASU/6USV4Ueo8mk/s220/IM002418%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ly3yS6_5i8g/THFbn4xSoEI/AAAAAAAAAQo/CYIZR_2nSdw/s72-c/weber+grill.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7314609013010933571.post-4073298283217671626</id><published>2010-07-18T12:48:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T12:51:54.217-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Conversations</title><summary type='text'>I am so shy and scared that I don't open my mouth and have conversations with people. That is why I probably don't have many friends.  I trip over my words and draw blanks at what the words are, I sound so stupid.  I was trying to say to someone as they were leaving our house for them to "stop by again".  I said, "stop my".  
I know I have never been diagnosed with dyslexia but I have all the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7314609013010933571/posts/default/4073298283217671626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7314609013010933571/posts/default/4073298283217671626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dotydeer7.blogspot.com/2010/07/conversations.html' title='Conversations'/><author><name>Doty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04653802643894425551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RDEfK246szw/ThdYyxhze6I/AAAAAAAAASU/6USV4Ueo8mk/s220/IM002418%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7314609013010933571.post-7794919267158543162</id><published>2010-07-04T23:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T23:04:18.575-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Movie I saw....</title><summary type='text'>Rick and I went to movies tonight.  The last movie we saw in the theatre was Pirates of Caribbean- the first one!   We went to see Avatar-The Last Airbender in 3D.  It wasn't bad but could of used more 3D effects.  I can't believe the movies cost 28.00 bucks plus he bought a large bottle of water and I bought dips for $9 dollars.  No wonder families can't afford entertainment things anymore.  
I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7314609013010933571/posts/default/7794919267158543162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7314609013010933571/posts/default/7794919267158543162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dotydeer7.blogspot.com/2010/07/last-movie-i-saw.html' title='Last Movie I saw....'/><author><name>Doty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04653802643894425551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RDEfK246szw/ThdYyxhze6I/AAAAAAAAASU/6USV4Ueo8mk/s220/IM002418%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7314609013010933571.post-4913861988408237112</id><published>2010-04-29T14:56:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T14:56:11.919-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7314609013010933571/posts/default/4913861988408237112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7314609013010933571/posts/default/4913861988408237112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dotydeer7.blogspot.com/2010/04/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Doty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04653802643894425551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RDEfK246szw/ThdYyxhze6I/AAAAAAAAASU/6USV4Ueo8mk/s220/IM002418%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7314609013010933571.post-1985640791956864314</id><published>2010-04-29T14:55:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T23:14:55.904-04:00</updated><title type='text'>God Been Good Lyrics</title><summary type='text'>(Sung by Legacy Five, I believe written by Tim Parton)

Lately I've been looking back, along this winding road
To the old familiar markers of the mercies I have known
I know it may sound simple but it's more than a cliche
There's no better way to tell you, than to say 

Chorus
God's been good in my life
I feel blessed beyond my wildest dreams when I go to sleep each night
And though I've had my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7314609013010933571/posts/default/1985640791956864314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7314609013010933571/posts/default/1985640791956864314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dotydeer7.blogspot.com/2010/04/god-been-god-lyrics.html' title='God Been Good Lyrics'/><author><name>Doty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04653802643894425551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RDEfK246szw/ThdYyxhze6I/AAAAAAAAASU/6USV4Ueo8mk/s220/IM002418%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7314609013010933571.post-783240069157332626</id><published>2010-04-27T13:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T13:07:46.302-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fishers of Men</title><summary type='text'>Otherwise known as "fishermen".  How do they do it?  I know it something that they feel deep down inside them to want to go to the sea and work but how do they physically put up with storms that happen.  I think of Jesus walking on the water and calming telling the Apostles "Do not fear" but that scene would be something that would make my mouth drop open.  
"O Jesus, divine Shepard of the spirit</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7314609013010933571/posts/default/783240069157332626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7314609013010933571/posts/default/783240069157332626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dotydeer7.blogspot.com/2010/04/fishers-of-men.html' title='Fishers of Men'/><author><name>Doty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04653802643894425551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RDEfK246szw/ThdYyxhze6I/AAAAAAAAASU/6USV4Ueo8mk/s220/IM002418%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7314609013010933571.post-805705846602083154</id><published>2010-04-15T11:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T11:41:14.215-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye</title><summary type='text'>That is the hardest thing for me to say right now. I am still holding on to the grief and I need to let it go. It is suppose to subside in time, but it still hurts so much. I know I am suppose to “get over it” but no two people grieve the same. 

My nephew, Tyler J. Trahan, was killed in Iraq last year on April 30th. His birthday was two days later. My sister had to sign his death certificate on </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7314609013010933571/posts/default/805705846602083154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7314609013010933571/posts/default/805705846602083154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dotydeer7.blogspot.com/2010/04/goodbye.html' title='Goodbye'/><author><name>Doty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04653802643894425551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RDEfK246szw/ThdYyxhze6I/AAAAAAAAASU/6USV4Ueo8mk/s220/IM002418%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7314609013010933571.post-6820126246787129609</id><published>2010-04-02T18:07:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T18:11:48.729-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Kindergarten way back in 1971</title><summary type='text'>
Maybe you didn't quite see those huge freckles on my face.  That is not the picture, although I would have prefered Fotomat glossy instead of matte finish.  This is my kindergarten picture from 1971.  Although I was at Sacred Hearts Catholic School, I think they let the kindergarten kids take their pictures without uniforms on.  I did wear a uniform everyday for Mrs. Aliscio's (sp) class.  It </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7314609013010933571/posts/default/6820126246787129609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7314609013010933571/posts/default/6820126246787129609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dotydeer7.blogspot.com/2010/04/kindergarten-way-back-in-1971.html' title='Kindergarten way back in 1971'/><author><name>Doty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04653802643894425551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RDEfK246szw/ThdYyxhze6I/AAAAAAAAASU/6USV4Ueo8mk/s220/IM002418%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ly3yS6_5i8g/S7ZoRPeIt1I/AAAAAAAAAQI/eec7Fv49yyk/s72-c/1971.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7314609013010933571.post-8291319548503805470</id><published>2010-03-30T15:49:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T13:07:33.493-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mom and poetry</title><summary type='text'>Mom is wonderful singer. She is no Barbra but she does carry a tune very good. I have fond memories of us singing in the car on Sunday drives, when the Red Sox games weren't on the radio. I have this one spring song she taught me...

Though April showers, 
Have come your way,
They bring the flowers, 
That bloom in May. 
So if it's raining have no regrets..
because it isn't raining rain you know,
</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7314609013010933571/posts/default/8291319548503805470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7314609013010933571/posts/default/8291319548503805470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dotydeer7.blogspot.com/2010/03/mom-and-poetry.html' title='Mom and poetry'/><author><name>Doty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04653802643894425551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RDEfK246szw/ThdYyxhze6I/AAAAAAAAASU/6USV4Ueo8mk/s220/IM002418%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ly3yS6_5i8g/S7JVnfsEPPI/AAAAAAAAAQA/Df9XifjWPUE/s72-c/Red+Tulip1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7314609013010933571.post-327122494243071047</id><published>2010-03-25T22:53:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T22:53:55.031-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Twenty things you might not know about me....</title><summary type='text'>1.) I am a minority yet not one application I fill out can I claim I am a minority. Only 2% of the world's population are Redheads. Yes there should be some kind of reward for having this copper head but as long as it stays on my head...I am happy. 

2) I did dye my hair once...and only once. It was during Fall and my friend talked me going into dying it a more deeper auburn color. It came out </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7314609013010933571/posts/default/327122494243071047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7314609013010933571/posts/default/327122494243071047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dotydeer7.blogspot.com/2010/03/twenty-things-you-might-not-know-about.html' title='Twenty things you might not know about me....'/><author><name>Doty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04653802643894425551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RDEfK246szw/ThdYyxhze6I/AAAAAAAAASU/6USV4Ueo8mk/s220/IM002418%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7314609013010933571.post-8945395546700307667</id><published>2010-03-24T23:20:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T17:56:27.167-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Motorcycle License</title><summary type='text'>I've been thinking of getting my motocycle license.  It was high 78 degrees on this gorgeous March day.  Rick took his bike out riding and I have been getting jealous.  I use to love to ride my moped when I was 16-17yrs old.  I know it is not the same thing but just feeling the wind blowing through my hair like Fabio commerical would be wonderful.  I am not talking about a big HOG (sorry MPOM) </summary><link rel='related' href='http://cgi.ebay.com/ebaymotors/ws/eBayISAPI.dll?ViewItem&amp;item=170460469851&amp;viewitem=' title='Motorcycle License'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7314609013010933571/posts/default/8945395546700307667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7314609013010933571/posts/default/8945395546700307667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dotydeer7.blogspot.com/2010/03/motorcycle-license.html' title='Motorcycle License'/><author><name>Doty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04653802643894425551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RDEfK246szw/ThdYyxhze6I/AAAAAAAAASU/6USV4Ueo8mk/s220/IM002418%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7314609013010933571.post-5700751947952792674</id><published>2010-03-08T13:58:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T14:01:07.311-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Week 9</title><summary type='text'>I began my new healthy lifestyle change on Jan 11th and it is now week 9. You would think I would feel better but there are only a few things that I notice that has changed. 

I am eating healthy but still give in every now and then to Girl Scout cookies.
I am exercising which I haven't done in about 10 years. 
I am sleeping a little better but not consistantly.
My clothes still feel the same but</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7314609013010933571/posts/default/5700751947952792674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7314609013010933571/posts/default/5700751947952792674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dotydeer7.blogspot.com/2010/03/week-9.html' title='Week 9'/><author><name>Doty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04653802643894425551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RDEfK246szw/ThdYyxhze6I/AAAAAAAAASU/6USV4Ueo8mk/s220/IM002418%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7314609013010933571.post-206076455996744665</id><published>2010-03-03T17:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T17:03:41.634-05:00</updated><title type='text'>House Party  NABISCO 100 Calorie Delicious Living House Party</title><summary type='text'>House Party  NABISCO 100 Calorie Delicious Living House Party</summary><link rel='related' href='http://houseparty.com/splash/nabisco100caloriedeliciousliving' title='House Party  NABISCO 100 Calorie Delicious Living House Party'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7314609013010933571/posts/default/206076455996744665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7314609013010933571/posts/default/206076455996744665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dotydeer7.blogspot.com/2010/03/house-party-nabisco-100-calorie.html' title='House Party  NABISCO 100 Calorie Delicious Living House Party'/><author><name>Doty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04653802643894425551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RDEfK246szw/ThdYyxhze6I/AAAAAAAAASU/6USV4Ueo8mk/s220/IM002418%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7314609013010933571.post-8225570740202843098</id><published>2010-03-03T13:35:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T13:37:10.423-05:00</updated><title type='text'>March Madness</title><summary type='text'>Not basketball March Madness but the time of the year when you are sick of winter and Spring is just around the corner.  For South Carolina, the last frost date is March 14.  I am getting ready to prepare my first garden in our new home.  Although shamrock/Clover is considered a weed to some, I would love my yard covered in it.  Great deer plot too! 
But my March madness also has to do with March</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7314609013010933571/posts/default/8225570740202843098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7314609013010933571/posts/default/8225570740202843098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dotydeer7.blogspot.com/2010/03/march-madness.html' title='March Madness'/><author><name>Doty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04653802643894425551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RDEfK246szw/ThdYyxhze6I/AAAAAAAAASU/6USV4Ueo8mk/s220/IM002418%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7314609013010933571.post-2755151869312239199</id><published>2010-02-27T22:32:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T22:33:50.867-05:00</updated><title type='text'>God talking to me</title><summary type='text'>I was at this site...(http://www.bariatricsolutions.com/helpful_links.cfm)thinking about gastric bypass when I found this link for SparkPeople.  I know it was God showing me the way.  Too often I miss hearing Him guide me along the way or I talk myself out of listening.  
I was really thinking of having my inside cut open to have a piece of my body operated on to make me thinner?  Is that why God</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7314609013010933571/posts/default/2755151869312239199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7314609013010933571/posts/default/2755151869312239199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dotydeer7.blogspot.com/2010/02/god-talking-to-me.html' title='God talking to me'/><author><name>Doty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04653802643894425551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RDEfK246szw/ThdYyxhze6I/AAAAAAAAASU/6USV4Ueo8mk/s220/IM002418%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7314609013010933571.post-6495330376925053502</id><published>2010-02-17T12:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T12:55:09.903-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ordinary Miracle</title><summary type='text'>


I have been watching some of the Olympics and I didn't get to see this song performed but I just watched it on YouTube and think it is beautiful. There are those days when it takes so much energy just to get myself up out of bed and motivated but once I do, I thank God for the day he has given me. 
On the way to work this morning, as the sun was beginning to rise, it gave off such a pretty </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7314609013010933571/posts/default/6495330376925053502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7314609013010933571/posts/default/6495330376925053502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dotydeer7.blogspot.com/2010/02/ordinary-miracle.html' title='Ordinary Miracle'/><author><name>Doty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04653802643894425551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RDEfK246szw/ThdYyxhze6I/AAAAAAAAASU/6USV4Ueo8mk/s220/IM002418%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7314609013010933571.post-8794263503000984091</id><published>2010-02-11T10:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T10:05:44.346-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cherish</title><summary type='text'>I got a letter from my sister yesterday and it was (and always is) filled with such positive thoughts and feelings that I have to say she is my insipiration.  If God brings you to it, He'll bring you through it. 
She finds everyday things that bring her inspiration and find Tyler is talking to her through this things.  I agree as I find myself hearing Tyler talking to me every now.  It usually </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7314609013010933571/posts/default/8794263503000984091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7314609013010933571/posts/default/8794263503000984091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dotydeer7.blogspot.com/2010/02/cherish.html' title='Cherish'/><author><name>Doty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04653802643894425551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RDEfK246szw/ThdYyxhze6I/AAAAAAAAASU/6USV4Ueo8mk/s220/IM002418%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7314609013010933571.post-892192394647530463</id><published>2010-02-09T14:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T14:55:14.533-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Customer Survey's</title><summary type='text'>It paid off!  We went to eat at Longhorn Steakhouse, using a gift card Mom gave us for Christmas.  On the bottom of your reciept is a way to log on and take a customer survey.  I always do these because you never know...
Well I got a check in the mail yesterday for $50 for taking the survey! Woo Hoo!!  I was thinking it was going to be a gift card, which was fine by me, but a check is even better</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7314609013010933571/posts/default/892192394647530463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7314609013010933571/posts/default/892192394647530463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dotydeer7.blogspot.com/2010/02/customer-surveys.html' title='Customer Survey&apos;s'/><author><name>Doty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04653802643894425551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RDEfK246szw/ThdYyxhze6I/AAAAAAAAASU/6USV4Ueo8mk/s220/IM002418%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7314609013010933571.post-8506633691977657</id><published>2010-02-09T13:07:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T13:07:49.515-05:00</updated><title type='text'>RRR</title><summary type='text'>Reedy River Run is coming up next month.  I signed up to be a volunteer since this is the new me!  "NO DAY BUT TODAY!" (FALLINOFF in SP)
I am kinda looking forward to it for two reasons.  1) similiar to New Bedford Road Race which I know Friendly Sons of St. Patrick/brothers now help with and 2) Springtime is great time to get active and get to know other healthy-minded people.  
That doesn't </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7314609013010933571/posts/default/8506633691977657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7314609013010933571/posts/default/8506633691977657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dotydeer7.blogspot.com/2010/02/rrr.html' title='RRR'/><author><name>Doty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04653802643894425551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RDEfK246szw/ThdYyxhze6I/AAAAAAAAASU/6USV4Ueo8mk/s220/IM002418%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7314609013010933571.post-8325687964314208785</id><published>2010-02-08T13:23:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T19:17:35.915-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tracking</title><summary type='text'>I have begun tracking things.  I track my food/nutrition and my fitness that I do.  I am also tracking my blood pressure.  My concern is that this Harbor Freight 25dollar wrist cuff doesn't work right.  I wish Mom could take my BP with her fat arm cuff.  I have my yearly Dr. appt in May so I will show him my BP tracking page and see if it matchs to what his BP shows.  I am trying to get off my BP</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7314609013010933571/posts/default/8325687964314208785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7314609013010933571/posts/default/8325687964314208785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dotydeer7.blogspot.com/2010/02/tracking.html' title='Tracking'/><author><name>Doty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04653802643894425551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RDEfK246szw/ThdYyxhze6I/AAAAAAAAASU/6USV4Ueo8mk/s220/IM002418%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ly3yS6_5i8g/S3CpTiryThI/AAAAAAAAAPg/Zk5H_hpZzCA/s72-c/IM002133.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7314609013010933571.post-7107575478124462567</id><published>2010-02-03T12:19:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T12:34:34.119-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My inner coach</title><summary type='text'>I have voices in my head.  Often times my voice does the John Pinette routine, "Get out line".



But this morning I clearly heard my inner coach.  I was lying bed awake thinking of stupid things when it was 5:58am. My alarm was set to go off at 6am so I could get up, wash face/brush teeth, get dressed, make a lunch and leave to go exercise before work.  I clicked on the alarm time and pushed it </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7314609013010933571/posts/default/7107575478124462567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7314609013010933571/posts/default/7107575478124462567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dotydeer7.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-inner-coach.html' title='My inner coach'/><author><name>Doty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04653802643894425551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RDEfK246szw/ThdYyxhze6I/AAAAAAAAASU/6USV4Ueo8mk/s220/IM002418%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7314609013010933571.post-1943564985944830908</id><published>2010-02-02T14:57:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T14:57:53.147-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Energy and persistence conquer all things.</title><summary type='text'>Energy and persistence conquer all things.Posted using ShareThis</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7314609013010933571/posts/default/1943564985944830908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7314609013010933571/posts/default/1943564985944830908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dotydeer7.blogspot.com/2010/02/energy-and-persistence-conquer-all.html' title='Energy and persistence conquer all things.'/><author><name>Doty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04653802643894425551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RDEfK246szw/ThdYyxhze6I/AAAAAAAAASU/6USV4Ueo8mk/s220/IM002418%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7314609013010933571.post-3317382454343669108</id><published>2010-01-31T13:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T13:47:39.474-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Joined Spark Community</title><summary type='text'>my.sparkpeople.com/GIGGLEGURL7 

I just joined The Spark Community with trying to help my daily calorie log and looks good so far....</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7314609013010933571/posts/default/3317382454343669108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7314609013010933571/posts/default/3317382454343669108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dotydeer7.blogspot.com/2010/01/joined-spark-community.html' title='Joined Spark Community'/><author><name>Doty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04653802643894425551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RDEfK246szw/ThdYyxhze6I/AAAAAAAAASU/6USV4Ueo8mk/s220/IM002418%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7314609013010933571.post-7724271004739651038</id><published>2010-01-31T09:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T09:31:31.856-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Help Count backyard birds</title><summary type='text'>http://www.birdcount.org/

I found this website through The Women's Outdoor Wire, that they are looking for volunteers to count backyard birds. 

</summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.birdcount.org' title='Help Count backyard birds'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7314609013010933571/posts/default/7724271004739651038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7314609013010933571/posts/default/7724271004739651038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dotydeer7.blogspot.com/2010/01/help-count-backyard-birds.html' title='Help Count backyard birds'/><author><name>Doty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04653802643894425551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RDEfK246szw/ThdYyxhze6I/AAAAAAAAASU/6USV4Ueo8mk/s220/IM002418%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ly3yS6_5i8g/S2WUOgxp4zI/AAAAAAAAAPY/kYtrPjdqyWY/s72-c/GBBC.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7314609013010933571.post-339009780997727601</id><published>2010-01-30T16:09:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T16:23:21.833-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I love my garage</title><summary type='text'>So we did get a little bit of snow/ice mix. This picture is taken out of computer room window. (smudge on window that needs cleaning)  The good news is that we were able to put both the truck and the car in our garage. For those of you who have seen our garage at apt complex, know that it was chock full of Rick's stuff and there was no way to even fit our second kayak let alone a car.  Now in our</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7314609013010933571/posts/default/339009780997727601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7314609013010933571/posts/default/339009780997727601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dotydeer7.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-love-my-garage.html' title='I love my garage'/><author><name>Doty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04653802643894425551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RDEfK246szw/ThdYyxhze6I/AAAAAAAAASU/6USV4Ueo8mk/s220/IM002418%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ly3yS6_5i8g/S2Sdf3TaWMI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/OHjXjoQEzEA/s72-c/Image7.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7314609013010933571.post-6325580757978577109</id><published>2010-01-28T14:56:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T14:56:29.342-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>
Right on the border to get ICE! Ice baby
</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7314609013010933571/posts/default/6325580757978577109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7314609013010933571/posts/default/6325580757978577109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dotydeer7.blogspot.com/2010/01/right-on-border-to-get-ice-ice-baby.html' title=''/><author><name>Doty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04653802643894425551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RDEfK246szw/ThdYyxhze6I/AAAAAAAAASU/6USV4Ueo8mk/s220/IM002418%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ly3yS6_5i8g/S2HrzNdvEHI/AAAAAAAAAPI/CW_XB1RlL8A/s72-c/snow.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7314609013010933571.post-4894873372438784324</id><published>2010-01-28T08:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T08:19:22.229-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Goal</title><summary type='text'>It is a little goal and probably you are saying to yourself, "that is nothing" but to me, I reached a little goal this morning and I am so happy. 
I made myself a realistic goal by week 3 I would be walking 30 minutes.  Week 1 was 10-15 mins.  Week 2 was 15-20 mins, and this week was 25-30 mins.  I did it! I had the treadmill set for 25 mins this morning but as I got to 20, I still felt good so I</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7314609013010933571/posts/default/4894873372438784324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7314609013010933571/posts/default/4894873372438784324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dotydeer7.blogspot.com/2010/01/goal.html' title='Goal'/><author><name>Doty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04653802643894425551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RDEfK246szw/ThdYyxhze6I/AAAAAAAAASU/6USV4Ueo8mk/s220/IM002418%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7314609013010933571.post-5813347604698699260</id><published>2010-01-20T23:25:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T23:26:08.447-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 50th Birthday MPOM</title><summary type='text'>I hope the Wicked Whoopie Pie will be worth it! I use to watch Phantom Gourmet back when I lived in MA and saw the Whoopie Pie on the show.  I remember anytime we needed to have something for Girl Scout or school bake sale, Mom would always make Whoopie Pies.  And now I am craving one!
Leave a comment if you love Whoopie Pies too.
   </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7314609013010933571/posts/default/5813347604698699260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7314609013010933571/posts/default/5813347604698699260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dotydeer7.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-50th-birthday-mpom.html' title='Happy 50th Birthday MPOM'/><author><name>Doty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04653802643894425551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RDEfK246szw/ThdYyxhze6I/AAAAAAAAASU/6USV4Ueo8mk/s220/IM002418%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7314609013010933571.post-1740536320206990328</id><published>2010-01-20T23:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T23:03:57.381-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>
Our Friend Art and Rick looking dapper in their suits.
Posting this because Art was visiting here for two weeks and he left today.  He came down to SC to escape the harsh New England weather, but needless to say we also had cold temperatures here last week.  Today was up in the 60's but of course it is the day he is going home. He did help out with cropping my blinds and by helping Rick replace </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7314609013010933571/posts/default/1740536320206990328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7314609013010933571/posts/default/1740536320206990328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dotydeer7.blogspot.com/2010/01/our-friend-art-and-rick-looking-dapper.html' title=''/><author><name>Doty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04653802643894425551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RDEfK246szw/ThdYyxhze6I/AAAAAAAAASU/6USV4Ueo8mk/s220/IM002418%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ly3yS6_5i8g/S1fRZ14wvLI/AAAAAAAAANY/zLjbhLEneX0/s72-c/May+09%27.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7314609013010933571.post-1234647682880700897</id><published>2010-01-18T16:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T16:37:03.479-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Birds</title><summary type='text'>I got a bird feeder for Christmas. It was the type of present where we are walking through Lowe's and I said to Rick, I would like a bird feeder for Christmas.  I picked out the one I wanted, he paid for it and it is now hanging up on our iron pole out in front of the house. (I will have to take a picture of it) 
I love watching the birds.  Yesterday we had color! Two red cardinals, along with </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7314609013010933571/posts/default/1234647682880700897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7314609013010933571/posts/default/1234647682880700897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dotydeer7.blogspot.com/2010/01/birds.html' title='Birds'/><author><name>Doty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04653802643894425551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RDEfK246szw/ThdYyxhze6I/AAAAAAAAASU/6USV4Ueo8mk/s220/IM002418%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7314609013010933571.post-6744127506456395543</id><published>2010-01-15T12:26:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T19:16:07.615-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hurting Enviroment</title><summary type='text'>I don't mind using plastic bags at grocery stores because they serve another purpose when I get them home and have to pick up after Brier in the yard. That has changed with the new house.  I find I can take one bag, pick up the poo, and then throw it up in the woods where no of us goes walking.  But then the bag has poo smell so I end up throwing the bag in the garbage. I need a new way to pick </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7314609013010933571/posts/default/6744127506456395543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7314609013010933571/posts/default/6744127506456395543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dotydeer7.blogspot.com/2010/01/hurting-enviroment.html' title='Hurting Enviroment'/><author><name>Doty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04653802643894425551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RDEfK246szw/ThdYyxhze6I/AAAAAAAAASU/6USV4Ueo8mk/s220/IM002418%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7314609013010933571.post-8390298319099025561</id><published>2010-01-13T09:54:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T09:55:30.999-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't want to work, I want to bang on the drum all dy</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7314609013010933571/posts/default/8390298319099025561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7314609013010933571/posts/default/8390298319099025561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dotydeer7.blogspot.com/2010/01/blog-post.html' title='I don&apos;t want to work, I want to bang on the drum all dy'/><author><name>Doty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04653802643894425551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RDEfK246szw/ThdYyxhze6I/AAAAAAAAASU/6USV4Ueo8mk/s220/IM002418%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7314609013010933571.post-8288421202630990898</id><published>2010-01-12T14:37:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T14:37:26.952-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A new start</title><summary type='text'>hopefully this will get me motivated </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7314609013010933571/posts/default/8288421202630990898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7314609013010933571/posts/default/8288421202630990898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dotydeer7.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-start.html' title='A new start'/><author><name>Doty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04653802643894425551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RDEfK246szw/ThdYyxhze6I/AAAAAAAAASU/6USV4Ueo8mk/s220/IM002418%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7314609013010933571.post-758943211460764651</id><published>2010-01-06T16:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T16:07:11.412-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I could fall asleep right now (3:53 pm)</title><summary type='text'>I think after these short weeks we have had that I am losing steam mid week and feel like this week is dragging. 
I vividly remember my dreams last night (which may mean that I never got my REM sleep). I was first in a Army tank getting ready to level my house but I remembered that I needed my drivers license and Social Security Card to prove who I am.  Then I asked Rick how to work the tank and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7314609013010933571/posts/default/758943211460764651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7314609013010933571/posts/default/758943211460764651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dotydeer7.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-could-fall-asleep-right-now-353-pm.html' title='I could fall asleep right now (3:53 pm)'/><author><name>Doty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04653802643894425551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RDEfK246szw/ThdYyxhze6I/AAAAAAAAASU/6USV4Ueo8mk/s220/IM002418%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7314609013010933571.post-7169828850111741787</id><published>2010-01-05T13:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T13:19:34.709-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Resolution continued</title><summary type='text'>I was doing laundry last night and found my fortune cookie paper in my jeans.  We went out to Mr. Fongs Chinese Restuarant on Saturday.  It is no where near as good as Hunan K and is in a strip mall.  All Chinese restaurants in this area are either in strip malls as take out or buffet style restaurants.  We haven't found a good sit down meal one yet. 

Anyway...
My fortune read, " Adjust finances</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7314609013010933571/posts/default/7169828850111741787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7314609013010933571/posts/default/7169828850111741787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dotydeer7.blogspot.com/2010/01/resolution-continued.html' title='Resolution continued'/><author><name>Doty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04653802643894425551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RDEfK246szw/ThdYyxhze6I/AAAAAAAAASU/6USV4Ueo8mk/s220/IM002418%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7314609013010933571.post-3789847672853507885</id><published>2010-01-04T13:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T13:41:04.447-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year's Resolution</title><summary type='text'>Why should I make one when I never fulfill what I say anyway? 
I could say that this is the year that I will lose the weight.  Yeah right, or I could say my New Year's resolution is to get more financially on track but it is hard when R is still unemployed.  The good news on that front is that there was an article in the local GoUpstate newspaper that said there is a shortage of welders and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7314609013010933571/posts/default/3789847672853507885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7314609013010933571/posts/default/3789847672853507885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dotydeer7.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-years-resolution.html' title='New Year&apos;s Resolution'/><author><name>Doty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04653802643894425551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RDEfK246szw/ThdYyxhze6I/AAAAAAAAASU/6USV4Ueo8mk/s220/IM002418%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7314609013010933571.post-6714875020042195845</id><published>2009-12-30T10:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T10:10:09.374-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What do you keep your heat temp at?</title><summary type='text'>I was talking to my cube mate Claudia about wearing my CPAP and how the other night I woke up with a wet chin.  It was because the temperature in my bedroom was cool and the warm moist air from the CPAP formed condensation inside my mask.  She asked what temp I keep my heat at and I told her 58 degrees.  Neasha, my other cube mate, was in shock and said she keeps her heat at 74 degrees.  I would </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7314609013010933571/posts/default/6714875020042195845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7314609013010933571/posts/default/6714875020042195845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dotydeer7.blogspot.com/2009/12/what-do-you-keep-your-heat-temp-at.html' title='What do you keep your heat temp at?'/><author><name>Doty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04653802643894425551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RDEfK246szw/ThdYyxhze6I/AAAAAAAAASU/6USV4Ueo8mk/s220/IM002418%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7314609013010933571.post-7941724160057412666</id><published>2009-12-29T13:07:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T13:10:43.796-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Boom De ah Dah</title><summary type='text'>

I was reading someone else's blog and came across this commerical which I find awesome.  I love Stephen Hawking saying in his synthesied voice, "Boom De ah Dah" 
What is your favorite commercial?  You either love her or hate her.  I love Flo from the Progressive commercials. "I like cashmere socks"
</summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=at_f98qOGY0&amp;feature=player_embedded' title='Boom De ah Dah'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7314609013010933571/posts/default/7941724160057412666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7314609013010933571/posts/default/7941724160057412666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dotydeer7.blogspot.com/2009/12/boom-de-ah-dah.html' title='Boom De ah Dah'/><author><name>Doty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04653802643894425551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RDEfK246szw/ThdYyxhze6I/AAAAAAAAASU/6USV4Ueo8mk/s220/IM002418%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7314609013010933571.post-3934137646539475052</id><published>2009-12-26T14:39:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T14:40:29.227-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Road Rage</title><summary type='text'>Gotta love this classichttp://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wFx4Ff3aNFc&amp;feature=player_embedded</summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wFx4Ff3aNFc&amp;feature=player_embedded' title='Road Rage'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7314609013010933571/posts/default/3934137646539475052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7314609013010933571/posts/default/3934137646539475052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dotydeer7.blogspot.com/2009/12/road-rage.html' title='Road Rage'/><author><name>Doty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04653802643894425551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RDEfK246szw/ThdYyxhze6I/AAAAAAAAASU/6USV4Ueo8mk/s220/IM002418%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7314609013010933571.post-2396172098631798379</id><published>2009-12-21T15:50:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T16:47:08.477-05:00</updated><title type='text'>quoting Beth from work</title><summary type='text'>Beth is talking to Neasha who sits on other side of me (Claudia on right, Neasha on left) telling her how dry her Christmas tree is and how she has to fill the water and spray it to keep it moist.  She said, "it is drier than a powderhouse".  I have never heard that before. I wrote some of these down after hearing someone say it here in SC:  Done did itdrunk as a cricket in a hubcapDon't you fret</summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.appleseeds.org/Farmers-Advice.htm' title='quoting Beth from work'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7314609013010933571/posts/default/2396172098631798379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7314609013010933571/posts/default/2396172098631798379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dotydeer7.blogspot.com/2009/12/quoting-beth-from-work.html' title='quoting Beth from work'/><author><name>Doty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04653802643894425551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RDEfK246szw/ThdYyxhze6I/AAAAAAAAASU/6USV4Ueo8mk/s220/IM002418%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7314609013010933571.post-5030935123820769023</id><published>2009-12-18T11:35:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T11:39:00.299-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Little hidden Peas in French</title><summary type='text'>pois cachéThat might not mean anything to you but it is what Mom would make in her large Corningware casserole pan.  She would put the hamburg beef down first, followed by a layer of peas and then topped with mashed potatoes.  It is "Shepard's Pie" when made with corn but Mom always called it s'pois caché. She also taught us the wrong way to say "colander" To this day I am not sure if it is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7314609013010933571/posts/default/5030935123820769023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7314609013010933571/posts/default/5030935123820769023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dotydeer7.blogspot.com/2009/12/little-hidden-peas-in-french.html' title='Little hidden Peas in French'/><author><name>Doty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04653802643894425551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RDEfK246szw/ThdYyxhze6I/AAAAAAAAASU/6USV4Ueo8mk/s220/IM002418%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7314609013010933571.post-4290725884008492628</id><published>2009-12-16T11:36:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T11:39:44.799-05:00</updated><title type='text'>MATH</title><summary type='text'>Rick is in school going for his certification in welding.  The class is being offered by the local community college but it is tied into Quick Stops, which is run by Unemployment.  Supposedly it is also being funded by Nuclear Power Plant they are building up in NC so they can get qualified welders at $22 bucks an hour.  I look forward to the day that I don't have to water down my laundry </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7314609013010933571/posts/default/4290725884008492628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7314609013010933571/posts/default/4290725884008492628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dotydeer7.blogspot.com/2009/12/math.html' title='MATH'/><author><name>Doty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04653802643894425551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RDEfK246szw/ThdYyxhze6I/AAAAAAAAASU/6USV4Ueo8mk/s220/IM002418%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7314609013010933571.post-5771176567036911647</id><published>2009-12-08T08:45:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T08:48:23.202-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Men bashing at work</title><summary type='text'>I probably will get sent to HR for this but I just posted this little sign in my cube:Three Wise Men....seriouslyI think it is funny so I put it up.  If I lose my job over it, just means someone took offense to my sense of humor.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7314609013010933571/posts/default/5771176567036911647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7314609013010933571/posts/default/5771176567036911647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dotydeer7.blogspot.com/2009/12/men-bashing-at-work.html' title='Men bashing at work'/><author><name>Doty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04653802643894425551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RDEfK246szw/ThdYyxhze6I/AAAAAAAAASU/6USV4Ueo8mk/s220/IM002418%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author></entry></feed>
