<?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-6229125274577707487</id><updated>2012-02-16T01:59:07.210-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm just sayin'...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imjustsayinwithwendy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6229125274577707487/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imjustsayinwithwendy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Wendy Fleming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03404908576480489249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>29</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6229125274577707487.post-4059449638031313285</id><published>2009-11-05T20:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T20:48:55.784-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A song for  you....</title><content type='html'>A friend knows the song in my heart and sings it to me when my memory fails.  ~Donna Roberts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So important...these relationships called friends.  I love you soooo much...you know who you are.  Yes, you know who you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whisper to me and sing to me....I love you so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo Wendy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6229125274577707487-4059449638031313285?l=imjustsayinwithwendy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imjustsayinwithwendy.blogspot.com/feeds/4059449638031313285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6229125274577707487&amp;postID=4059449638031313285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6229125274577707487/posts/default/4059449638031313285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6229125274577707487/posts/default/4059449638031313285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imjustsayinwithwendy.blogspot.com/2009/11/song-for-you.html' title='A song for  you....'/><author><name>Wendy Fleming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03404908576480489249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6229125274577707487.post-6388638358685610162</id><published>2009-10-21T08:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T08:47:55.928-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The fork in the road....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pEebje1gtBg/St8sdKkT5WI/AAAAAAAAAB4/ze6BkfEybI8/s1600-h/fork%2Bin%2Bthe%2Broad4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395079758177625442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pEebje1gtBg/St8sdKkT5WI/AAAAAAAAAB4/ze6BkfEybI8/s200/fork%2Bin%2Bthe%2Broad4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Our soul always lets us know, in our heart, which way to turn when we are at a crossroads in our lives.....we often don't want to honor that voice....as it means great change.  And with change often times comes fear....and we don't take the road we are told to take. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Make the change.  Love yourself through the fear.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;As the saying goes..."Just do it".  Thank you Nike.  :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;xoxo Wendy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6229125274577707487-6388638358685610162?l=imjustsayinwithwendy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imjustsayinwithwendy.blogspot.com/feeds/6388638358685610162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6229125274577707487&amp;postID=6388638358685610162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6229125274577707487/posts/default/6388638358685610162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6229125274577707487/posts/default/6388638358685610162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imjustsayinwithwendy.blogspot.com/2009/10/fork-in-road.html' title='The fork in the road....'/><author><name>Wendy Fleming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03404908576480489249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pEebje1gtBg/St8sdKkT5WI/AAAAAAAAAB4/ze6BkfEybI8/s72-c/fork%2Bin%2Bthe%2Broad4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6229125274577707487.post-5756958250384376206</id><published>2009-10-20T13:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T13:06:16.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Somehow...</title><content type='html'>....is quite funny to me.  When I am writing here, I wonder who reads this and why.  On a blog, you write your own thoughts and feelings and musings....and then it is just open to the public and whomever finds it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is really quite cool. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So read on, mysterious readers.  And send me through your thoughts, what it is you might like to know, or read about.  And if I am connected to some of you...perhaps I will pick up on your thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or...you could just leave a comment, or even an email.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo Wendy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6229125274577707487-5756958250384376206?l=imjustsayinwithwendy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imjustsayinwithwendy.blogspot.com/feeds/5756958250384376206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6229125274577707487&amp;postID=5756958250384376206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6229125274577707487/posts/default/5756958250384376206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6229125274577707487/posts/default/5756958250384376206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imjustsayinwithwendy.blogspot.com/2009/10/somehow.html' title='Somehow...'/><author><name>Wendy Fleming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03404908576480489249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6229125274577707487.post-1443561647459147775</id><published>2009-10-19T17:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T17:20:28.644-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Changes</title><content type='html'>Even though the Universe gives me the signs...and they abound all around me....and I see them, and acknowledge them...it is still not always easy to interpret the full meaning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My goal is to wisely interpret....accept the challenge...and move forward. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep moving.  Keep being willing to BE moved.  Grow, grow, grow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo Wendy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6229125274577707487-1443561647459147775?l=imjustsayinwithwendy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imjustsayinwithwendy.blogspot.com/feeds/1443561647459147775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6229125274577707487&amp;postID=1443561647459147775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6229125274577707487/posts/default/1443561647459147775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6229125274577707487/posts/default/1443561647459147775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imjustsayinwithwendy.blogspot.com/2009/10/changes.html' title='Changes'/><author><name>Wendy Fleming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03404908576480489249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6229125274577707487.post-3178499095452524070</id><published>2009-08-06T19:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T19:03:49.868-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahhhhhh...now thats just what I needed.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;just had the best massage. Here in my home. I found a young woman with some healing hands. And she came here, with her table, and I am relaxed and happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;Nothing like a little pampering.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;xoxo Wendy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6229125274577707487-3178499095452524070?l=imjustsayinwithwendy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imjustsayinwithwendy.blogspot.com/feeds/3178499095452524070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6229125274577707487&amp;postID=3178499095452524070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6229125274577707487/posts/default/3178499095452524070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6229125274577707487/posts/default/3178499095452524070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imjustsayinwithwendy.blogspot.com/2009/08/ahhhhhhnow-that-what-i-needed.html' title='Ahhhhhh...now thats just what I needed.'/><author><name>Wendy Fleming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03404908576480489249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6229125274577707487.post-2911679876364868433</id><published>2009-08-05T15:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T15:31:04.557-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ok, so I am fuming...</title><content type='html'>....about what, you ask? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well thank you for asking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat down today to actually view an episode of the new dating/reality show:  "More To Love".    What the heck is going on????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't we PLEASE have one damn show that shows big/curvy/fat girls loving themselves and being confident?????   Where did they find these girls????  Are you kidding me that they couldn't have found secure women, that are big, that really have been on dates and in relationships???? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quit FEEDING us this kind of bullshit sandwich.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whew, there, more later.  Somehow I feel better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo Wendy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6229125274577707487-2911679876364868433?l=imjustsayinwithwendy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imjustsayinwithwendy.blogspot.com/feeds/2911679876364868433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6229125274577707487&amp;postID=2911679876364868433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6229125274577707487/posts/default/2911679876364868433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6229125274577707487/posts/default/2911679876364868433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imjustsayinwithwendy.blogspot.com/2009/08/ok-so-i-am-fuming.html' title='Ok, so I am fuming...'/><author><name>Wendy Fleming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03404908576480489249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6229125274577707487.post-9083600755801985530</id><published>2009-07-27T23:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T23:46:32.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Move</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Well today I moved. My office that is. Just across the building to a different office. I was hesitant at first, I LOVED my office. I have been there for three months and couldn't imagine leaving my space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But circumstances began to present themselves that would begin to open my eyes to the possibility of a move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to pay attention to these circumstances. And just like that, an office opened up and became free and I listened to the prompting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This new office is only 4 square feet smaller than my previous one but felt smaller to me. But I believed I should take it. And so I did. And today was moving day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David, my husband and Pat, the building owner both came in at 3pm and began to move my furniture. Christina, my spiritual daughter, also came. The four of us moved everything and within about two hours, the job was completed. I just have a few things to hang on my walls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am writing this, not just to inform you of the office switcheroo...but to say a thing or two about change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the Universe grants you the ability to realize It is trying to gift you with something...LISTEN!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I loved my previous office spot..I absolutely ADORE this new space. I cannot believe it. When everyone left, I sat for about 15 minutes, drinking in the feel. I believe that it too will become a quiet place of respite and healing..not only for clients, but for me as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God knows me. Knows what I need before I do. Gifts me on a regular basis without my even asking. I am grateful. I am listening. I am learning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With love from a grateful student of life, now working out of Suite 165.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6229125274577707487-9083600755801985530?l=imjustsayinwithwendy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imjustsayinwithwendy.blogspot.com/feeds/9083600755801985530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6229125274577707487&amp;postID=9083600755801985530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6229125274577707487/posts/default/9083600755801985530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6229125274577707487/posts/default/9083600755801985530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imjustsayinwithwendy.blogspot.com/2009/07/move.html' title='The Move'/><author><name>Wendy Fleming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03404908576480489249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6229125274577707487.post-5767793830389770441</id><published>2009-07-15T13:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T13:07:25.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dont Faint...</title><content type='html'>...but I am back!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know where to tell  you that I have been....but I am back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I opened a new office here in Las Vegas and have been spending quite a bit of time getting that set up,  traveling and speaking in Michigan...and just generally otherwise occupied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come back to me.  :)  I hope that I can lure you back by doing some writing again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My post today is just something brief...but I really am feeling the need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am hearing many people these days saying some things that I don't even think that they realize they are saying.  So I am going to use this forum to talk about it.  I am hearing these things said in public, my office, my friends...everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wil write about each of these things on different postings so that we can just sit with each one separately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I will start with the statement:  "Ya Think?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear this all of the time.  When people say it to me..I cringe and don't want to answer.  Because if the statement were to be finished it would sound something like this:  "Ya think stupid?", or how clueless could you be/or how dumb could you be to just be getting this???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So think about it for a second.  Not only is it the statement..but the tone that goes with it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you are using this statement....think about it.  What are you really saying?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to stop the discussion as I feel dismissed and as though "I" was the one clearly not understanding someone in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk to me.  Let me know what you think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo Wendy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6229125274577707487-5767793830389770441?l=imjustsayinwithwendy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imjustsayinwithwendy.blogspot.com/feeds/5767793830389770441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6229125274577707487&amp;postID=5767793830389770441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6229125274577707487/posts/default/5767793830389770441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6229125274577707487/posts/default/5767793830389770441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imjustsayinwithwendy.blogspot.com/2009/07/dont-faint.html' title='Dont Faint...'/><author><name>Wendy Fleming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03404908576480489249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6229125274577707487.post-9091323386998109958</id><published>2009-03-21T13:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T13:50:54.252-07:00</updated><title type='text'>111 and 1111</title><content type='html'>For the past couple of weeks I have been being followed. Yes, it is true....followed. Tapped on the shoulder. Whispered to. Tugged at. Told. You name it...I have had it.I have been seeing 111, 1111 1:11, 11:11. Clocks, channels, license plates, price tags...everywhere!! In fact, last night in a dream, I asked someone what time it was and they replied, "It is 11:14". This dream was finally the prompt that I needed to look it up again and then post here. The following is what I found.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"For many years the numbers 11:11 have been mysteriously appearing to people all over the world. Often appearing on digital clocks, the sightings of 11:11 tend to occur during times of heightened awareness, having a most powerful effect on the people involved. This causes a reactivation of our cellular memory banks. There's a stirring deep inside, a hint of remembrance of something long forgotten.The appearance of 11:11 is also a powerful confirmation that we are on the right track, aligned with our highest Truth. Throughout the years, I have personally encountered thousands of people all over the world who, have experienced repeated sightings of 11:11. They all want to know what is happening to them and why. What does the 11:11 signify?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11:11 is a pre-encoded trigger placed into our cellular memory banks prior to our descent into matter which, when activated, signifies that our time of completion is near. This refers to the completion of duality.When the 11:11 appears to you, it is your wake-up call. A direct channel opens up between you and the Invisible. When this happens, it is time to reflect on whatever you are doing for a moment and Look Larger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A transfer is in position.You can enter the Greater Reality if you wish pray or meditate and seed your future and also, you can be seeded by the Invisible. You can ask for help in some specific area of your life or simply listen quietly and receive a revelation.The appearance of 11:11 is an always beneficial act of Divine Intervention telling you that it is time to take a good look around you and see what is really happening. It's time to pierce the veils of illusion that keep us bound to an unreal world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have been chosen, because you are ready, to step into the Greater Reality. To lead the way for others into a new way of living, into a Greater Love. To ascend from duality into Oneness. The 11.11 is the bridge our vitality and oneness. It is our pathway into the postive unknown and beyond."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is so exciting to me. I am very grateful and happy. I AM ready to step into the Greater Reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo Wendy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6229125274577707487-9091323386998109958?l=imjustsayinwithwendy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imjustsayinwithwendy.blogspot.com/feeds/9091323386998109958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6229125274577707487&amp;postID=9091323386998109958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6229125274577707487/posts/default/9091323386998109958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6229125274577707487/posts/default/9091323386998109958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imjustsayinwithwendy.blogspot.com/2009/03/111-and-1111.html' title='111 and 1111'/><author><name>Wendy Fleming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03404908576480489249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6229125274577707487.post-5350967762908486265</id><published>2009-02-16T09:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T09:40:33.851-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Monday!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;So people are asking me:  did I do what I had said in the previous post...for Valentine's Day that is?????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Sent the hubby golfing...with his great friend Mr. Calvin Mr. J.   They left early in the am and didn't get home until much later in the afternoon.  Golfed himself into oblivion.  :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Which left me with some great time to myself.  LOVED IT!!  Showered, watched part of a movie...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Notting&lt;/span&gt; Hill...which I love.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Called my great friend Bren, Mr. Calvin's mate, and we went to lunch at our favorite spot in LV...Woody's...which isn't the real name...but we have dubbed it with that name.  :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Met up with the husband and then we went to the shops at Mandalay Bay...went to Lush (which if you don't know what that store is...you should Google it@!).  We had some sugar free &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;gelato&lt;/span&gt; and walked around a bit.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;The greatest V-Day!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Hope that you all had a wonderful weekend and look forward to hearing all about your day as well....loving yourself.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt; Wendy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;PS....a few of you have even called me to see what the big D gave me as a gift.  :)  Because he is the GREATEST gift giver ever.  I am blessed.  He bought me a beautiful ring.  It is a Lillian Too &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Feng&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Shui&lt;/span&gt; maven....Mantra Ring.  Gorgeous.  :)  I LOVE IT!!! &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6229125274577707487-5350967762908486265?l=imjustsayinwithwendy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imjustsayinwithwendy.blogspot.com/feeds/5350967762908486265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6229125274577707487&amp;postID=5350967762908486265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6229125274577707487/posts/default/5350967762908486265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6229125274577707487/posts/default/5350967762908486265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imjustsayinwithwendy.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-monday.html' title='Happy Monday!!'/><author><name>Wendy Fleming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03404908576480489249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6229125274577707487.post-8429220708317256261</id><published>2009-02-10T23:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T07:32:27.792-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who Loves You Baby?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pEebje1gtBg/SZKA21LgsfI/AAAAAAAAABw/Rj-fWd_Gmbk/s1600-h/heart.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301441390845145586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 124px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 124px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pEebje1gtBg/SZKA21LgsfI/AAAAAAAAABw/Rj-fWd_Gmbk/s200/heart.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I probably don't need to tell you this....but I will anyhow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;This Saturday is the big V!! Valentines Day. Whooooo Hooooo.Yippee Skippee. Whoop De Dooooo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There, have I made a big enough deal out of it???? Because now I have something to say. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;However you celebrate this day, I wish you the happiest of Saturdays. I just want to be sure to tell you that I am being sarcastic here and would like to explain why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Briefly. Very briefly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;So many expectations, so few born out of realism. If you are married or partnered, people think that you have the market on love and contentment and wonderful gift-giving partners. If you are single, you may be thinking that you are dreading the big V...and my God, it is falling on a SATURDAY of all things...like the Saturday night being date night expectation isn't looming enough...and if you personally care less whether you are married/partnered/single/dating or any form of coupling, people still want to look with pity upon the uncoupled no matter what you may tell them. Arrrgggghhhhhhhh! Stop the madness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;The best thing to do this Saturday is celebrate loving you. Spa, movie, junk food, pedicure, fresh flowers....whatever it takes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Because loving yourself is the one constant that you can actually have some control over. And besides, YOU know what flowers/movies/food/toe nail polish color you like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I personally am going to tell my husband he can have the whole dang Saturday to himself and he can go golf himself into oblivion. And I for my part will go to LUSH and after have some sugar free gelato at the shops at Mandalay Bay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Now that is love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Be happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;xoxo Wendy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6229125274577707487-8429220708317256261?l=imjustsayinwithwendy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imjustsayinwithwendy.blogspot.com/feeds/8429220708317256261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6229125274577707487&amp;postID=8429220708317256261' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6229125274577707487/posts/default/8429220708317256261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6229125274577707487/posts/default/8429220708317256261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imjustsayinwithwendy.blogspot.com/2009/02/who-loves-you-baby.html' title='Who Loves You Baby?'/><author><name>Wendy Fleming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03404908576480489249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pEebje1gtBg/SZKA21LgsfI/AAAAAAAAABw/Rj-fWd_Gmbk/s72-c/heart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6229125274577707487.post-8104275003739070836</id><published>2009-02-03T21:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T22:04:42.235-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Starting Over?????</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Hello all....have you missed me?  I have missed you.  I am busy working on new ventures and adventures in my new home and new home state.  Nevada is a fabulous place to be...the weather has been amazing.  (Sorry my Michigander friends!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I have some things to say and thought that I should jot them here for you to read along with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Starting Over.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Were any of you watchers and or fans of that short-lived &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;television&lt;/span&gt; show?  I think that it was on for two or three seasons.  The premise was that six women stayed in a house and all had separate goals that they wanted to achieve.  They were assisted by two life-coaches.  It was a reality television show, of sorts.  The women completed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;tasks&lt;/span&gt; and after several weeks were able to graduate and move out.  It was fascinating to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I actually know, and love, one of the participants.  Rain.  I met her...through some pretty extraordinary circumstances that I may one day share here as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;So tonight I am thinking about how grateful and happy I am these days.  And wondering why?  I mean, we are in warm weather.  Sunny every day.  I have met amazing friends out here.  My husband no longer has to commute three hours each day to work...just about five seconds down the hall to his home office.  All eighty of my boxes are unpacked and we are all decorated and settled.  I have some great coaching clients.  I have been doing some singing.  Am probably going to buy into a business this weekend.  Upcoming seminars to give.  Whew....the list goes on and on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;But there is something deeper.  Something that touches me on a spiritual level.  I believe I know what it is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I am me.  I am authentically me.  No pretenses.  No fear of judgement.  No worry of what others may think.  I am at great peace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I am being honest with and about myself.  Daily.  Every moment.  It feels good.  Letting myself be calm.  Not being hard on myself.  Dropping so much of the expectations that I have had for ME.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;How about you?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I wish you could all be in the place that you want to be.  Take all of the chances that you would love to take, without fear.  Make the move.  Change the job.  Grow your relationship.  Take your make-up off for a day.  Take a class.  Laugh out loud.  Again.  Take a chance.  Take a leap.  Allow yourself to breathe.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I feel better for you just by saying it here.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Learn who you REALLY are.  Not being defined by your family.  Your friends.  Your job.  Your body.  Your stuff.  Your past.  Your fears.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I love you.  Whomever you are reading this.  I love that person and perhaps the person you were meant to be too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt; Wendy  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6229125274577707487-8104275003739070836?l=imjustsayinwithwendy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imjustsayinwithwendy.blogspot.com/feeds/8104275003739070836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6229125274577707487&amp;postID=8104275003739070836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6229125274577707487/posts/default/8104275003739070836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6229125274577707487/posts/default/8104275003739070836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imjustsayinwithwendy.blogspot.com/2009/02/starting-over.html' title='Starting Over?????'/><author><name>Wendy Fleming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03404908576480489249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6229125274577707487.post-8939868114586827516</id><published>2009-01-13T12:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T12:48:23.921-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pEebje1gtBg/SWz82ReyVvI/AAAAAAAAABo/Soyu0Jscarc/s1600-h/first_palm_tree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290881671589156594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 246px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pEebje1gtBg/SWz82ReyVvI/AAAAAAAAABo/Soyu0Jscarc/s320/first_palm_tree.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#339999;"&gt;It is January the 13&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;January.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;I am happy, satisfied really.  I keep reminding myself of the month.  Because as I sit at my desk, with my window open and the sun shining....I am hearing the chatter of the men cleaning the landscaping here at our condo.  They are using the blower, laughing and speaking out loud.  I love it.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;It is January.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;And outside my window to the right....a palm tree like the stock photo here.  And the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;octagon&lt;/span&gt; window to my left....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;foliage&lt;/span&gt; from another green (yes GREEN) tree.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Moving here has been amazing.  Living here is even better.  So with boxes still in our garage to be unpacked...I am still comfortable, happy and at peace.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Ahhhhh&lt;/span&gt;.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt; Wendy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6229125274577707487-8939868114586827516?l=imjustsayinwithwendy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imjustsayinwithwendy.blogspot.com/feeds/8939868114586827516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6229125274577707487&amp;postID=8939868114586827516' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6229125274577707487/posts/default/8939868114586827516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6229125274577707487/posts/default/8939868114586827516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imjustsayinwithwendy.blogspot.com/2009/01/it-is-january-13-th.html' title=''/><author><name>Wendy Fleming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03404908576480489249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pEebje1gtBg/SWz82ReyVvI/AAAAAAAAABo/Soyu0Jscarc/s72-c/first_palm_tree.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6229125274577707487.post-6855693520723485814</id><published>2009-01-04T11:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T12:09:09.734-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Perspective</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pEebje1gtBg/SWEWvPNj_aI/AAAAAAAAABg/STbmyg3_604/s1600-h/Red+Rock.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287532438302752162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 205px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pEebje1gtBg/SWEWvPNj_aI/AAAAAAAAABg/STbmyg3_604/s320/Red+Rock.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pEebje1gtBg/SWEWnhHGLKI/AAAAAAAAABY/i58LVCnNcMw/s1600-h/Vegas+skyline.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287532305668517026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pEebje1gtBg/SWEWnhHGLKI/AAAAAAAAABY/i58LVCnNcMw/s320/Vegas+skyline.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hello all! I am back. Plugged in. Up and running. High-speed. Office machines humming. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, I am hooked up again. The truck made it from Michigan, bringing all of our things with it. Inside that truck held the 4000 pounds of the remaining articles that we kept and packed and shipped. And within the bowels of that HUGE truck were our computers, monitors, phones, office equipment. And David hooked it all up and we are good to go again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am ready to start the weekly column of the questions. I have received many and will begin posting them and getting them answered. I thank you, from the bottom of my heart, for your responses. I am actually honored and humbled by this endeavor. Thank you for placing some kind of trust in the answers that will be provided. I encourage feedback, whether here or at my e-mail site. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Perspective. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have moved to Las Vegas. Some see this as the land of gambling, drinking and debauchery. I, however, really don't see that. I see the gorgeous mountains, climate and amazing people that I have met....and continue to meet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Perspective. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In 2009, I hope that your outlook is a positive one. Look at the wonder and beauty. Even in some perceived scarcity....simplicity and calm counts for so much. Choose happiness. Laughter counts. Peace.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;xoxo Wendy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;PS  Picture number one:  Red Rock (there is a 13 mile drive/hike/bike through and around the mountains..my friend Brenda took me there last week and it was stunning. AND it is only about 15 minutes from my house.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Picture number two:  The Vegas Skyline.  It is 2.5 miles from our house and we can see part of it from the end of our street.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6229125274577707487-6855693520723485814?l=imjustsayinwithwendy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imjustsayinwithwendy.blogspot.com/feeds/6855693520723485814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6229125274577707487&amp;postID=6855693520723485814' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6229125274577707487/posts/default/6855693520723485814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6229125274577707487/posts/default/6855693520723485814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imjustsayinwithwendy.blogspot.com/2009/01/perspective.html' title='Perspective'/><author><name>Wendy Fleming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03404908576480489249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pEebje1gtBg/SWEWvPNj_aI/AAAAAAAAABg/STbmyg3_604/s72-c/Red+Rock.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6229125274577707487.post-7607834059432092559</id><published>2008-12-09T23:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T23:26:26.152-08:00</updated><title type='text'>If I could give you a gift....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pEebje1gtBg/ST9tdobO4fI/AAAAAAAAABQ/7cCPxae_Zuc/s1600-h/peace.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278057644136784370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 318px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pEebje1gtBg/ST9tdobO4fI/AAAAAAAAABQ/7cCPxae_Zuc/s320/peace.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ...it would be to wish you peace.  Calm.  Quiet.  Chaos-free. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the holiday season approaches, I watch with amazement people hurrying about.  Frantic.  Trying to fit everything in.  Stress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will keep this short. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my dear friends said to me last week..."I am more excited about this upcoming holiday season than ever!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is most extraordinary is that they don't have the finances this year to be doling out gifts to all of their family and friends.  They will probably be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;foreclosing&lt;/span&gt; on their home, having to sell a business and looking for other means of making a living. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I asked her why this will be the greatest she simply said, "I am going to just enjoy spending time with my friends and my family." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes.  Simple.  Peaceful.  Calm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this was the meaning all along. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My gift to you...peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt; Wendy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6229125274577707487-7607834059432092559?l=imjustsayinwithwendy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imjustsayinwithwendy.blogspot.com/feeds/7607834059432092559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6229125274577707487&amp;postID=7607834059432092559' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6229125274577707487/posts/default/7607834059432092559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6229125274577707487/posts/default/7607834059432092559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imjustsayinwithwendy.blogspot.com/2008/12/if-i-could-give-you-gift.html' title='If I could give you a gift....'/><author><name>Wendy Fleming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03404908576480489249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pEebje1gtBg/ST9tdobO4fI/AAAAAAAAABQ/7cCPxae_Zuc/s72-c/peace.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6229125274577707487.post-5824064473603600415</id><published>2008-12-09T06:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T06:27:15.604-08:00</updated><title type='text'>`Love em...hate em....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pEebje1gtBg/ST58hBPJN1I/AAAAAAAAABI/4uiO7lKmy8w/s1600-h/cell-phone-booth.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277792720034281298" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 274px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pEebje1gtBg/ST58hBPJN1I/AAAAAAAAABI/4uiO7lKmy8w/s320/cell-phone-booth.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;...probably wouldn't want to have to live without them.  Cell phones that is!!  I was talking to a friend of mine yesterday and we were talking about the very first cellular phones.  Remember, huge and had to sit in the front seat of your car and practically needed their own seat with a seat belt they were so big.  And it was RARE that anyone even had one.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Now...everyone has one!  In fact, I know hardly anyone that DOESN'T have one (Ken!!).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;But now I feel that there should be classes given to carry one.  Just like you need a drivers license, I think that we should have to have a cell phone license!  You would have to take classes and pass a test and if you are found (or heard) violating the LAWS you would be ticketed and after three offenses, your cell phone is confiscated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Actually, these LAWS are really just common sense and merely downright courtesy issues...but somehow people have taken leave of their human courtesy senses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;So I have decided to list just a few things that I would like to see happen.  (If you think of more, PLEASE list them here for me!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;When in the presence of another person that you are friends with or related to....do not pick up the phone while in the middle of a conversation!  Unless of course, you say (at the very least!) excuse me while I check this will you please????  I am so annoyed and even feel dismissed when I am eating with someone, riding with someone, or just hanging out with them and they allow someone to butt in our conversation, outing or dinner and not only answer without saying something to me....but continue an entire conversation without thought that I am sitting with them and we had been having a conversation.  I want to get up and leave.  No lie.  I want to leave them there with their lengthy conversation and go.  But usually I am driving.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Conversations in public....with tons of other people listening.  I KNOW that this is talked about all of the time....so I won't pontificate.  We ALL know how annoying this is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Texting&lt;/span&gt;!!  People, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;texting&lt;/span&gt; counts as talking.  I know people that will just pull out their dinging phone to read a text and THEN &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;proceed &lt;/span&gt;to write back an answer.....while in the middle of another conversation with the HUMAN standing with them!!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;What is so damn important that a text or a phone call cannot wait until your appointment, lunch, shopping, riding or any of the other HUMAN contact time is over??????  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Please, reconsider your need for constant cell phone/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;texting&lt;/span&gt; usage when with other actual living breathing people.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I know I will.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt; Wendy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;PS  Probably the people that really NEED this little article will not be reading my blog!  :)  So I have an idea.  Email them my blog info.  Or write it on a piece of paper and hand it to them and ask them to read it....you know, telling them about this lunatic friend that you have that makes you smile during her rantings.  :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6229125274577707487-5824064473603600415?l=imjustsayinwithwendy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imjustsayinwithwendy.blogspot.com/feeds/5824064473603600415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6229125274577707487&amp;postID=5824064473603600415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6229125274577707487/posts/default/5824064473603600415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6229125274577707487/posts/default/5824064473603600415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imjustsayinwithwendy.blogspot.com/2008/12/love-emhate-em.html' title='`Love em...hate em....'/><author><name>Wendy Fleming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03404908576480489249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pEebje1gtBg/ST58hBPJN1I/AAAAAAAAABI/4uiO7lKmy8w/s72-c/cell-phone-booth.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6229125274577707487.post-6416991752434114752</id><published>2008-11-25T09:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T10:02:48.900-08:00</updated><title type='text'>An unlikely meeting....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pEebje1gtBg/SSw6r__0O5I/AAAAAAAAABA/xZoiTnBGvbA/s1600-h/large_flag_of_canada.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272653791331892114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 161px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pEebje1gtBg/SSw6r__0O5I/AAAAAAAAABA/xZoiTnBGvbA/s320/large_flag_of_canada.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It just goes to show...you never know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was traveling to Las Vegas last month - October 2008.  I was waiting for my flight at the Detroit Metro Airport.  Flying Spirit.  I occupied a seat in the terminal.  The woman next to me said that she was holding the seats for a couple but the seat I was in was free.  So I said that I would guard the seats for the missing couple.  :)  A few minutes later, the couple returned.  We struck up a conversation and had a great time.  Hit if off totally.  I gave them my card and said that they should contact me while in Vegas.  And they did.  They came to our condo (David hadn't arrived yet) and we promptly made plans to have dinner the night before they were leaving.  David and I were simply running out to Home Depot to get some other supplies that night as the wonderful contractors had been working on our garage for two days and they were going to finish the next day.  When we ran home to get ready to meet this couple for dinner...we were locked out of our house.  The garage door was malfunctioning.  We had to cancel dinner.  I was totally bummed.  It took us three hours to get into the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long story short.  This past weekend we drove to Ohio to see my brother on Saturday.  And on Sunday drove to Windsor....Canada...where Ken and Chris (the couple!) had invited us to their home for dinner!!  We had our dog (Sushi!), it was David's birthday (45) and we had the most amazing time.  Ken is a phenominal cook. Chris is the sweetest thing ever.  And we laughed, and ate, and laughed and talked, and ate, and laughed some more!!  It was as though the four of us had known each other for a lifetime.  And!!  They had this lemon cake lighter than air thingy from a local bakery....and it was sugar free!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They sent us home with the leftover food  (tenderloin no less!), gifts (Ken gave me a Wolfgang Puck electric pepper grinder...with a light no less....that I had been making over like a 10 year old kid!!)....some homemade spaghetti sauce that David must have arm wrestled Ken out of while making a trip to their freezer in the garage!...but the greatest thing that we left with?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New friends.  New "old" friends.  That I met in the airport. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is great.  It just goes to show...you never know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo Wendy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6229125274577707487-6416991752434114752?l=imjustsayinwithwendy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imjustsayinwithwendy.blogspot.com/feeds/6416991752434114752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6229125274577707487&amp;postID=6416991752434114752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6229125274577707487/posts/default/6416991752434114752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6229125274577707487/posts/default/6416991752434114752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imjustsayinwithwendy.blogspot.com/2008/11/unlikely-meeting.html' title='An unlikely meeting....'/><author><name>Wendy Fleming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03404908576480489249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pEebje1gtBg/SSw6r__0O5I/AAAAAAAAABA/xZoiTnBGvbA/s72-c/large_flag_of_canada.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6229125274577707487.post-7341088243203002150</id><published>2008-11-04T07:22:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T07:28:09.343-08:00</updated><title type='text'>...you'll be glad you did!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pEebje1gtBg/SRBpCDf26DI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Gf8_pNtTj1Y/s1600-h/vote.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264823448415692850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 149px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pEebje1gtBg/SRBpCDf26DI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Gf8_pNtTj1Y/s320/vote.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter who you decide to vote for.   Doesn't matter if your vote may cancel out mine.   So what if you are sick sick sick to death of the advertisements.  Whether you agree with my beliefs or not.  If it seems like a hassle to go stand in line to pull the lever.  Even if you are sick (like me).  If this is the ONLY exercise you get today....get out and exercise your right to vote.  You will feel better.  Even if you don't, I will.  Go.  Now.  Be proud that we have this right.  I know I am.  Goooooooooooooooooooooooo _________________, fill this in with either candidate of your choice.  Love always, Wendy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6229125274577707487-7341088243203002150?l=imjustsayinwithwendy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imjustsayinwithwendy.blogspot.com/feeds/7341088243203002150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6229125274577707487&amp;postID=7341088243203002150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6229125274577707487/posts/default/7341088243203002150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6229125274577707487/posts/default/7341088243203002150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imjustsayinwithwendy.blogspot.com/2008/11/youll-be-glad-you-did.html' title='...you&apos;ll be glad you did!'/><author><name>Wendy Fleming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03404908576480489249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pEebje1gtBg/SRBpCDf26DI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Gf8_pNtTj1Y/s72-c/vote.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6229125274577707487.post-2650252962201190005</id><published>2008-09-21T10:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T10:51:10.935-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing people....funny how that works!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pEebje1gtBg/SNaJQQS0OSI/AAAAAAAAAAs/8GjIxgQ0McM/s1600-h/missing-you.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248533328091691298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pEebje1gtBg/SNaJQQS0OSI/AAAAAAAAAAs/8GjIxgQ0McM/s320/missing-you.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Jane is in Italy. I couldn't be happier for her. And so very proud that she went on this trip. I cannot wait to hear all about it from her. I live an hour away from Jane, in the same state....for a few more months anyway. I see her every four to six weeks....if I am lucky. She has been gone for only about a week or so. I miss her more than you can imagine. Isn't that funny? Just knowing that she is so very far away somehow makes me miss her more. Don't you find that fascinating in your life as well? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I am moving to Las Vegas. And even though my husband and I will be coming back probably every two months or so (for work reasons) people are already saying they are missing me. I feel that I will be seeing everyone....maybe even more than we do now....but somehow the distance makes a difference. If only in our minds. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Perhaps the saying, "Distance makes the heart grow fonder" is true. And maybe it is for this very reason. When someone is far away from us....we think about them more...and long to be able to run right out and see or visit them.....but we usually don't. We take for granted that someone is just an hour or two...or a few minutes away....and so we don't reach out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Reach out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Have a great day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Ciao!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6229125274577707487-2650252962201190005?l=imjustsayinwithwendy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imjustsayinwithwendy.blogspot.com/feeds/2650252962201190005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6229125274577707487&amp;postID=2650252962201190005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6229125274577707487/posts/default/2650252962201190005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6229125274577707487/posts/default/2650252962201190005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imjustsayinwithwendy.blogspot.com/2008/09/missing-peoplefunny-how-that-works.html' title='Missing people....funny how that works!'/><author><name>Wendy Fleming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03404908576480489249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pEebje1gtBg/SNaJQQS0OSI/AAAAAAAAAAs/8GjIxgQ0McM/s72-c/missing-you.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6229125274577707487.post-8731230012839601157</id><published>2008-08-27T11:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T12:03:33.292-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Unforgettable</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pEebje1gtBg/SLWiWNfzTAI/AAAAAAAAAAk/z64e0UISqVY/s1600-h/disclaimer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239272243979308034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pEebje1gtBg/SLWiWNfzTAI/AAAAAAAAAAk/z64e0UISqVY/s400/disclaimer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After a few phone calls from some of you...and a couple of emails...I wanted to put a small disclaimer in regarding a couple of things.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First, my husband read the previous posting and pointed out to me, that although he loved it....it was NOT a brief posting.  I said that I would keep them brief, and I didn't.  I am sorry.  I will do better in the future.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Second, when I say that we are living in and with an empty house....we DO still have a few things.  We are not lying on the floor to sleep, or eating our meals off from the kitchen countertops.  We are taking our new dining room set to Vegas with us.  AND we have pre-sold our bedroom furniture to someone that knows that we will need it for a couple more months.  We kept a full-size bed for Alex to sleep on too.  He will get that when we leave.  AND, we spend lots of time at our desks in the office/basement and we each have a desk and a chair there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Third, if you have given us/me something that was homemade or made especially for us...we are taking it with us to Vegas.  Examples:  my beloved flamingo from Jerilyn, the antique green medicine cabinet from my brother Bob, the "Home Sweet Home" plaque from Alene and Bernie,  the TV tray set from my brother Bart,  the set of three oriental pictures that Jane made for me (they are so cool, she actually went and bought a newspaper from China and made three framed pictures...and although my colors in the new house are no longer red/black/jungle....I am still keeping them!), the gorgeous oriental piece of framed artwork from my good friend Carol in California, and a great glitzy girl hanger that my crazy  friend Karen bought for me a couple of years back (OH and the set of 4 Leopard Martini glasses from her as well)!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See, I am actually taking a bunch of my favorite pieces.  We figure that we will have the smallest amount of space needed on a moving van.  Less than 2000 pounds.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I actually love so many of these things and want them with me...to remember all of you....like I could ever forget you.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Unforgettable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xoxo Wendy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6229125274577707487-8731230012839601157?l=imjustsayinwithwendy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imjustsayinwithwendy.blogspot.com/feeds/8731230012839601157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6229125274577707487&amp;postID=8731230012839601157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6229125274577707487/posts/default/8731230012839601157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6229125274577707487/posts/default/8731230012839601157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imjustsayinwithwendy.blogspot.com/2008/08/unforgettable.html' title='Unforgettable'/><author><name>Wendy Fleming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03404908576480489249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pEebje1gtBg/SLWiWNfzTAI/AAAAAAAAAAk/z64e0UISqVY/s72-c/disclaimer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6229125274577707487.post-886001277250747597</id><published>2008-08-26T07:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T08:30:46.115-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jane, Sharon, Teri...oh my!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pEebje1gtBg/SLQakJgfluI/AAAAAAAAAAc/5tlnmxu4xuA/s1600-h/zen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238841474868549346" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pEebje1gtBg/SLQakJgfluI/AAAAAAAAAAc/5tlnmxu4xuA/s400/zen.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jane told me that people like to read shorter insertions in blogs.  People want to come to the site, read and digest.  Short installments. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I often listen to Jane.  Yesterday I took this into consideration while posting.  I have so much to say...yet wanted to keep it brief.  Decided that I would write more often, less text. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Jane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote yesterday that the signs have been given to me for a long time.  The signs of living with less....and loving it.  I want to tell you about some of these signs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Japan to sing for the first time when I was 29 years old.  I was going to be gone for several months.  I packed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;soooooo&lt;/span&gt; much stuff that it was overwhelming to me.  The amount of stuff that I wanted to take with me, that I thought I couldn't go without, was enormous.  I packed it and took it all anyway.  (The company that I was singing/working for was paying for it AND bringing so much on a plane was not as limited and charged for as it is now.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was living in Japan, the thing that brought me the most peace?  Was the amount of simplicity that I found.  Everywhere.  Peoples homes.  The people.  Temples.  Shrines.  Stores.  Restaurants.  Streets.  Cars.  All around me.  Simplicity.  I loved it.  Even their flower arrangements, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ichibana&lt;/span&gt;, were simple.  I felt so free.  I could breathe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward a few years.  I was working in Grand Rapids for a short time showing model homes to potential clients who would want to build these homes.  I worked all day long in this big, beautiful spec home.  It was gorgeous.  I loved going to work each day.  What I loved the most?  The peace that came from a home, though somewhat fake surroundings as no one actually lived in it, that was so uncluttered - maybe even &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;under-decorated&lt;/span&gt;, was loud.  How can peace be so loud I often &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;wondered&lt;/span&gt;?  But it was.  It was simple.  Uncluttered.  Quiet.  Easy.  I felt so free.  I could breathe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My good friend Sharon, whom I only met a few months ago.  (By the way, how can someone that you have only known for a short time feel so familiar and wonderful and truthful?  Seems to be happening to me quite often these days!)  When I first met Sharon, she told me how she often moves very simply.  Gives away most of her things and takes what she can pack in her car.  PACK IN HER CAR??!!??  I only imagined that her car was actually a bus, or a Mack truck...because I could see no other way that would ever be possible.  When I went with her out to her car as she was leaving....I nearly fainted.  Her car is small.  I asked if THIS was the packing tool she was talking about.  It was. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went into the house, sat down on the couch and tried to imagine how that must feel.  To be able to pack everything into your car and move to a new place.  Across country.  And be happy.  While sitting on that couch, feeling those feelings, I felt so free.  I could breathe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have a rental house next door to our own.  There were some new neighbors that moved in last year.  They had a little boy, Austin, that David and I fell in love with.  We often wished that his parents could only realize how very special he was.  He just seemed to be in their way.  David and I often had conversations with him out in our driveway.  He was 9.  They moved into the rental house after a fire destroyed everything that they owned.  The mother was devastated.  She seemed very angry, bitter and unhappy...most of the time.  The relationship between the parents was very strained, nothing to do with the fire I am certain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I heard that they had lost all in a fire, I felt very bad for them.  This was at a time last year when I could only live on the first floor of our home for over 5 months due to "the foot thing".  While lying on the bed in our den, I began to think how I would actually love it if all of my stuff burned.  Taken by a fire.  That the things that I loved and the dog and all of us, I could retrieve...and that the rest would go.  Wow.  What the hell was that?  But it made me start to think that I wanted to let go of anything that was holding us down.  Weighing us down.  Keeping us from flying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Austin said it best.  "I just wish that my Mom and Dad would get it.  That it was just stuff.  We are all &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;.  I can get other toys.  And they can get other stuff.  I just wish that they would get happy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love that kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to breathe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we made some decisions.  David and I decided that we were going to live differently.  We are evaluating ALL aspects of our lives.  Stuff.  Love.  Partnership.  Goals.  Prayer.  Forgiveness.  Where we live.  Money.  Did I say stuff????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend Teri wrote to me yesterday that 7 years ago, they also had a house fire.  Took nearly everything that they had.  She simply wrote:  "You are right Wendy, it is all just stuff".  The thing about Teri is, I have known her for a couple of years now...this is the first I have heard of this seeming tragedy.  Great &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;hmmmm&lt;/span&gt;?  She is so busy being positive and loving and living life, she failed to mention that before.  I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now, my friends, my house is nearly empty....my heart is full...and I feel so free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can breathe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6229125274577707487-886001277250747597?l=imjustsayinwithwendy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imjustsayinwithwendy.blogspot.com/feeds/886001277250747597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6229125274577707487&amp;postID=886001277250747597' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6229125274577707487/posts/default/886001277250747597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6229125274577707487/posts/default/886001277250747597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imjustsayinwithwendy.blogspot.com/2008/08/jane-sharon-terioh-my.html' title='Jane, Sharon, Teri...oh my!'/><author><name>Wendy Fleming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03404908576480489249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pEebje1gtBg/SLQakJgfluI/AAAAAAAAAAc/5tlnmxu4xuA/s72-c/zen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6229125274577707487.post-5405990009266994706</id><published>2008-08-25T06:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T07:08:37.859-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Running on empty....feeling so full....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pEebje1gtBg/SLK8ykzNVeI/AAAAAAAAAAU/0tuMr25P3ZI/s1600-h/empty+room.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238456893643249122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pEebje1gtBg/SLK8ykzNVeI/AAAAAAAAAAU/0tuMr25P3ZI/s320/empty+room.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;My house is empty....my heart is full! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should have known or at least suspected this a looooong time ago. There were signs all along the way. The words just had to get loud enough for me to finally move out of my own way....and follow. Get out from all of the stuff. ALL of the stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are moving. Making the move that I have wanted to make for MANY years. To move to a warmer climate. We are moving to Las Vegas, Nevada. Yes folks. That is right....Sin City. But for us it is not so sinful...mainly SUNful. Not gamblers or drinkers or partiers, we love the sun, the mountains, the air....but for the most part...no snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I began selling all of our things in Michigan. Slowly at first. My clothes, shoes, purses, accessories. Over 300 pieces walked out of this house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the purge was on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We began slowly selling our furniture. We didn't really need an entire formal living room of furniture...so we sold it. Wow. Such freedom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then had an Estate Sale. Sold more than I could have ever imagined. Along the way we have given to friends and neighors, donated, consigned, Craigslist, Ebay, my entire email list of people...and then to the general public. People continued to ask....don't you have a pull or a tug or a sadness?? I have to honestly say....not one bit. In fact, I continue to look for things to rid myself of. I am having one last clothing/purse/accessory/shoe sale. Then we are done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I am finding is: the more I let go of "stuff"...the more I am filled with greater "stuff". Very spiritual. I have always been very organized, VERY organized, but suddenly I realized that it required a lot of time and more than that - energy- to continue to care for, store and keep track of all of that stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am suddenly free. I find myself just wanting to lay on my totally empty (well there is one lamp in the corner that is on a timer, and a floral arrangement that my mother had made on the mantle) living room floor. I see my beloved little Sushi (our 6 pound dog) laying every morning in the living room in the sun that comes in through the window. I wanted to do the same thing. So I am going to. I am going to lay in the sun, in my empty room, in my nearly empty house...and just be. Just be. Quiet. Contemplative. Grateful. Loved. Peaceful. Prayerful. Happy. Ommmmmmm......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My house is empty. My heart is full.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6229125274577707487-5405990009266994706?l=imjustsayinwithwendy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imjustsayinwithwendy.blogspot.com/feeds/5405990009266994706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6229125274577707487&amp;postID=5405990009266994706' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6229125274577707487/posts/default/5405990009266994706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6229125274577707487/posts/default/5405990009266994706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imjustsayinwithwendy.blogspot.com/2008/08/running-on-emptyfeeling-so-full.html' title='Running on empty....feeling so full....'/><author><name>Wendy Fleming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03404908576480489249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pEebje1gtBg/SLK8ykzNVeI/AAAAAAAAAAU/0tuMr25P3ZI/s72-c/empty+room.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6229125274577707487.post-2236997528157534193</id><published>2008-05-13T08:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T08:14:32.718-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Please.....leave a comment!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;I am just encouraging all of you to leave a comment here at this blog site.  Many of you have asked how to do this.  Simply go to the end of the post/article/rambling and click on the comment thingy that is underlined and it will direct you to the place to write something.  I welcome your comments and ideas.  Stay in touch with me....please.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;xoxo Wendy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6229125274577707487-2236997528157534193?l=imjustsayinwithwendy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imjustsayinwithwendy.blogspot.com/feeds/2236997528157534193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6229125274577707487&amp;postID=2236997528157534193' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6229125274577707487/posts/default/2236997528157534193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6229125274577707487/posts/default/2236997528157534193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imjustsayinwithwendy.blogspot.com/2008/05/pleaseleave-comment.html' title='Please.....leave a comment!'/><author><name>Wendy Fleming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03404908576480489249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6229125274577707487.post-4541158242144370749</id><published>2008-05-13T08:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T08:11:50.499-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My...how time flies!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;How does this happen? Time goes by so quickly. In the blink of an eye....it is already May! I haven't written anything here since March!! It is even the 13th of May. I cannot believe it. Ok, ok...I shall proceed. I apologize for the absence. I have so much to say and will write a few new things over the next few days. I just wanted to let all of you know that I am back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;The first thing that I wanted to say is this: If you know anyone in China, or don't know anyone in China....lets offer up a prayer, or energy, or light a candle, or chant something, or meditate on their behalf...whatever it is that keeps you in touch with the Creator. I know that this seems like such a faraway land, and that we are safe and sound here in the US...but for those of us that have traveled to Asia, and other foreign countries, we begin to realize that the world is a small place and that we have more alike with all of these people than we have differences. I am also offering up pleas for Myannmar....I am hoping that I have that spelling correct. Two great catastrophes so close together. My heart aches for these places and especially for the peoples. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;God bless you and your families as we ask God to bless all of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;xoxo Wendy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6229125274577707487-4541158242144370749?l=imjustsayinwithwendy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imjustsayinwithwendy.blogspot.com/feeds/4541158242144370749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6229125274577707487&amp;postID=4541158242144370749' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6229125274577707487/posts/default/4541158242144370749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6229125274577707487/posts/default/4541158242144370749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imjustsayinwithwendy.blogspot.com/2008/05/myhow-time-flies.html' title='My...how time flies!!'/><author><name>Wendy Fleming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03404908576480489249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6229125274577707487.post-2106697800914139366</id><published>2008-03-24T13:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T14:03:16.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogging????  Is that a new dance????</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Blogging?  Is that anything like "clogging"?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Wow....I am so glad that I started this blog...if for no other reason than to find out from so many of you that are e-mailing me asking..."What the heck is a blog exactly?" , that I am not the only one that didn't know anything about them~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I love that question....because I was pretty clueless about the entire thing myself.  Jane, my motivating factor here (Please read my first posting!) had &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;started a blog about - oh I don't know, maybe more than a year ago.  She told me about it and I didn't even go look at it right away (sorry Janie) because I didn't really know what the heck it was.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Now I am starting to get it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff00;"&gt;And now I am wondering...are there printed rules on etiquette somewhere on "The Art of the Courteous Blogger"???  Well I am telling you, I have searched and found nothing.  So of course, here on MY BLOG...I am going to tell you how I see it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff00;"&gt;First, I must ask this question????  Why the name BLOG?  It sounds dirty somehow.  Smog, flog, blob....these all come to mind whenever I say the word.  Seriously, please come to my blob!  This is how it sounds to me.  Soooooo....I am going to have to research where the goofy name came from.  It probably stands for something so technical and computery that I won't want to know anyhow.  Blog.  To me it is a gutteral word....and I don't like it.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff00;"&gt;But...welcome to my Blog anyhow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Whew that is out of the way.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff00;"&gt;So for those of you that have been asking what the heck this is...I have often thought of it as reading someone's personal diary.  Now THAT I like.  I have always been nosey....no I don't like that word EITHER.  Let  me rephrase that.  I have always been uber curious.  Now THAT I like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff00;"&gt;People write their personal feelings and opinions at a site where other people can come and read their stuff.  AND are able to make comments.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff00;"&gt;The only etiquette that I am aware of...ok not really aware of,  just my opinion....is that it would be wonderful if when you visit someone's blog that you hit the comment cue and jot something down.  Doesn't have to be profound or very long at all...just a "hey I was here....you are a goofball"...or "my word you are so profound!"...something like that.  This way bloggers know that their pages are being read and people are visiting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff00;"&gt;I am going to apologize to every persons blog site that I have ever visited, because I didn't really understand about leaving a comment.  For the longest time, I didn't even know that this was an option!  (Sorry Jane, Kate, Jeannie, Pam, Rick, Adam, Cheryl, ....the list goes on!).  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Also, on my page....I am going to have a vote that can be taken...so I would love it if you would visit at least once a week and take part in that vote.  That would be fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff00;"&gt;This blog for me is also going to be for my speaking/coaching business...with some articles and information on what I do and what I am up to.  So please feel free to ask any questions at all regarding those businesses.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff00;"&gt;The greatest thing about this...it is free...and YOU could start a blog of your own.  If you want some information, just ask me or click on the BLOGGER icon and start your own.  If you do, please be sure to tell me so that I can read your personal stuff and comment to you!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Keep reading.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff00;"&gt;xoxo Wendy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6229125274577707487-2106697800914139366?l=imjustsayinwithwendy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imjustsayinwithwendy.blogspot.com/feeds/2106697800914139366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6229125274577707487&amp;postID=2106697800914139366' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6229125274577707487/posts/default/2106697800914139366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6229125274577707487/posts/default/2106697800914139366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imjustsayinwithwendy.blogspot.com/2008/03/blogging-is-that-new-dance.html' title='Blogging????  Is that a new dance????'/><author><name>Wendy Fleming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03404908576480489249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6229125274577707487.post-8488784923668604461</id><published>2008-03-24T13:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T13:14:57.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Esther's True Age!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Shelley, Esther's daughter from Plano, Texas....wrote to me today saying (among other wonderful things) that Esther is actually 87!!  I had previously said 86, but she had a birthday this month.  So Happy Birthday dear Auntie Esther and thanks Shelley!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6229125274577707487-8488784923668604461?l=imjustsayinwithwendy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imjustsayinwithwendy.blogspot.com/feeds/8488784923668604461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6229125274577707487&amp;postID=8488784923668604461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6229125274577707487/posts/default/8488784923668604461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6229125274577707487/posts/default/8488784923668604461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imjustsayinwithwendy.blogspot.com/2008/03/esthers-true-age.html' title='Esther&apos;s True Age!'/><author><name>Wendy Fleming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03404908576480489249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6229125274577707487.post-5845147908245130020</id><published>2008-03-23T06:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T06:59:11.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Easter All!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I hope that all of you have a marvelous Easter Sunday! No matter what your belief, what your traditions may be, eggs and chocolate, church and prayer, kids or not, family or a warm and snuggly day with you...it is my hope that you have laughter, joy and most of all PEACE in your lives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Sooooo....do you hide eggs?  Do you eat ham?  Family with you?  Travel?  Just leave a comment or two about your traditions.  I love to hear this stuff. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;xoxo Wendy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6229125274577707487-5845147908245130020?l=imjustsayinwithwendy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imjustsayinwithwendy.blogspot.com/feeds/5845147908245130020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6229125274577707487&amp;postID=5845147908245130020' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6229125274577707487/posts/default/5845147908245130020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6229125274577707487/posts/default/5845147908245130020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imjustsayinwithwendy.blogspot.com/2008/03/happy-easter-all.html' title='Happy Easter All!'/><author><name>Wendy Fleming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03404908576480489249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6229125274577707487.post-7133717167469172779</id><published>2008-03-21T12:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T12:51:36.061-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter with Esther!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hello again.  Thanks for visiting.  The response to this has been great.  Just keep reading, and visiting and making comments.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Easter is this Sunday (KIM!!!).  :)  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I was on the phone with David's great aunt last night...Auntie Esther.  I love her.  She (and her daughter Laurie) welcomed me into his family with open arms...and for this I am grateful.  Auntie Esther just turned 86 last week.  She recently moved into an assisted living apartment from her condo in West Bloomfield.  She hasn't been feeling very well.  I pray that she gets better and better.   The reason that I wanted to write about her here is:  She loves me with a love that is endearing to me.  I know that I have many people that love me.  For that I am extremely grateful....but Esther loves me like I belong to her....like blood.  She isn't always sweet, she can be kind of cranky....but what is great is that I can say "Auntie you are being kind of cranky!".  And she listens.  We have spoken many times about family, and our different cultural upbringing, and about our lives.  I love talking with her.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I accompanied her to Florida last year....she was renting an apartment in Boca Raton and I went with her and stayed for about 10 days to get her settled.  We did pretty well, but had a "difference of opinion" one day.  I went in and lay right down on her bed and we talked it out.  She said she couldn't believe how I just don't seem to hold a grudge.  That was nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Several times, I would just go into her room in the evening or in the morning and lay down with her and she would stroke my hair or hold my hand or I would hold hers.  There is something about touching and being touched that is so very calming, isn't there?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Esther's husband, George, died about 4 years ago now.  And while I was lying there with her, I realized how it would be to not have someone in the house every day that touched you, or hugged you.  Now Laurie comes over several times a week, and she has a daily aide...but not someone that is there all of the time...like a mate would be.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I go to see Esther whenever I can.  This hasn't been often lately, not as often as I would like.  I was "down" for several months healing with that whole foot business.  And then she has had the flu and I cannot risk getting that right now.  But when I go to see her...there is something that I love to do....and that is to hold her hand, or give her a hug or just sit very near to her.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Not only for her.  But also for me.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;May you have hands to hold, people to hug and humans to lay next to.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Loving thoughts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;P.S.  The funniest thing about Easter with Esther?  My husband and his family are Jewish.  So there we will be....at Easter Brunch....at the retirement home...eating bagels and lox...and maybe some ham thrown in on the side...and loving each other totally.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6229125274577707487-7133717167469172779?l=imjustsayinwithwendy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imjustsayinwithwendy.blogspot.com/feeds/7133717167469172779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6229125274577707487&amp;postID=7133717167469172779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6229125274577707487/posts/default/7133717167469172779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6229125274577707487/posts/default/7133717167469172779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imjustsayinwithwendy.blogspot.com/2008/03/easter-with-esther.html' title='Easter with Esther!'/><author><name>Wendy Fleming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03404908576480489249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6229125274577707487.post-5350668269331089942</id><published>2008-03-20T15:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T15:52:10.861-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dragging me....kicking and screaming...into NOW!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Jane Jane Jane!  Here it is, my friend.  Finally.  You have worn me down.  Here is the blog that you have told me repeatedly to start. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend Jane has been in my life, and my heart, for more than 24 years.  We know this because it is her daughter Katie's 24th birthday next week.  I met Jane just before she was pregnant with that bundle.  We have remained the closest of friends, sharing many fits of laughter, traveling experiences, boyfriends/husbands (me), theater, music and just the best of times together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jane has a blog....please go to her blog...and when I figure out what the heck I am doing here, I will give you the hook-up for hers.  Jane has been on a mission for me to start one of my own.  She was here overnight last night, and this morning at breakfast I finally conceded (in my own mind at least) that I was going to start one.  I did not tell Jane this.  Yet.  Jane even named this for me.  I'M JUST SAYIN.  Which seems to be perfect for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So....if you love this (eventually) thank Jane.  If you don't...blame her.  There.  That being said....awaaaaaay we go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you Jane...like a sister.  Although I have never had a sister, wanted a sister or thought that I needed a sister....I do need you and love you and you are wanted beyond your wildest imagination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo Wendy   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6229125274577707487-5350668269331089942?l=imjustsayinwithwendy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imjustsayinwithwendy.blogspot.com/feeds/5350668269331089942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6229125274577707487&amp;postID=5350668269331089942' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6229125274577707487/posts/default/5350668269331089942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6229125274577707487/posts/default/5350668269331089942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imjustsayinwithwendy.blogspot.com/2008/03/dragging-mekicking-and-screaminginto.html' title='Dragging me....kicking and screaming...into NOW!'/><author><name>Wendy Fleming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03404908576480489249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry></feed>
