<?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-7805982</id><updated>2011-04-21T11:29:45.797-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Simple Breakfast</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplebreakfast.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7805982/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplebreakfast.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>SimpleBreakfast</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>49</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7805982.post-115236460774296791</id><published>2006-07-08T06:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-08T06:16:47.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life goes on</title><content type='html'>Some days I wake up and wonder? "What the fuck?"  Can my life really have turned out this way? The only thing I knew for sure was tha I had someone who loved me.  That was 25 yrs ago.  I suffered through biting poverty and gave it everything I had.  now, 2 husbands and what seems like a lifetime later I am not even sure of that.  There is no one that loves me.  And it scares the crap out of me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7805982-115236460774296791?l=simplebreakfast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplebreakfast.blogspot.com/feeds/115236460774296791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7805982&amp;postID=115236460774296791' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7805982/posts/default/115236460774296791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7805982/posts/default/115236460774296791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplebreakfast.blogspot.com/2006/07/life-goes-on.html' title='Life goes on'/><author><name>SimpleBreakfast</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7805982.post-113304322274728920</id><published>2005-11-26T14:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-26T14:13:42.756-08:00</updated><title type='text'>wounds that don't heal</title><content type='html'>I am feeling better, but sometimes it takes every ounce of restraint I can muster not to call.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7805982-113304322274728920?l=simplebreakfast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplebreakfast.blogspot.com/feeds/113304322274728920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7805982&amp;postID=113304322274728920' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7805982/posts/default/113304322274728920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7805982/posts/default/113304322274728920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplebreakfast.blogspot.com/2005/11/wounds-that-dont-heal.html' title='wounds that don&apos;t heal'/><author><name>SimpleBreakfast</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7805982.post-113287869656333921</id><published>2005-11-24T14:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-24T16:31:36.776-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hello...is there anybody out there</title><content type='html'>just smile if you can hear me......&lt;br /&gt;Someone once told me "when will people learn that blogs are not meant to be a pesonal diary" &lt;br /&gt;That's when I stopped writing a pesonal view of life as I know it.  &lt;br /&gt;Today, the cycle has broken. There is somone out there who can relate to me, I feel it.  This thanksgiving was about the most bizarre ever.  Don't believe me? listen up.  I cooked a 12 lb turkey, french onion soup, salad, rolls, zuchinni, sweet potatoes, potatoes, homeade pumpkin and apple pie with NO ONE to share it with.  Do men appreciate a woman who can cook pie from scratch? Obviously not.  There will be more of this story to come, but I have had 3/4 a bottle of wine alone and that's all I can write right now. If your 42+ and a male, I'd love to talk.  There is so something I am missing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7805982-113287869656333921?l=simplebreakfast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplebreakfast.blogspot.com/feeds/113287869656333921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7805982&amp;postID=113287869656333921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7805982/posts/default/113287869656333921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7805982/posts/default/113287869656333921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplebreakfast.blogspot.com/2005/11/hellois-there-anybody-out-there.html' title='hello...is there anybody out there'/><author><name>SimpleBreakfast</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7805982.post-112786877038248515</id><published>2005-09-27T17:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-27T17:52:50.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a new life</title><content type='html'>Here I am now, 42, single and with a 4 year old no less.  My soon to be x (stbx) and I separated in March.  I feel bitter, at times disgusted with my life.  I have started smoking again after being smoke free for 10 years.  It doesn't look rosey.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7805982-112786877038248515?l=simplebreakfast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplebreakfast.blogspot.com/feeds/112786877038248515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7805982&amp;postID=112786877038248515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7805982/posts/default/112786877038248515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7805982/posts/default/112786877038248515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplebreakfast.blogspot.com/2005/09/new-life.html' title='a new life'/><author><name>SimpleBreakfast</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7805982.post-110928357983592594</id><published>2005-02-24T14:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-24T14:19:39.836-08:00</updated><title type='text'>phooey</title><content type='html'>So much for spring in the air, we have had 3 snowstorms in the last week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7805982-110928357983592594?l=simplebreakfast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplebreakfast.blogspot.com/feeds/110928357983592594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7805982&amp;postID=110928357983592594' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7805982/posts/default/110928357983592594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7805982/posts/default/110928357983592594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplebreakfast.blogspot.com/2005/02/phooey_24.html' title='phooey'/><author><name>SimpleBreakfast</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7805982.post-110928357858307957</id><published>2005-02-24T14:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-24T14:19:38.583-08:00</updated><title type='text'>phooey</title><content type='html'>So much for spring in the air, we have had 3 snowstorms in the last week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7805982-110928357858307957?l=simplebreakfast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplebreakfast.blogspot.com/feeds/110928357858307957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7805982&amp;postID=110928357858307957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7805982/posts/default/110928357858307957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7805982/posts/default/110928357858307957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplebreakfast.blogspot.com/2005/02/phooey.html' title='phooey'/><author><name>SimpleBreakfast</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7805982.post-110865358681837537</id><published>2005-02-17T07:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-17T07:19:46.820-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring is in the air</title><content type='html'>You can tell the weather change is going towards spring.  Maybe it's the days going longer, or just that smell when you walk out the door, time to get healthy, get outdoors.  Live well, love life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7805982-110865358681837537?l=simplebreakfast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplebreakfast.blogspot.com/feeds/110865358681837537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7805982&amp;postID=110865358681837537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7805982/posts/default/110865358681837537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7805982/posts/default/110865358681837537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplebreakfast.blogspot.com/2005/02/spring-is-in-air.html' title='Spring is in the air'/><author><name>SimpleBreakfast</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7805982.post-110851678581590912</id><published>2005-02-15T17:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-15T17:19:45.816-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Has it been 25 years?</title><content type='html'>Yup, graduated HS in 1981.  It's wierd, there are a few people I wouldn't mind chit chatting with but they never show up in classmates or site the like.  I google names too, but none the less, only people I can't remember or vaguely remember come up.  I wonder why that is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7805982-110851678581590912?l=simplebreakfast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplebreakfast.blogspot.com/feeds/110851678581590912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7805982&amp;postID=110851678581590912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7805982/posts/default/110851678581590912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7805982/posts/default/110851678581590912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplebreakfast.blogspot.com/2005/02/has-it-been-25-years.html' title='Has it been 25 years?'/><author><name>SimpleBreakfast</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7805982.post-110693864700813849</id><published>2005-01-28T10:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-28T10:57:27.010-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i can't wait till spring</title><content type='html'>snow...cold...yuck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7805982-110693864700813849?l=simplebreakfast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplebreakfast.blogspot.com/feeds/110693864700813849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7805982&amp;postID=110693864700813849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7805982/posts/default/110693864700813849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7805982/posts/default/110693864700813849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplebreakfast.blogspot.com/2005/01/i-cant-wait-till-spring.html' title='i can&apos;t wait till spring'/><author><name>SimpleBreakfast</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7805982.post-110652787918183680</id><published>2005-01-23T16:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-23T16:51:19.180-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ahhhhh  snow daze</title><content type='html'>heard we're getting snow&lt;br /&gt;gonna be 6" in at least&lt;br /&gt;could be as much as 36"&lt;br /&gt;I'll believe it when I see it&lt;br /&gt;got to get to the store, we need bread&lt;br /&gt;weather forcast says about an hour&lt;br /&gt;flakes fall like tiny feathers&lt;br /&gt;home&lt;br /&gt;whew&lt;br /&gt;wow look at it coming down&lt;br /&gt;white blanketing the yard&lt;br /&gt;everyone stops&lt;br /&gt;it's quiet&lt;br /&gt;turn on the porch light, still coming down&lt;br /&gt;it's getting lighter, let's go to sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7805982-110652787918183680?l=simplebreakfast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplebreakfast.blogspot.com/feeds/110652787918183680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7805982&amp;postID=110652787918183680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7805982/posts/default/110652787918183680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7805982/posts/default/110652787918183680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplebreakfast.blogspot.com/2005/01/ahhhhh-snow-daze.html' title='ahhhhh  snow daze'/><author><name>SimpleBreakfast</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7805982.post-110642417226030339</id><published>2005-01-22T11:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-22T12:02:52.260-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank You</title><content type='html'>to everyone who kept me going.  I feel much better and am getting on with things.  One thing I have learned is that I am not as unique as I once thought, and all you have to do is reach out and help will come from the stangest places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7805982-110642417226030339?l=simplebreakfast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplebreakfast.blogspot.com/feeds/110642417226030339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7805982&amp;postID=110642417226030339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7805982/posts/default/110642417226030339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7805982/posts/default/110642417226030339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplebreakfast.blogspot.com/2005/01/thank-you.html' title='Thank You'/><author><name>SimpleBreakfast</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7805982.post-110609962591593109</id><published>2005-01-18T17:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-18T17:53:45.916-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Work it baby</title><content type='html'>Yup, I'm gonna work at this.  We are still together and may not be forever.  So as long as it is good for me I will fight for this relationship.  If it is beyond me one day, then I am emotionally prepared to be on my own. So whatever happened to "happily ever after"? Only if we are honest in our daily lives with ourselves and the others who surround us then we are truly alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7805982-110609962591593109?l=simplebreakfast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplebreakfast.blogspot.com/feeds/110609962591593109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7805982&amp;postID=110609962591593109' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7805982/posts/default/110609962591593109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7805982/posts/default/110609962591593109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplebreakfast.blogspot.com/2005/01/work-it-baby.html' title='Work it baby'/><author><name>SimpleBreakfast</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7805982.post-110579401862513898</id><published>2005-01-15T04:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-15T05:00:18.626-08:00</updated><title type='text'>power from an empty finger</title><content type='html'>I fell asleep last night wondering when the last time a roll (in the hay)was so awful, and woke up wondering why someone else got jewerly for christmas and i got books.  At a moment of weakness when I heard my son awake down the hall I quick tossed my wedding rings into the back pocket of my jeans.  I have 2 rings I wear on my left index finger.  One ring is a band bought from K-mart the day we shared vows. The other ring is a diamond he bought off e-bay for 100.00(I know, I found a letter from the woman he bought it from).  Somehow it gives me strength of independance when I remove them.  By removing them my rush of emotion was stopped.  No tears, no fear, no regret. they are on my right hand now, along with the purple heart my two older children bought for me about 6 yrs ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7805982-110579401862513898?l=simplebreakfast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplebreakfast.blogspot.com/feeds/110579401862513898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7805982&amp;postID=110579401862513898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7805982/posts/default/110579401862513898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7805982/posts/default/110579401862513898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplebreakfast.blogspot.com/2005/01/power-from-empty-finger.html' title='power from an empty finger'/><author><name>SimpleBreakfast</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7805982.post-110571278097601492</id><published>2005-01-14T06:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-14T06:26:20.976-08:00</updated><title type='text'>calling off  the wolves</title><content type='html'>I don't know why but when I talk to him I feel some sense of it being ok.  I spent time and energy letting those i know what he was doing, how i was hurting and i was getting a lawyer.  Yes, inddeed i do still have an appointment for 1/27 that i am not cancelling just yet.Yesterday was spent telling everyone that i was indeed NOT going after the divorce. i am however looking into school. i am not stupid.  weather he wants to stay i may never know.  i really don't care much.  i took off my rings and could care less about anything.  why try, it just goes nowhere anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7805982-110571278097601492?l=simplebreakfast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplebreakfast.blogspot.com/feeds/110571278097601492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7805982&amp;postID=110571278097601492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7805982/posts/default/110571278097601492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7805982/posts/default/110571278097601492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplebreakfast.blogspot.com/2005/01/calling-off-wolves.html' title='calling off  the wolves'/><author><name>SimpleBreakfast</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7805982.post-110554154285996334</id><published>2005-01-12T06:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-12T06:52:22.860-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't know what to say</title><content type='html'>I am a very trusting person.  I never beleived it would happen in our relationship. If he does love me like he says, I could never forgive him.  That's the way I am.  If I am faithful I believe my partner should be too.  There is nothing left in this relationship, and though the pain is sometimes unbearable....I have to go on. My son needs me.  I wish i could be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7805982-110554154285996334?l=simplebreakfast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplebreakfast.blogspot.com/feeds/110554154285996334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7805982&amp;postID=110554154285996334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7805982/posts/default/110554154285996334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7805982/posts/default/110554154285996334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplebreakfast.blogspot.com/2005/01/i-dont-know-what-to-say.html' title='I don&apos;t know what to say'/><author><name>SimpleBreakfast</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7805982.post-110553969870911400</id><published>2005-01-12T06:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-12T06:21:38.710-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my worst nightmare realized</title><content type='html'>He told me today he loves someone else.  I guess I need a lawyer. I wish there was something to stop the PAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7805982-110553969870911400?l=simplebreakfast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplebreakfast.blogspot.com/feeds/110553969870911400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7805982&amp;postID=110553969870911400' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7805982/posts/default/110553969870911400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7805982/posts/default/110553969870911400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplebreakfast.blogspot.com/2005/01/my-worst-nightmare-realized.html' title='my worst nightmare realized'/><author><name>SimpleBreakfast</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7805982.post-110550638115552388</id><published>2005-01-11T21:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-11T21:06:21.156-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pain so deep i can hardly breathe</title><content type='html'>I sit in a haze&lt;br /&gt;remembering your kiss, a hug, somewhere in my dreams.&lt;br /&gt;This morning while I lay ..wondering ..&lt;br /&gt;This can't be happening.&lt;br /&gt;Love betrayed me, I heard it was painful.&lt;br /&gt;It never hurt this bad before, I can hardly breathe.&lt;br /&gt;Somehow I feel this must be my payback for being happy, feeling secure for seven years.&lt;br /&gt;How could I be so stupid.&lt;br /&gt;I think he'll say he's sorry, he doesn't.i think he'll surprise me, he doesn't.I think he'll bring me flowers, he doesn't.&lt;br /&gt;He says he loves me, he cares, but he is so determined to push me away away away.&lt;br /&gt;I've done it, turned into an old witch.&lt;br /&gt;Someone somewhere will love me and my son..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7805982-110550638115552388?l=simplebreakfast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplebreakfast.blogspot.com/feeds/110550638115552388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7805982&amp;postID=110550638115552388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7805982/posts/default/110550638115552388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7805982/posts/default/110550638115552388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplebreakfast.blogspot.com/2005/01/pain-so-deep-i-can-hardly-breathe.html' title='Pain so deep i can hardly breathe'/><author><name>SimpleBreakfast</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7805982.post-110549788822794163</id><published>2005-01-11T18:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-11T18:44:48.226-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>we could overcome this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7805982-110549788822794163?l=simplebreakfast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplebreakfast.blogspot.com/feeds/110549788822794163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7805982&amp;postID=110549788822794163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7805982/posts/default/110549788822794163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7805982/posts/default/110549788822794163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplebreakfast.blogspot.com/2005/01/we-could-overcome-this.html' title=''/><author><name>SimpleBreakfast</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7805982.post-110547877169039588</id><published>2005-01-11T13:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-11T13:26:11.690-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My thoughts seem to scatter, but I think it's about...forgiveness</title><content type='html'>Forgiveness? Oh Puuullleeese.  I am at the point now where I don'yt want him back anymore.  His bank statement came in from the bank account he had to open on his own, in his own name.  I was wrong to open it, but I did.  He bought 230 some dollars worth of jewerly for someone on 12/22, the day I was at my new doctors.  All I feel is dispise.  He bought me a book on barak obama.  sheesh.  pitiful.  He said he bought it for someone who i never heard of who got him some contract.  He said he did it that way because I would think there was an affair.  Silly me.  So while all I get  is shit, ice frozen shit, someone else is getting jewerly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a more positive note, my parents said they would pay for a good lawyer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My son has snowboots and it is snowing.  He is 4.   We will both be here tomorrow and I am looking foward to a snowman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is still shreds of wanting to believe him, if for no other reason than to believe maybe that I have not failed again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was married to my first husband for 15 yrs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7805982-110547877169039588?l=simplebreakfast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplebreakfast.blogspot.com/feeds/110547877169039588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7805982&amp;postID=110547877169039588' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7805982/posts/default/110547877169039588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7805982/posts/default/110547877169039588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplebreakfast.blogspot.com/2005/01/my-thoughts-seem-to-scatter-but-i.html' title='My thoughts seem to scatter, but I think it&apos;s about...forgiveness'/><author><name>SimpleBreakfast</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7805982.post-110540669085183502</id><published>2005-01-10T17:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-10T17:24:50.850-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time marches on</title><content type='html'>We are still living together.  He said he's not movingt out, but that doesn't mean we're not getting a divorce.  How do people live like this? I feel like a piece of sh*t.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7805982-110540669085183502?l=simplebreakfast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplebreakfast.blogspot.com/feeds/110540669085183502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7805982&amp;postID=110540669085183502' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7805982/posts/default/110540669085183502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7805982/posts/default/110540669085183502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplebreakfast.blogspot.com/2005/01/time-marches-on.html' title='Time marches on'/><author><name>SimpleBreakfast</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7805982.post-110533009657725382</id><published>2005-01-09T19:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-09T20:08:16.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day to day goings on</title><content type='html'>As I bring yet another weekend to a close, my thoughts are growing ever so diheartening.  I was happy today to finally get from him his emotional attachment to another woman. This is good in a way because it means that my instincts were correct. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every day there is more and more things that make me want to pack a suitcase and just go.  But it's not going to happen, because of my son.  He doesn't deserve the pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He says he is going to help me get my resume together, pay all the bills...bla bla bla. Sometimes I wonder if the pain of his emotional abuse is worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't show my state of total depression anymore, it gets used against me.  He can't concentrate at work, my daughter is frightened.  Hell, I m frightened.  This has GOT to be a bad marriage, because love can't  hurt like this, it just doesn't make sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This will be my second marriage that has ended, it at times can be unbearable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7805982-110533009657725382?l=simplebreakfast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplebreakfast.blogspot.com/feeds/110533009657725382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7805982&amp;postID=110533009657725382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7805982/posts/default/110533009657725382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7805982/posts/default/110533009657725382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplebreakfast.blogspot.com/2005/01/day-to-day-goings-on.html' title='Day to day goings on'/><author><name>SimpleBreakfast</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7805982.post-110501454316200541</id><published>2005-01-06T04:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-06T04:29:03.163-08:00</updated><title type='text'>what are my plans?</title><content type='html'>Well I called work today and said I was taking a "mental health" day.  Remember we're taking about learning this just a few days ago.I still have dishes from yesterday on the kitchen table and the tree is halfway down.  I played internet games and called my sister.  Had a glass of wine and looked up "the psycology of divorce" on google.  It really is amazing how relationships fall into cycles.  I did find one article from  Psycology Today  that gave information on a study of couples in bad marriages.  It said that after 5 years those who divorced were still unhappy as opposed to those who rode it out after 5 yrs considered themselves happy.  I emailed it to my husband.  I talked to my sister in Oregon and she can put me up for a bit till I get on my feet.  I went on Monster.com and applied for work in PA, NJ &amp; OR.  I actually woke up this AM and didn't cry. So, now i guess I tackle bills and housework.  It's a crappy snowy day here in PA an I won't be going out, to work or the doctors. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7805982-110501454316200541?l=simplebreakfast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplebreakfast.blogspot.com/feeds/110501454316200541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7805982&amp;postID=110501454316200541' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7805982/posts/default/110501454316200541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7805982/posts/default/110501454316200541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplebreakfast.blogspot.com/2005/01/what-are-my-plans.html' title='what are my plans?'/><author><name>SimpleBreakfast</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7805982.post-110489903389284946</id><published>2005-01-04T20:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-04T20:23:53.893-08:00</updated><title type='text'>nope, he's cold as ice....</title><content type='html'>...and sometimes i can't even be in the same room.  But Patricia called today and really lifted my spirits.  Tomorrow he's going bowling and not coming home.  Oh golly.  He goes out ALOT. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7805982-110489903389284946?l=simplebreakfast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplebreakfast.blogspot.com/feeds/110489903389284946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7805982&amp;postID=110489903389284946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7805982/posts/default/110489903389284946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7805982/posts/default/110489903389284946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplebreakfast.blogspot.com/2005/01/nope-hes-cold-as-ice.html' title='nope, he&apos;s cold as ice....'/><author><name>SimpleBreakfast</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7805982.post-110479004730607214</id><published>2005-01-03T14:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-03T14:07:27.306-08:00</updated><title type='text'>An Interesting thing happened New Years Eve</title><content type='html'>My husband told me he doesn't want to be married anymore.  I am crushed. I thought we had it. I don't think we do. I almost killed myself.  He saved me.  I begged for him not to go.  He is staying.  Now I count the days till there is a resolution.  I feel like my foundation has been ripped out from under my feet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There really is nothing . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to take down my tree, but it hurts.  Where will I be next Christmas?  In a prison still, that's how I feel here all alone. Our spirits are no longer united.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Divorce to me is one step short of death.  By the time I divorced my 1st husband, I hated him.  I love my husband so much.  Maybe that's why the hurt is so unbearable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7805982-110479004730607214?l=simplebreakfast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplebreakfast.blogspot.com/feeds/110479004730607214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7805982&amp;postID=110479004730607214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7805982/posts/default/110479004730607214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7805982/posts/default/110479004730607214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplebreakfast.blogspot.com/2005/01/interesting-thing-happened-new-years.html' title='An Interesting thing happened New Years Eve'/><author><name>SimpleBreakfast</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7805982.post-110411408111589460</id><published>2004-12-26T18:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-26T18:21:21.116-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas</title><content type='html'>Now being the day after christmas, I can settle down a bit. It was a good holiday and a few notably positive things took place.  A person to whom I hope to have a friendship with called to wish me merry.  I got to have more than one glass of wine.  My husband cleaned my car. I got some good books, a cappuchino maker and a wonderful wine corker.  Things to take note for next year....get your Chrismas cards out for Thanksgiving.  Make a christmas list in May.  Don't forget Sue and Fred Scalercio. Don't get Mom jewelrey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7805982-110411408111589460?l=simplebreakfast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplebreakfast.blogspot.com/feeds/110411408111589460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7805982&amp;postID=110411408111589460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7805982/posts/default/110411408111589460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7805982/posts/default/110411408111589460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplebreakfast.blogspot.com/2004/12/christmas.html' title='Christmas'/><author><name>SimpleBreakfast</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7805982.post-110350256354217880</id><published>2004-12-19T16:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-19T16:34:50.770-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost Christmas</title><content type='html'>Christmas is such a funny time of year.  Not ha ha funny, but wierd funny.  it brings so many emotions to the table.  I went to a Christmas concert today.  The voices were heavenly.  Heaven.  There were times when I was captured by the essence of faith. Like the first breath of fresh spring air, it fiils the soul. I remember as a child being so emotionally moved by the concept of a newborn king.  Pity adulthood seems to have tarnished the serene feeling of love and safety felt as a child.  Do I believe in God? Yes. Yes I do .  Sometimes wird&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7805982-110350256354217880?l=simplebreakfast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplebreakfast.blogspot.com/feeds/110350256354217880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7805982&amp;postID=110350256354217880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7805982/posts/default/110350256354217880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7805982/posts/default/110350256354217880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplebreakfast.blogspot.com/2004/12/almost-christmas.html' title='Almost Christmas'/><author><name>SimpleBreakfast</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7805982.post-110329727319250670</id><published>2004-12-17T07:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-17T07:27:53.193-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/49/2360/640/Picture%20062.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/49/2360/320/Picture%20062.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one of my fav places in the world!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7805982-110329727319250670?l=simplebreakfast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplebreakfast.blogspot.com/feeds/110329727319250670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7805982&amp;postID=110329727319250670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7805982/posts/default/110329727319250670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7805982/posts/default/110329727319250670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplebreakfast.blogspot.com/2004/12/one-of-my-fav-places-in-world.html' title=''/><author><name>SimpleBreakfast</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7805982.post-110329714086061604</id><published>2004-12-17T07:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-17T07:25:40.860-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Feeling fine this morning!!!!  WoooHooo!!!  My daughter came home last night for her holiday break.  I feel like a million today.  Hair is falling out but I got an appt. with a good doc next week.  I'm so excited!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7805982-110329714086061604?l=simplebreakfast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplebreakfast.blogspot.com/feeds/110329714086061604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7805982&amp;postID=110329714086061604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7805982/posts/default/110329714086061604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7805982/posts/default/110329714086061604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplebreakfast.blogspot.com/2004/12/feeling-fine-this-morning-wooohooo-my.html' title=''/><author><name>SimpleBreakfast</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7805982.post-110321386349806953</id><published>2004-12-16T08:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-16T08:17:43.496-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So now I'm at the "office".  I don't know why I love working for my parent's company, I know it's gonna get me anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7805982-110321386349806953?l=simplebreakfast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplebreakfast.blogspot.com/feeds/110321386349806953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7805982&amp;postID=110321386349806953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7805982/posts/default/110321386349806953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7805982/posts/default/110321386349806953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplebreakfast.blogspot.com/2004/12/so-now-im-at-office.html' title=''/><author><name>SimpleBreakfast</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7805982.post-110320323921380300</id><published>2004-12-16T05:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-16T05:20:39.213-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have to keep track og what's going on to get it off my chest.  Today is againa another lonely day.  I'm not sure why but I cry every day.  I should be happy but I feel like sh*t.My hiusband never came home last night AGAIN.  Though he did say he would be late , he was going out I hate him for going without me and I wish I had a life.  I know somewhere there is a way to be happy, yet I haven't found it. I'm weighing in at 142 and would like to be around 125.  I have decided to focus on my health as #1.  I already cried when I woke up, so today excluded I want to see how long I can go without crying.  My hair is still falling out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7805982-110320323921380300?l=simplebreakfast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplebreakfast.blogspot.com/feeds/110320323921380300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7805982&amp;postID=110320323921380300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7805982/posts/default/110320323921380300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7805982/posts/default/110320323921380300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplebreakfast.blogspot.com/2004/12/i-have-to-keep-track-og-whats-going-on.html' title=''/><author><name>SimpleBreakfast</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7805982.post-110269358599278738</id><published>2004-12-10T07:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-10T07:46:25.993-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My daughter is an amazing person.  She works hard, studies hard, has a full social life and needless to say I admire her immensly.  She has accomplished more in her short 20 yrs than  I have ever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7805982-110269358599278738?l=simplebreakfast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplebreakfast.blogspot.com/feeds/110269358599278738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7805982&amp;postID=110269358599278738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7805982/posts/default/110269358599278738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7805982/posts/default/110269358599278738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplebreakfast.blogspot.com/2004/12/my-daughter-is-amazing-person.html' title=''/><author><name>SimpleBreakfast</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7805982.post-110234020048445392</id><published>2004-12-06T05:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-06T05:36:40.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'>12-6  30 years ago....</title><content type='html'>Today is my husband's birthday.We had a get together last night  to celebrate.  Christmas is fast approaching and is on everyone's mind.  This time of year always winds up feeling surreal.  A friend of muine does 375 Christmas cards.  I'm not sure I even know that many people, let alone have their addresses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7805982-110234020048445392?l=simplebreakfast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplebreakfast.blogspot.com/feeds/110234020048445392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7805982&amp;postID=110234020048445392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7805982/posts/default/110234020048445392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7805982/posts/default/110234020048445392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplebreakfast.blogspot.com/2004/12/12-6-30-years-ago.html' title='12-6  30 years ago....'/><author><name>SimpleBreakfast</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7805982.post-110152286639914374</id><published>2004-11-26T18:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-26T18:34:26.400-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What about Thanksgiving.  I really have problems. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7805982-110152286639914374?l=simplebreakfast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplebreakfast.blogspot.com/feeds/110152286639914374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7805982&amp;postID=110152286639914374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7805982/posts/default/110152286639914374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7805982/posts/default/110152286639914374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplebreakfast.blogspot.com/2004/11/what-about-thanksgiving.html' title=''/><author><name>SimpleBreakfast</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7805982.post-110070204177032494</id><published>2004-11-17T06:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-17T06:34:01.770-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hair toady, bald tomorrow</title><content type='html'>Sigh. I finally went on the Alopecia Areata org site yesterday.  Certainly not what I expected.  Alot of happy bald people.  I guess it could be worse.  I could still be with my ex husband, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7805982-110070204177032494?l=simplebreakfast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplebreakfast.blogspot.com/feeds/110070204177032494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7805982&amp;postID=110070204177032494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7805982/posts/default/110070204177032494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7805982/posts/default/110070204177032494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplebreakfast.blogspot.com/2004/11/hair-toady-bald-tomorrow.html' title='Hair toady, bald tomorrow'/><author><name>SimpleBreakfast</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7805982.post-110063443203027516</id><published>2004-11-16T11:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-16T11:47:12.030-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I went to the dermotologist yesterday.  It went well. Sort of.  I have alopecia areata.  He gave me gel and a rinse.  When I pout it on today it burned. Good.  God, I hope it works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7805982-110063443203027516?l=simplebreakfast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplebreakfast.blogspot.com/feeds/110063443203027516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7805982&amp;postID=110063443203027516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7805982/posts/default/110063443203027516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7805982/posts/default/110063443203027516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplebreakfast.blogspot.com/2004/11/i-went-to-dermotologist-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>SimpleBreakfast</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7805982.post-110052947159414934</id><published>2004-11-15T06:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-15T06:37:51.593-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/49/2360/640/DSC03296.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/49/2360/320/DSC03296.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is me on the beach.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7805982-110052947159414934?l=simplebreakfast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplebreakfast.blogspot.com/feeds/110052947159414934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7805982&amp;postID=110052947159414934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7805982/posts/default/110052947159414934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7805982/posts/default/110052947159414934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplebreakfast.blogspot.com/2004/11/this-is-me-on-beach.html' title=''/><author><name>SimpleBreakfast</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7805982.post-110026617478092224</id><published>2004-11-12T05:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-12T05:29:34.780-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Things rare OK but pretty tense.  I freaked out screaming at my mom yesterday.  It's a long story.  I'm tired but ok.  Haven't talked much to my husband.  My daughter snapped something in her neck.  My older son is ok.  He's going to work with me for awhile.  The little guy has a small cough but is just the best, and I love him to pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7805982-110026617478092224?l=simplebreakfast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplebreakfast.blogspot.com/feeds/110026617478092224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7805982&amp;postID=110026617478092224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7805982/posts/default/110026617478092224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7805982/posts/default/110026617478092224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplebreakfast.blogspot.com/2004/11/things-rare-ok-but-pretty-tense.html' title=''/><author><name>SimpleBreakfast</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7805982.post-110018003698752571</id><published>2004-11-11T05:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-11T05:33:56.986-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feelin good</title><content type='html'>Guess moods swing alot for me.  I got to go to a discussion at my son's school yesterday.  His big brother babysat.  It was nice.  They brought their dog.  Love that dog.  We are going through some tough times financially now, husband swithcing jobs, verrry stressful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7805982-110018003698752571?l=simplebreakfast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplebreakfast.blogspot.com/feeds/110018003698752571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7805982&amp;postID=110018003698752571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7805982/posts/default/110018003698752571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7805982/posts/default/110018003698752571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplebreakfast.blogspot.com/2004/11/feelin-good.html' title='Feelin good'/><author><name>SimpleBreakfast</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7805982.post-110010080748310212</id><published>2004-11-10T07:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-10T07:33:27.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well , I found out last night that my husband had feeling for another woman.  Not surprising.  It's my second marriage and I can't seem to live happily ever after.  My hair is still coming out, and I am crying again.  But this is not the end of the world.  I am grateful to be alive. who hoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7805982-110010080748310212?l=simplebreakfast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplebreakfast.blogspot.com/feeds/110010080748310212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7805982&amp;postID=110010080748310212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7805982/posts/default/110010080748310212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7805982/posts/default/110010080748310212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplebreakfast.blogspot.com/2004/11/well-i-found-out-last-night-that-my.html' title=''/><author><name>SimpleBreakfast</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7805982.post-110000664687742342</id><published>2004-11-09T05:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-09T05:24:06.876-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleep</title><content type='html'>I slept about 10 hrs last night and I think it knocked out the depression.  Feel very good today.  Whew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7805982-110000664687742342?l=simplebreakfast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplebreakfast.blogspot.com/feeds/110000664687742342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7805982&amp;postID=110000664687742342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7805982/posts/default/110000664687742342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7805982/posts/default/110000664687742342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplebreakfast.blogspot.com/2004/11/sleep.html' title='Sleep'/><author><name>SimpleBreakfast</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7805982.post-109992076751036697</id><published>2004-11-08T05:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-08T05:32:47.510-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I woke up today with my eyes puffy.  It's been along time since I creid all night, it happened last night.. I scared myself. It's like the quote from that song by blind melon "I just want to keep my cheeks dry today."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ironic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because the thing that scares me most is being alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the song continues to say~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" I just want someone to say to me , I'll always be there when you wake"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ironic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lead singer commited suicide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When does it get to that point?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7805982-109992076751036697?l=simplebreakfast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplebreakfast.blogspot.com/feeds/109992076751036697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7805982&amp;postID=109992076751036697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7805982/posts/default/109992076751036697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7805982/posts/default/109992076751036697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplebreakfast.blogspot.com/2004/11/i-woke-up-today-with-my-eyes-puffy.html' title=''/><author><name>SimpleBreakfast</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7805982.post-109987223769898094</id><published>2004-11-07T15:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-07T16:03:57.696-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trying to adjust</title><content type='html'>My hair is falling out on a regular basis now.. I'm only 41.  I read so much on hypothyroidism it makes my head spin.  I want to do everything possible to get this turned around enough to have my hair grow back.  Right now I am thinking that maybe it will not.  I will have to het used to very thin hair, with grey.  No more coloring or blowdrying.  The hair is not the only thing.  It's like my body let me down.  Moan moan, can't even imagine how someone with Cancer feels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember reading someon's blog and they wanted to talk about their friends but couldn't because everyone knew their blog.  That's why mine is  secret, no one knows about it.  I wonder how many blogs will get left after people die and no one wouild ever know the person had written it.. I suppose once I talk about things more if someone was looking they could figure out who I was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so sick of people still talking about the election.  Let's get on with it, Bush is president.  And uh, let's not get carried away saying the whole country supported Bush.  It was a 48-51 victory, not 90-10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7805982-109987223769898094?l=simplebreakfast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplebreakfast.blogspot.com/feeds/109987223769898094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7805982&amp;postID=109987223769898094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7805982/posts/default/109987223769898094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7805982/posts/default/109987223769898094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplebreakfast.blogspot.com/2004/11/trying-to-adjust.html' title='Trying to adjust'/><author><name>SimpleBreakfast</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7805982.post-109970214157495473</id><published>2004-11-05T16:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-05T16:49:01.573-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>another Kerry supporter heartbroken.  I am so sorry he will not run again in 2008.  George Bush is an idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7805982-109970214157495473?l=simplebreakfast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplebreakfast.blogspot.com/feeds/109970214157495473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7805982&amp;postID=109970214157495473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7805982/posts/default/109970214157495473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7805982/posts/default/109970214157495473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplebreakfast.blogspot.com/2004/11/another-kerry-supporter-heartbroken.html' title=''/><author><name>SimpleBreakfast</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7805982.post-109787840141523194</id><published>2004-10-15T15:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-15T15:13:21.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My hair is falling out</title><content type='html'>About 3 months ago my hairdresser noticed that there were bald spots on the back of my head.  It's really changed me.. I want to log in my experiences step by step, maybe it will help others.  The first doctor visit was very uneventful.  We concluded that I must be unitentionally twirling my hair and he prescribed some hydrocortisone cream that i was to apply 2 times a day.  And return for a follow up 30 days later.  On the follow up it was noted that the hair was coming back in and all was right with the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then about another month later, it was a larger area. I guess it ain'&lt;br /&gt;t over till the....well, you get the idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did some research and found as many vitamins I could to help.  So it began again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back to the doctor and suggested that from my research it may be my thyroid.  So he did blood tests.  Sure enough.  He tested mhy TSH level.  A normal reading is between .3 and 5, mine was 40.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He informed me also that it was easily tratable and prescribed levothyroxine, a hormone replacement.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7805982-109787840141523194?l=simplebreakfast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplebreakfast.blogspot.com/feeds/109787840141523194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7805982&amp;postID=109787840141523194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7805982/posts/default/109787840141523194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7805982/posts/default/109787840141523194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplebreakfast.blogspot.com/2004/10/my-hair-is-falling-out.html' title='My hair is falling out'/><author><name>SimpleBreakfast</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7805982.post-109415172291004196</id><published>2004-09-02T11:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-02T12:02:02.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Taxes, Potty traing, and dieting goes no where quick</title><content type='html'>I found out this morning i may owe ALOT of taxes.  Bad.  Put on a few pounds, decided to "shrink" my stomach.  Bad mood.  My "too old to be pooping in his pants" son pooped twice in his underwear. Failure as a parent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we have the equation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B+BM+FaaP=arGC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arGC= a really Good Cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could this possibly be why my hair is coming out in clumps?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7805982-109415172291004196?l=simplebreakfast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplebreakfast.blogspot.com/feeds/109415172291004196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7805982&amp;postID=109415172291004196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7805982/posts/default/109415172291004196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7805982/posts/default/109415172291004196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplebreakfast.blogspot.com/2004/09/taxes-potty-traing-and-dieting-goes-no.html' title='Taxes, Potty traing, and dieting goes no where quick'/><author><name>SimpleBreakfast</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7805982.post-109408381638358768</id><published>2004-09-01T17:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-01T17:10:16.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sunny september days</title><content type='html'>Today was the perfect september weather....not a cloud in the sky.  Days like this always give me the chills.  September11, 2001 had weather like this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7805982-109408381638358768?l=simplebreakfast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplebreakfast.blogspot.com/feeds/109408381638358768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7805982&amp;postID=109408381638358768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7805982/posts/default/109408381638358768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7805982/posts/default/109408381638358768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplebreakfast.blogspot.com/2004/09/sunny-september-days.html' title='sunny september days'/><author><name>SimpleBreakfast</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7805982.post-109240671723872140</id><published>2004-08-13T06:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-13T08:59:36.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Laundry</title><content type='html'>An awful thing is getting yourself so fixed on what you will be doing and when, then POW something happens.  Laundry sucks but it has to be done.  So I do it. On Fridays.  My daughter needed the washer for her clothes for work.  She flipped out on me because being that it was Friday morning I had already begun my so dreaded laundry.  We worked it out.  It's getting done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7805982-109240671723872140?l=simplebreakfast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplebreakfast.blogspot.com/feeds/109240671723872140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7805982&amp;postID=109240671723872140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7805982/posts/default/109240671723872140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7805982/posts/default/109240671723872140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplebreakfast.blogspot.com/2004/08/laundry.html' title='Laundry'/><author><name>SimpleBreakfast</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7805982.post-109136780276979907</id><published>2004-08-01T06:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-01T06:43:22.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'>9-11</title><content type='html'>Remember the days following 9-11?  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7805982-109136780276979907?l=simplebreakfast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplebreakfast.blogspot.com/feeds/109136780276979907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7805982&amp;postID=109136780276979907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7805982/posts/default/109136780276979907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7805982/posts/default/109136780276979907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplebreakfast.blogspot.com/2004/08/9-11.html' title='9-11'/><author><name>SimpleBreakfast</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7805982.post-109123191403419327</id><published>2004-07-30T16:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-30T16:58:34.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Testing</title><content type='html'>I am going blank&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7805982-109123191403419327?l=simplebreakfast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplebreakfast.blogspot.com/feeds/109123191403419327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7805982&amp;postID=109123191403419327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7805982/posts/default/109123191403419327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7805982/posts/default/109123191403419327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplebreakfast.blogspot.com/2004/07/testing.html' title='Testing'/><author><name>SimpleBreakfast</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
