<?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-4370916934526755489</id><updated>2012-02-24T10:15:54.484-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Diva On The Run</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divaontherun.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4370916934526755489/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divaontherun.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>nelltoots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05573069317180091523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cl19miL8m_s/Tyh0oLKqP3I/AAAAAAAAACs/2OQ9ZXJQcg8/s220/me%2Bon%2Bwall.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4370916934526755489.post-2726502055423372354</id><published>2012-02-24T07:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-24T08:35:30.581-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Confessions of a Shoe Fetish...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lL0ZQLcWhok/T0cJfZrJtEI/AAAAAAAAADc/stsp-6iVbpU/s1600/christian-louboutin.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="119px" lda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lL0ZQLcWhok/T0cJfZrJtEI/AAAAAAAAADc/stsp-6iVbpU/s200/christian-louboutin.jpg" width="200px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;They say admitting it, is the first step.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;My name is Nellie and I LOVE shoes! There, I said it! Was that a surprise for you? Probably not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I have loved shoes as long as I can remember. Black,brown,white,sling-back,pump,boot,it just doesn't matter. The more, the merrier!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;So how many pairs of shoes do I have? I get asked that alot. I usually say, a few. You know, a few black, a few pumps, a few.... &lt;/div&gt;I haven't really counted exactly but let's just say it's a double digit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Now if your going to count sandals,the number changes. Sandals &amp;amp; shoes are two different things. Don't forget the flip flops &amp;amp; boots. Still in the double digits but a little higher...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;So how do you keep track? A label maker! Each box carefully labeled and stacked. Oh so pretty and organized! Makes it so simple when you're putting an outfit together. But the best organizer &amp;amp; my dream oraganizer is from the movie "Over board". Shoes in slots that with a turn of a handle bring the ones in the back to the front,to the side &amp;amp; turn like a lazy susan-just amazing! Of course, it would be push button now and no handle but truly a beautiful thing. My favourite part of the movie,a must see.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I could buy shoes everyday if it were posible.Yes,you only have one pair of feet but there is 365 days in a year( 366 this year,which means an extra pair )&amp;nbsp;and&amp;nbsp;I bet most people have more than 8 pairs of underwear for one butt. I LOVE shoes! Just LOVE shoes! And thre's so many colors for so many outfits...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;But, I don't always buy shoes for every outfit. I do like to get my money's worth but sometimes the shoes are a little out of my reach $$$$ wise. So you learn to suck it up.&lt;/div&gt;For example, the picture of &amp;nbsp;shoes at the top corner are one of my favs. They are Christian Louboutin but at a small fortune. So I'll just drool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My latest conquest is for a wedding. Totally stumbled upon them by fluke &amp;amp; fell head over heels(no pun intended). I hummed &amp;amp; hawed and after careful consideration, I rescued them. They will definitely make a statement as my dress is silver and my shoes are........fuschia! (check out the picture)&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NdvUqVX4ZDk/T0d6nc6GIyI/AAAAAAAAADk/1qSENR3WR_Y/s1600/New+Image.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="149px" lda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NdvUqVX4ZDk/T0d6nc6GIyI/AAAAAAAAADk/1qSENR3WR_Y/s200/New+Image.JPG" width="200px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE SHOES! I have a fetish, what's yours?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4370916934526755489-2726502055423372354?l=divaontherun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divaontherun.blogspot.com/feeds/2726502055423372354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://divaontherun.blogspot.com/2012/02/confessions-of-shoe-fetish.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4370916934526755489/posts/default/2726502055423372354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4370916934526755489/posts/default/2726502055423372354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divaontherun.blogspot.com/2012/02/confessions-of-shoe-fetish.html' title='Confessions of a Shoe Fetish...'/><author><name>nelltoots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05573069317180091523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cl19miL8m_s/Tyh0oLKqP3I/AAAAAAAAACs/2OQ9ZXJQcg8/s220/me%2Bon%2Bwall.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lL0ZQLcWhok/T0cJfZrJtEI/AAAAAAAAADc/stsp-6iVbpU/s72-c/christian-louboutin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4370916934526755489.post-8700786129848494269</id><published>2012-01-31T17:55:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-31T17:56:37.223-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pet Peeves: This may be a long list.....</title><content type='html'>We all have pet peeves. Some are big and some small. Some are of little importance but still a peeve.&lt;br /&gt;So I'm going to let you know one of my pet peeves that really annoys me: UNDERWEAR LINES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You laugh...But seriously, did you not look at yourself in the mirror before you left the house? Did no one else see what you were wearing? If I can see those pantylines,so can everyone else! Did you not realize that your outfit might be too tight? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I can make out that your wearing boy shorts or hipsters,then there is a serious problem. Geez, if I can see your thong, then you deserve a citation from the fashion police. It is NOT attractive! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no need for me to make out your lines whether they be underwear or your butt. And if you think that you look sexy in that pencil skirt but I can make out that you have a thong,think again! There are Spanks for every size &amp;amp; shape. Guys may look at your butt. Women will definitely look just to point out the obvious. Have you never heard that women dress for other women? It's a competition. Maybe your not in that race but honey that's no excuse!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps, I've been guilty of it myself sometime. But believe you me, I will check,re-check, change my outfit,change my underwear,go into another room with different lighting,re-check again if I have too! If there's a fashion police unit,I want to be on the squad,don't want a ticket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just remember,that sometimes less is not more. So the next time you put on that thong,make sure it's invisble to everybody's eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pet peeve #1 done. What's yours????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4370916934526755489-8700786129848494269?l=divaontherun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divaontherun.blogspot.com/feeds/8700786129848494269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://divaontherun.blogspot.com/2012/01/pet-peeves-this-may-be-long-list.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4370916934526755489/posts/default/8700786129848494269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4370916934526755489/posts/default/8700786129848494269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divaontherun.blogspot.com/2012/01/pet-peeves-this-may-be-long-list.html' title='Pet Peeves: This may be a long list.....'/><author><name>nelltoots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05573069317180091523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cl19miL8m_s/Tyh0oLKqP3I/AAAAAAAAACs/2OQ9ZXJQcg8/s220/me%2Bon%2Bwall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4370916934526755489.post-8891974238732209871</id><published>2011-12-31T21:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T21:27:57.289-05:00</updated><title type='text'>REVIEW</title><content type='html'>So here we are the last night of 2011. Wow,can't believe another year has gone by again. Where did it go?&lt;br /&gt;Let me see :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year at this time,I was finishing up my long over due vacation. A cruise. &lt;br /&gt;What else? &lt;br /&gt;Well,I didn't win the lottery,helps if you play,which&amp;nbsp;I don't. Basically, life went on as normal, as to be expected. Family,friends,work, some socializing.....life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People make all sort of new years resolutions for the new year and then they don't keep them. So no resolutions for me. I know what I would like to do and not. What I should do and perhaps will...LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tonight,it'll be hanging out at home and waiting to watch that ball drop in Times Square. Something I've been watching since I can remember. It's just another new year's eve,another night like all the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memories are made everyday,not just on certain nights. Enjoy your memories and treasure them every day,every year. Make every day end with a big bang not just every year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4370916934526755489-8891974238732209871?l=divaontherun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divaontherun.blogspot.com/feeds/8891974238732209871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://divaontherun.blogspot.com/2011/12/review.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4370916934526755489/posts/default/8891974238732209871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4370916934526755489/posts/default/8891974238732209871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divaontherun.blogspot.com/2011/12/review.html' title='REVIEW'/><author><name>nelltoots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05573069317180091523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cl19miL8m_s/Tyh0oLKqP3I/AAAAAAAAACs/2OQ9ZXJQcg8/s220/me%2Bon%2Bwall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4370916934526755489.post-6842528495583859505</id><published>2011-12-22T09:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-22T09:07:07.039-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It still is a wonder!</title><content type='html'>Can you name all the wonders of the world? Are there 7 or 11? Should they be "natural" wonders or just wonders? Which is your favorite? Like most people, I've only really seen one up close but have seen others thru pictures. Which one? Niagara Falls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the first time I saw it as a little child to every time I see it now, it just fascinates me! There's just some awe-inspiring magic to it! Maybe it's the power of the rushing water, the mist it creates that even touches the other side of the road??? I can't explain it, but it's like I see it for the first time,every time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People come from all over just to look at it. I can't even count the number of people I myself have brought to see it. The reaction is always the same,they are amazed! They take pictures &amp;amp; video,they gawk and stare, they even become speechless. It always brings a smile to my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to say that we do have the better view. Because no matter what angle, its mesmerizing. Expalins why we have so many visitors from the States,our side is truly better! Then of course, there is the Maid of the Mist. Something I would never do. Too close to the falls &amp;amp; on a boat &amp;amp; getting my hair,face wet, nope,not for me. But power to those of you who dare!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else is so intriguing? People that have risked their lives,some dying in the process because they went&amp;nbsp; over the falls in a barrel&amp;nbsp;Well, I think they're&amp;nbsp;nuts! But, I have had my picture taken a few times pretending I'm going over. Cheesy? Sure but it's the Niagara experience. So is the Arcade &amp;amp; the wax museums and all the souvenir shops. You've seen it all before but you see them over &amp;amp; over. Not to mention in the winter, you have the festival of lights. Sure, like me&amp;nbsp;you've&amp;nbsp; probably seen them so many times,all the Disney characters are all the same but every year I try and make it my mission to see it again. And if your lucky enough, you'll see all the different colored lights that shine on the falls even fire works!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of all, in the winter(not my favourite season), if it's cold enough, you'll see the light posts &amp;amp; trees near by&amp;nbsp;frozen with ice. It's just beautiful! The mist from the falls is so powerful that it freezes the trees &amp;amp; light posts across the street too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;It's one of my favourite things to do &amp;amp; see. Staying over-night or a weekend is always a fun trip for me. Not to mention you can cross the border &amp;amp; do a little shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you probably guessed it, I was there recently. And yes, it just amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.&lt;br /&gt;Next time you're&amp;nbsp;there&amp;nbsp;&amp;amp; want a really good stone oven baked pizza, go to Antica Pizzeria on Victoria Ave.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4370916934526755489-6842528495583859505?l=divaontherun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divaontherun.blogspot.com/feeds/6842528495583859505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://divaontherun.blogspot.com/2011/12/it-still-is-wonder.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4370916934526755489/posts/default/6842528495583859505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4370916934526755489/posts/default/6842528495583859505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divaontherun.blogspot.com/2011/12/it-still-is-wonder.html' title='It still is a wonder!'/><author><name>nelltoots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05573069317180091523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cl19miL8m_s/Tyh0oLKqP3I/AAAAAAAAACs/2OQ9ZXJQcg8/s220/me%2Bon%2Bwall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4370916934526755489.post-6197850628287674511</id><published>2011-12-11T00:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T00:33:53.853-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Murphy and The Little Things</title><content type='html'>We've all met him at some point&amp;nbsp;in our lives. He just pops in when you least expect it &amp;amp; POW,changes everything! No warning,no invitation,no flowers or bottle of wine,just unexpected surprise. Murphy's Law!&lt;br /&gt;Consideration? None. Unwanted? Definitely!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just when you thought it was all smooth sailing,when you just got over that unexpected hump,there he is to mess up your day,week, month. We know he's there and we see him in other people's lives and secretly&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;are glad&amp;nbsp;that it isn't happeninmg to us,hope he just skips us. But as luck or unluck would have it,we are not skipped. Whether it be a small incident or something just to ruin what seems like your whole life,Murphy has a way of just wrecking havoc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Example,you've just paid off your car and wouldn't you know it,someone hits you from behind. Sure things happen but with Murphy,if it can go wrong,it will! Don't underestimate him,he's good. He knows every trick in the book. He will make you mad,or cry,that's his power. It can be very depressing and you may feel like the world is picking on on you but&amp;nbsp; that's the Murphy way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can make it better? Chocolate? Alcohol? A long drive? Perhaps nothing. Sometimes we just have to deal with it as best as we can. We have to find a way to fix it, deal with it. Sure it may be stressful but unfortunately he's part of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the bright side,there is a glimmer of hope. Maybe it's the chocolate or wine, perhaps we need a good cry to help us deal with it. Sometimes it's the little things that bring a smile to your face even if it's just for a moment. One of my favorite things is going to the airport and watching the planes arrive and depart. Though I'd rather be on a plane and going somewhere,there's something about watching the airplanes land &amp;amp; take-off that just brings a&amp;nbsp; smile to my face, a sense of calm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether it's airplanes, alcohol or cute fluffy kittens, we have the power to smile and enjoy the moment. Murphy's not going away,but we can enjoy the little things...What's yours????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4370916934526755489-6197850628287674511?l=divaontherun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divaontherun.blogspot.com/feeds/6197850628287674511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://divaontherun.blogspot.com/2011/12/murphy-and-little-things.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4370916934526755489/posts/default/6197850628287674511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4370916934526755489/posts/default/6197850628287674511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divaontherun.blogspot.com/2011/12/murphy-and-little-things.html' title='Murphy and The Little Things'/><author><name>nelltoots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05573069317180091523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cl19miL8m_s/Tyh0oLKqP3I/AAAAAAAAACs/2OQ9ZXJQcg8/s220/me%2Bon%2Bwall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4370916934526755489.post-9197852849788164137</id><published>2011-11-24T10:21:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-24T10:21:31.793-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Unlisted</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;There’s that question that I personally hate, “How old are you?”&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;Why? Why do you need to know? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;Is it because you can’t figure it out and need confirmation or is it because you want to see if I really look my age?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;So what’s the big deal about telling you my age? Well, why do I have to?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;It keeps me more intriguing. Personally, I think that’s rather a personal question. Some things should just be kept a secret.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;They say you’re only as young as you feel. Well, some days I feel 25 &amp;amp; other days I feel about my age. But regardless, I truly believe that I am still too young to be the age I am. So is it that I’m young at heart? More like where the heck has the time gone?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;I’ve been asked if my kids are my siblings and of course that just puts a smile on my face. My children don’t think it’s amusing as I’m “old” in their eyes. Maybe that’s a little far fetched but is it? I was carded the other day. It’s been a long time but what a feeling! Maybe he was blind? No, he definitely could not tell my age.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;I have to say that I do have some good genes from my parents. They both have great skin and I’ve inherited that. Thank goodness! Which is why my age may be hard to read. I have though, forbidden my parents to stop calling me their oldest daughter when they talk about me. Why not just talk about me using my name or say my firstborn? Don’t you think if you know me and my family, you’d know that already? I’ve also forbidden my parents to stop telling people my age. I told them to tell those busybodies to ask me and not them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;I have told people that “I just turned 55” (at that very moment of course, I’m 55). You should see the look on their faces. Priceless!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;Well, I supposedly have another birthday coming up in a few weeks. How old will I be?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;That’s hard to say. My number is unlisted ……&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4370916934526755489-9197852849788164137?l=divaontherun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divaontherun.blogspot.com/feeds/9197852849788164137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://divaontherun.blogspot.com/2011/11/unlisted.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4370916934526755489/posts/default/9197852849788164137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4370916934526755489/posts/default/9197852849788164137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divaontherun.blogspot.com/2011/11/unlisted.html' title='Unlisted'/><author><name>nelltoots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05573069317180091523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cl19miL8m_s/Tyh0oLKqP3I/AAAAAAAAACs/2OQ9ZXJQcg8/s220/me%2Bon%2Bwall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4370916934526755489.post-8425272727370016134</id><published>2011-11-16T10:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-16T14:00:27.039-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Times &amp; Good Friends</title><content type='html'>When was the last time you laughed so hard you cried? Was it a joke or a story someone told or was it reminiscing old times?&amp;nbsp; Whatever it was, it was probably with good friends.&lt;br /&gt;You know the kind, you've known them forever, their age doesn't matter and no matter how far they are or how little you see them, once you get together, it's like it was yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It had been awhile since we saw some particular friends.Actually missed their company. Didn't realize exactly how much fun we used to have until we got together the other day. So much time has passed. We've all gone in some sort of direction and time has passed us too quickly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what exactly was the reason? Who can remember? Does it even matter anymore whether it was good or bad? If it was just because? All&amp;nbsp; I can say is that it was a much deserved, long missed evening that lasted into the wee hours of the morning. Good ole' times! Seemed as if time stood still!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will make new friends along the road of life and you will lose some too. It's part of life. But you'll always have those that have a special place. The one's that have imprinted on your life for one reason or another. Keep them. They are rare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should you find that some friendships will never be the same, just remember the good times. Life changes. Perhaps down the road it'll change again. Perhaps you have to change it. Whatever happens, it's the memories that last forever. No matter what, there will be a day when out of the blue something will trigger a memory&amp;nbsp;and you'll smile, even perhaps giggle. You can't go back and you may not be able to go forward so enjoy the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember, you can't pick your family but you can pick your friends!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4370916934526755489-8425272727370016134?l=divaontherun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divaontherun.blogspot.com/feeds/8425272727370016134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://divaontherun.blogspot.com/2011/11/good-times-good-friends.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4370916934526755489/posts/default/8425272727370016134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4370916934526755489/posts/default/8425272727370016134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divaontherun.blogspot.com/2011/11/good-times-good-friends.html' title='Good Times &amp; Good Friends'/><author><name>nelltoots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05573069317180091523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cl19miL8m_s/Tyh0oLKqP3I/AAAAAAAAACs/2OQ9ZXJQcg8/s220/me%2Bon%2Bwall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4370916934526755489.post-1359520469676353603</id><published>2011-11-07T07:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T07:48:45.792-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bucket List</title><content type='html'>Everyone has a bucket list.Whether you write it down or think about it,everyone has one. It may be something simple,it may be a long lenghty list but we all have one.&lt;br /&gt;It does vary from person to person but in the end, the meaning is the same. We all want to do,see,feel,touch or try something before we die.&lt;br /&gt;Some just don't want to think about it because it is in reality a "before I die" list. But why wait till we're old and by then perhaps to late to do what's on your list? Why not start now?&lt;br /&gt;So what's on the average list anyway? Climb a mountain? Swim with sharks? Meet someone famous? &lt;br /&gt;My bucket list?? Well, I'd love to travel to Italy. I want to see Rome,Milan,Tuscany! I want to sit in front of the Trevi fountain &amp;amp; have my picture taken! Maybe try my hand at comedy.Although my kids don't think me funny,I've been told I am. Can you see me,as a&amp;nbsp;comedian?&amp;nbsp;I also want to meet a few actors/singers. Laugh all you want but you know you want to! Maybe you're not the&amp;nbsp;star struck type&amp;nbsp;but imagine meeting that one famous person...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Let me add, professional blogger to my bucket list. After all, the sugar daddy thing isn't working out so I might as well try this and perhaps become famous enough that it'll be cash worthy which will help me to travel and as I sit in front of the Trevi fountain having my picture taken,I can say DONE. Next...&lt;br /&gt;Whatever your bucket list, do it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4370916934526755489-1359520469676353603?l=divaontherun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divaontherun.blogspot.com/feeds/1359520469676353603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://divaontherun.blogspot.com/2011/11/bucket-list.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4370916934526755489/posts/default/1359520469676353603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4370916934526755489/posts/default/1359520469676353603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divaontherun.blogspot.com/2011/11/bucket-list.html' title='The Bucket List'/><author><name>nelltoots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05573069317180091523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cl19miL8m_s/Tyh0oLKqP3I/AAAAAAAAACs/2OQ9ZXJQcg8/s220/me%2Bon%2Bwall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4370916934526755489.post-7745785927331342075</id><published>2011-11-03T10:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T21:17:38.919-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wish you could</title><content type='html'>If only we could speak our mind every time. Sometimes keeping it bottled up inside &amp;amp; irritating the crap out of us just isn't worth the headache!&lt;br /&gt;True, sometimes it's better to stay quiet but at what cost? &lt;br /&gt;Is your co-worker,friend or family&amp;nbsp;irritating you? Could you possibly just tell them politely? Or would it have more effect if you could just flip and relieve some stress? &lt;br /&gt;There are days when just saying it like it is,is just a stress re-lever. Some people just need to be told so they can shut the hell up. I mean they just complain about everything,are just not happy and want a pity party.&amp;nbsp; Get over yourself! You are not the only one in this world that is either sick, constipated, hot or cold, tired or just annoyed for some stupid reason.&lt;br /&gt;Granted everyone needs to vent at one point or another but ALL THE TIME???!!&lt;br /&gt;Thank goodness there is always a few things that can make the day better: a piece or two of chocolate,a glass or bottle of wine,a little retail therapy or a good ear from someone that hasn't pissed you off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4370916934526755489-7745785927331342075?l=divaontherun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divaontherun.blogspot.com/feeds/7745785927331342075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://divaontherun.blogspot.com/2011/11/wish-you-could.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4370916934526755489/posts/default/7745785927331342075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4370916934526755489/posts/default/7745785927331342075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divaontherun.blogspot.com/2011/11/wish-you-could.html' title='Wish you could'/><author><name>nelltoots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05573069317180091523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cl19miL8m_s/Tyh0oLKqP3I/AAAAAAAAACs/2OQ9ZXJQcg8/s220/me%2Bon%2Bwall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
