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I love it when people discover all that Nashville has to offer. I tend to take it very personally when tourists like or dislike my hometown. We don't have beaches (unless you count lake beaches, we don't have ski worthy mountains (although we do have more hills than you can count), we don't have a Nordstrom yet (can't wait until 2012), we don't have Pinkberry or Crate&amp;amp;Barrel but that's alright. What we do have is lots of music, beautiful places to walk, great restaurants and most importantly, some really nice people. I love it when "celebrities" visit us and we never see their picture in a gossip magazine. That tells me that they were able to enjoy their time here without a camera shoved in their face and with most of us hometown folks just letting them be. I was told by the clerk at Whole Foods several weeks ago that I had just missed seeing Gweneth Paltrow and her children who had been grocery shopping that Sunday afternoon. Come see us sometime.&lt;br /&gt;
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1. really good coffee&amp;nbsp; - check&lt;br /&gt;
2. hot chocolate - check&lt;br /&gt;
3. dark chocolate - double check&lt;br /&gt;
4. new music from Matt Morris and Lady Antebellum - check, check&lt;br /&gt;
5. popcorn - check&lt;br /&gt;
6. lots of books, magazines - a bunch of checks&lt;br /&gt;
7. whole grain goldfish crackers - ch-hold the phone&lt;br /&gt;
I have no whole grain goldfish crackers. This will involve a trip to grocery asap. I know it's a sick addiction but me and all the preschoolers have to keep them in business.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3121370823644236870-3907725266208617319?l=50isthenew30.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;I started my New Years with a run, my favorite coffee and some Wii Fit. Not bad for a 50 something if I do say so myself. I had not trained for the run so was pretty proud that I only walked part of 2 hills. I don't love running but I must say that it felt really good yesterday but it might have had something to do with the fact that it was cold outside and you really needed to be moving to get warm. I am not generally a resolution maker so am not making running a resolution but do plan to be active most every day. &lt;br /&gt;
On a side note I fell off the blogging wagon again. I do hope to do better in that category this year. Can you believe it is 2010? Hopefully this is a new beginning for a lot of people and will be a much better year for most. Happy New Year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3121370823644236870-5109019929141810808?l=50isthenew30.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;It is early days in November but so far I'm loving this month. October was so busy that it almost seems like a little reprieve before the holidays begin. Things I'm loving this month are leaves even though there will be raking involved. I love seeing them piled below a tree. I'm also loving Gingerbread Lattes, I had my first of the season today. Yesterday was the day that Carrie Underwood's new CD was available and it is so good. You've got to listen to Temporary Home, it's a tearjerker. I love this CD. Days like today are just blessings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3121370823644236870-219162996810518939?l=50isthenew30.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cnKGvA4TeAI/SuBMwk6XCGI/AAAAAAAAAMA/movuB-tpxyk/s200/913552_041_b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395396751015741538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fall is my favorite time of year. I love the weather, the leaves, the food, and the clothes. I spent the past few days changing out my wardrobe from summer to winter. Even with a stuffed to the gills closet (I do live in an older home with small closets) I am still thinking of new sweaters. After perusing the Anthropologie site I have attached a few that caught my eye. If money were no object my whole wardrobe would come from that store but unfortunately I have to wait until the items are deeply marked down. And what are new sweaters without new flats so here are a few unbelievably cute ones. Now I need to find the skirts and slacks that will go with my fantasy sweaters and shoes. What fall clothes are on your mind?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3121370823644236870-2053107969060472782?l=50isthenew30.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/zw9SQ5gtecu0P1blgOQmx3CuJMU/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/zw9SQ5gtecu0P1blgOQmx3CuJMU/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/50IsTheNew30/~4/LHIJDFarjg8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://50isthenew30.blogspot.com/feeds/3299461214147169355/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3121370823644236870&amp;postID=3299461214147169355" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3121370823644236870/posts/default/3299461214147169355?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3121370823644236870/posts/default/3299461214147169355?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/50IsTheNew30/~3/LHIJDFarjg8/innocence-lost.html" title="Innocence Lost" /><author><name>javajunkie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09948207307752085572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cnKGvA4TeAI/Sq_K0SPiudI/AAAAAAAAAL4/uVHzJNtZV2A/s72-c/galleylay_01.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://50isthenew30.blogspot.com/2009/09/innocence-lost.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkcHRHk7fip7ImA9WxNREkU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3121370823644236870.post-7069169874907420992</id><published>2009-09-06T17:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T17:40:35.706-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-09-06T17:40:35.706-07:00</app:edited><title>I'm Back</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cnKGvA4TeAI/SqRUdaJQcpI/AAAAAAAAALw/bLblujawMfQ/s1600-h/51Vu7KY4oWL._SS500_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cnKGvA4TeAI/SqRUdaJQcpI/AAAAAAAAALw/bLblujawMfQ/s200/51Vu7KY4oWL._SS500_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378516719198302866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe I have been gone so long. I have had a blogging block of sorts. I have had lots of things in my head that I want to write about but somehow just couldn't make myself push those keys to bring it to the blog. I have continued to read all my favorite blogs and marveled at how those delightful people managed to make it happen almost every day. I decided that part of block had to do with the fact that my blog does not exactly have a theme like crafting, baking, celebrity gossip...you get the picture. It is just a mishmash of a lot of things that just happen to be in my world. After some soul searching I decided that's pretty much me. I have a lot of interests so find it hard to really stick to one particular theme. If you could see my IPOD playlist you would see a very diverse group of music. I have to credit the recent book Blogging For Bliss for pushing me back to putting my thought out there.&lt;br /&gt;Here are some other inspirational blogs I visit frequently:&lt;br /&gt;www.aliciapaulson.com&lt;br /&gt;http://www.self.com/fooddiet/blogs/eatlikeme&lt;br /&gt;www.acottageindustry.typepad.com/&lt;br /&gt;www.blogdorfgoodman.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;lillyella.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway this is just a blog about me being 50 something and hoping that maybe any who read can relate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3121370823644236870-7069169874907420992?l=50isthenew30.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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That's why when I saw an article in the paper announcing an event where you could take some of your gently used clothing and swap for someone else's clothing, I hopped right on this opportunity. It was so well organized and just fun. I ended up with 4 great items (dress, top, sweater and purse) and cleaned out 4 items of mine that I just didn't wear for whatever reason(too small, not me). Before the swap began you were given 30 minutes to peruse the clothing but could only look. That gave you the chance to scope out sizes, styles,etc. Then everyone had to go to the front of the space where the event was held and wait until they gave the word to shop. I was fortunate and was kind of at the front of the pack so went directly to the items I had spotted. There was only one sweater that I had wanted that was already taken. The brainchild behind the event, Sunny, plans 3 more of these events throughout the year with one being dedicated to vintage clothing only.&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Don't you just love her event logo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't shop; swap clothes instead to save some bucks&lt;br /&gt;Share: Email Story Add to Any Digg Facebook Stumbleupon&lt;br /&gt;by Barbara Mathieson | February 7, 2009 at 05:23 am&lt;br /&gt;102 views | 20 Recommendations | 7 comments&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the beginning of the new year, Sunny Becks-Crumpton made a promise to her husband that she would not buy any new clothes for the entire 2009 calendar year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her "nothing new'' challenge was inspired by a piece in the news about such a pledge in London, and she decided to go for it in the name of saving money and going green.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, it doesn't sound so bad when you consider that even with a moratorium on shopping for new clothes, you could still frequent consignment and thrift shops to get your shopping fix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to make it even easier, she's holding what she calls an "eco-chic clothing swap,'' where interesting women (hopefully) bring a handful of the best clothes they no longer want and swap them for other people's good giveaways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It was a way to bring my goal to me,'' she said, laughing at the notion of creating her own personal "swapping instead of shopping'' event to make her "shopping used only'' mission a piece of cake. 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I have always thought that I had a pretty big vocabulary but I must confess that I had never heard of some of these words. Examples are adumbrate which means to very gently suggest and jejune which means dull or childish and sempiternal which means forever and ever. While I did think that a great many of the words were beautiful, I'm not feeling the other ones whether I had heard of them or not. I am not sure what it took to make this list of beautiful words but I know a few of my favorite words either because of what they represent or just the way they roll off the tongue. Here's some from my list:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aroma&lt;br /&gt;Ethereal&lt;br /&gt;Versailles&lt;br /&gt;Machiavellian&lt;br /&gt;grace&lt;br /&gt;hilarious&lt;br /&gt;diaphanous&lt;br /&gt;aromatic&lt;br /&gt;verve&lt;br /&gt;plethora&lt;br /&gt;holiday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I could go on and on because there are a lot of words out there.  Now here are the 100+ words that I referenced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 100 Most Beautiful Words in English&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the 100 most beautiful words in English. How do we know? Dr. Goodword (Dr. Robert Beard) has been defining words and writing poetry for 40 years. For five years he wrote the daily word sent our as the Word of the Day at yourDictionary and since 2004 he has been writing the Good Word at alphaDictionary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the years he has collected these words, with the help of the word colloquium at the alphaDictionary Alpha Agora. Now, here the most beautiful words in sounds and meaning are for you to enjoy. Stay tuned: in a month or two you will be able to download the entire list as defined and discussed by Dr. Goodword in the form of a Microsoft Word document or PDF file that you can print or view in an e-book viewer. Click the linked words for examples of the fully defined words.&lt;br /&gt;1  adroit  Dexterous, agile.&lt;br /&gt;2  adumbrate  To very gently suggest.&lt;br /&gt;3  aestivate  To summer, to spend the summer.&lt;br /&gt;4  ailurophile  A cat-lover.&lt;br /&gt;5  beatific  Befitting an angel or saint.&lt;br /&gt;6  beleaguer  To exhaust with attacks.&lt;br /&gt;7  blandiloquent  Beautiful and flattering.&lt;br /&gt;8  caliginous  Dark and misty.&lt;br /&gt;9  champagne  An effervescent wine.&lt;br /&gt;10  chatoyant  Like a cat's eye.&lt;br /&gt;11  chiaroscuro  The arrangement of dark and light elements in a picture.&lt;br /&gt;12  cockle  A heart-shaped bivalve or a garden flower.&lt;br /&gt;13  colporteur  A book peddlar.&lt;br /&gt;14  conflate  To blend together, to combine different things.&lt;br /&gt;15  cynosure  A focal point of admiration.&lt;br /&gt;16  desuetude  Disuse.&lt;br /&gt;17  diaphanous  Filmy.&lt;br /&gt;18  diffuse  Spread out, not focused or concentrated.&lt;br /&gt;19  dulcet  Sweet, sugary.&lt;br /&gt;20  ebullient  Bubbling with enthusiasm.&lt;br /&gt;21  effervescent  Bubbly.&lt;br /&gt;22  efflorescence  Flowering, the opening of buds or a bloom.&lt;br /&gt;23  elixir  A good potion.&lt;br /&gt;24  emollient  A softener.&lt;br /&gt;25  encomium  A spoken or written work in praise of someone.&lt;br /&gt;26  ephemeral  Short-lived.&lt;br /&gt;27  epicure  A person who enjoys fine living, especially food and drink.&lt;br /&gt;28  epiphany  A sudden revelation.&lt;br /&gt;29  erstwhile  At one time, for a time.&lt;br /&gt;30  eschew  To reject or avoid.&lt;br /&gt;31  esculent  Edible.&lt;br /&gt;32  esoteric  Understood only by a small group of specialists.&lt;br /&gt;33  ethereal  Gaseous, invisible but detectable.&lt;br /&gt;34  etiolate  White from no contact with light.&lt;br /&gt;35  evanescent  Vanishing quickly, lasting a very short time.&lt;br /&gt;36  exuberant  Enthusiastic, excited.&lt;br /&gt;37  felicitous  Pleasing.&lt;br /&gt;38  fescue  A variety of grass favored for pastures.&lt;br /&gt;39  foudroyant  Dazzling.&lt;br /&gt;40  fragile  Very, very delicate.&lt;br /&gt;41  fugacioius  Running, escaping.&lt;br /&gt;42  gambol  To skip or leap about joyfully.&lt;br /&gt;43  glamour  Beauty.&lt;br /&gt;44  gossamer  The finest piece of thread, a spider's silk.&lt;br /&gt;45  halcyon  Happy, sunny, care-free.&lt;br /&gt;46  hymeneal  Having to do with a wedding.&lt;br /&gt;47  imbricate  To overlap to form a regular pattern.&lt;br /&gt;48  imbroglio  An altercation or complicated situation.&lt;br /&gt;49  imbue  To infuse, instill.&lt;br /&gt;50  incipient  Beginning, in an early stage.&lt;br /&gt;51  ingenue  A naïve young woman.&lt;br /&gt;52  inglenook  The place beside the fireplace.&lt;br /&gt;53  inspissate  To thicken.&lt;br /&gt;54  inure  To jade.&lt;br /&gt;55  jejune  Dull; childish.&lt;br /&gt;56  lagniappe  A gift given to a customer for their patronage.&lt;br /&gt;57  lagoon  A small gulf or inlet in the sea.&lt;br /&gt;58  languor  Listlessness, inactivity.&lt;br /&gt;59  lassitude  Weariness, listlessness.&lt;br /&gt;60  laughter  The response to something funny.&lt;br /&gt;61  lilt  To move musically or lively, to have a lively sound.&lt;br /&gt;62  lithe  Slender and flexible.&lt;br /&gt;63  loquacious  Talkative.&lt;br /&gt;64  luxuriant  Thick, lavish.&lt;br /&gt;65  mellifluous  Sweet-sounding.&lt;br /&gt;66  missive  A message or letter.&lt;br /&gt;67  moiety  One of two equal parts, a half.&lt;br /&gt;68  mondegreen  A misanalyzed phrase.&lt;br /&gt;69  nebulous  Foggy.&lt;br /&gt;70  niveous  Snowy, snow-like.&lt;br /&gt;71  obsequious  Fawning, subservience.&lt;br /&gt;72  odalisque  A concubine in a harem.&lt;br /&gt;73  oeuvre  A work.&lt;br /&gt;74  offing  That part of the sea between the horizon and the offshore.&lt;br /&gt;75  onomatopoeia  The creation of words by imitating sound.&lt;br /&gt;76  paean  A formal expression of praise.&lt;br /&gt;77  palimpsest  A manuscript written over one or more earlier ones.&lt;br /&gt;78  panacea  A complete solution for all problems.&lt;br /&gt;79  panoply  A complete set.&lt;br /&gt;80  pastiche  A mixture of art work (art or music) from various sources.&lt;br /&gt;81  peccadillo  A peculiarity.&lt;br /&gt;82  pelagic  Related to the sea or ocean.&lt;br /&gt;83  penumbra  A half-shadow, the edge of a shadow.&lt;br /&gt;84  peregrination  Wandering, travels.&lt;br /&gt;85  petrichor  The smell of earth after a rain.&lt;br /&gt;86  plethora  A great excess, overabundance.&lt;br /&gt;87  porcelain  A fine white clay pottery.&lt;br /&gt;88  potamophilous  Loving rivers.&lt;br /&gt;89  propinquity  A nearness, similarity, or kinship.&lt;br /&gt;90  Pyrrhic  Victorious despite heavy losses.&lt;br /&gt;91  quintessential  The ultimate, the essence of the essence.&lt;br /&gt;92  redolent  Sweet-smelling.&lt;br /&gt;93  rhapsody  A beautiful musical piece.&lt;br /&gt;94  riparian  Having to do with the bank of a river or other body of water.&lt;br /&gt;95  ripple  A small, circular wave emanating from a central point.&lt;br /&gt;96  scintillate  To sparkle with brilliant light.&lt;br /&gt;97  sempiternal  Forever and ever.&lt;br /&gt;98  seraglio  Housing for a harem.&lt;br /&gt;99  serendipity  Finding something while looking for something else.&lt;br /&gt;100  surreptitious  Sneaky.&lt;br /&gt;BONUS WORDS&lt;br /&gt;101  sussurous  Producing a hushing sound, like flowing water.&lt;br /&gt;102  symbiosis  Interdependence of two different species.&lt;br /&gt;103  syzygy  The direct opposition of two heavenly bodies.&lt;br /&gt;104  talisman  A symbolic object believed to have magical powers.&lt;br /&gt;105  terpsichorean  Related to dance.&lt;br /&gt;106  tintinnabulation  Ringing.&lt;br /&gt;107  umbrageous  Shady.&lt;br /&gt;108  vestige  A small fragment.&lt;br /&gt;109  whisper  Speaking without vibrating the vocal folds.&lt;br /&gt;110  zyzzyva  A kind of beetle.&lt;br /&gt;For the 100 Funniest Words in English, click here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 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In this time of everyday bad news it is good to have some distractions that make me smile and this is one. I have been a fan no matter how the season has gone but it is definitely more fun to have a winning team.&lt;br /&gt;Second I kind of played hooky today from work and went to the movies. Okay I actually wasn't quite feeling up to par but probably could have toughed it out but decided that I needed a day. I did a little decorating which perked me up and then made my way to see Four Christmases since it had been #1 at the box office the past two weekends and I love both Reese Witherspoon and Vince Vaughn. I like the movie (didn't love it) but it was worth the matinee. I think I figured out part of the problem. There were a lot of funny things in the movie but it didn't have a laugh track and there were only two other people in the theater so you didn't really get the energy from other people.&lt;br /&gt;Third I spent part of the past weekend on a girlfriends getaway at a state park. We had a hoot talking, walking, eating and playing games. One of the funniest things was when one of the girls gave everyone one of these&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cnKGvA4TeAI/ST3KBft--rI/AAAAAAAAAKw/GOfmNGcH7QU/s1600-h/111551469_tp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 477px; height: 256px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cnKGvA4TeAI/ST3KBft--rI/AAAAAAAAAKw/GOfmNGcH7QU/s200/111551469_tp.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277596465391139506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; lips. We all had a great time having our pictures made&lt;br /&gt;while wearing these lips. Who knew something so simple could be such fun.&lt;br /&gt;Fourth I just had a birthday a week ago. I truly can't believe I am on into my 50's I truly don't feel any older than 35 (o.k. maybe 40).  I don't mind the birthdays except they are just a reminder that I better get busy because I have a lot left to do in this life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3121370823644236870-2661068734354929453?l=50isthenew30.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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