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People&amp;nbsp;say to me.."you should blog more"...the thing is, I can't blog about nothing...I have to feel inspired. Sometimes it's light and sometimes it heavy, and sometimes it's about love. Like this one.&lt;br /&gt;
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I just spent 3 days with my beautiful Mom, Gail Saker. She continually defies gravity and ageing, and is an absolute beauty for pushing 70. ( Sorry Mom about revealing your age you should be proud!) &lt;br /&gt;
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Mom, although lots will read this, this letter is for you, take it as an early Mother's Day Gift. You deserve it. I want to thank you first and foremost for always being there for me. As I write this I know your cute little self is sitting at your gate in Montreal ready to board to Nova Scotia. I can picture it, reading your book that you are way behind on for book club, and not even realising you can get free Wifi at the airport. Trust me, my technical "Un-savvyness" comes naturally lol!&lt;br /&gt;
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I know life has been a roller coaster with me sometimes, and you and Dad call me "the spice in our lives" but I know it hasn't been easy. You have had to shoulder some major disappointments in my life, but have always rallied with me when there have been victories. You have kept silent when all I wanted was an ear, you where firm when I needed (and still do) need necessary&amp;nbsp;advice and constructive discipline! &lt;br /&gt;
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The patience is what I am most thankful for. You are right I can be prickly when the going gets rough, I am tired (like always!) or god knows for&amp;nbsp;whatever reason!! So in fact it is true, when I introduce you to friends and strangers and I say "This is my Mom she is a nicer version of me" it's true.&lt;br /&gt;
I do wish I was more like you. You see joy in a lot of things, you&amp;nbsp;certainly are grateful and most of all loyal to many people. I know you fret and worry about me, especially in the car on Friday, when I finally broke down after the worlds worst week. All I can do is thank the Universe you were here. You put a gentle hand on my shoulder and said....just think of good things. &lt;br /&gt;
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After the massage we enjoyed today, I looked over at you so peaceful and lovely and very relaxed. You looked so sweet and innocent, which you are.&amp;nbsp; So now you go home and what are you going to do? Organise my wedding. Really your tireless support for me and your future son-in law is forever appreciated. &lt;br /&gt;
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Just know, that if I have been a brat or not seem appreciative for all you have done for me, know this...I worship you and so do many others. Happy Mother's Day. I Love you&lt;br /&gt;
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PS If you are reading this and you sadly have lost your Mom, write her a love letter anyway, she will know. &amp;nbsp;If you lost touch with your Mom or Step Mom,&amp;nbsp; maybe time to reach out and just say Hi........as I see my parents get older before my eyes, I realise how precious life is and so fleeting.&amp;nbsp; Don't waste it.&lt;br /&gt;
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Xo Donna</description><link>http://donnasaker.blogspot.com/2013/05/a-love-letter-to-my-mother.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Donna Saker)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KxLYxQ68wmM/UYa22cd6dUI/AAAAAAAAAP8/o7BSBF75Krk/s72-c/image.jpeg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4519415512104058417.post-6225427602718727593</guid><pubDate>Tue, 09 Apr 2013 00:58:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-04-08T19:47:13.142-07:00</atom:updated><title>Me Worried? Ya ...A Bit........</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
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Hello lovelies!!!&amp;nbsp; I'm back.......it's been a while....I know I am truly sorry......4 months ago I wrote my last blog.....Here's the thing......as much as I love to write......I get tired of talking about me.....god knows you have to listen all day....everyone needs a break from me...even I do!! LOL!&lt;br /&gt;
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It's been a challenging few months. My health has not been great. Yes I have been worried. Ask anyone around me I am the Queen of "What If".......and guess what nothing bad ever really happened when I worried about my health until recently. I have been burned out for awhile..I actually didn't realize it until my body decided to remind me....."You aren't handling this baby girl!" &lt;br /&gt;
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About 8 weeks ago I got this nasty bronchitis that a lot of us in Montreal came down&amp;nbsp; with...hard to shake right, and most of us were on antibiotics, inhalers, nasal spray blah blah blah.......if you have been sick or suffer from any kind of illness you know how it can chip away at your spirit and even your happiness. I have struggled to keep my spirits up, good days and not so good.....but I forged on.....started to feel better..started to get back to the gym and then started&amp;nbsp; to feel back on track...or so I thought........ Let me tell you, your body will give you all the signs it needs to to tell you that something is not right.......and something is not right.......the last ten days have been miserable for me.....major allergy reaction to something.......excruciating pain in my back......night sweats......heartburn......what the hell.........back to the Doctor.........you know when your Doctor walks into the room and takes a look at you and says.....Jesus......Donna what's going on......you worry.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; And I have worried.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Worse case scenarios......, well don't blame me...I am being tested for things that no one wants to be tested for.....&amp;nbsp; I still don't have results back yet and I don't know what the outcome will be....but I will tell you one thing I have done...after crying my eyes out and the pity party was over and why is this happening&amp;nbsp; bullshit.......I shifted my whole outlook on life.&lt;br /&gt;
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Let me tell you something and let me be very clear.&amp;nbsp; If you do not have your health, you have nothing.&amp;nbsp; In the last week I have prayed to whoever is listening to make sure I am healthy and okay. I get up in the morning and thank my stars I have the most beautiful man in my life. I am thankful for my delicious friends who are always there for me. I am thankful for my family and&amp;nbsp; adorable parents. I am thankful for my career although it takes more than it should out of me everyday. I thank you for always listening to my show, writing me wonderful notes.&lt;br /&gt;
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All the fights, jealousy, anger, hate mail (yes hate mail) stupid little things are such a waste in life.....I have wasted so much time on worry and what if.........Remember one cannot change the past, but one can ruin the present worrying over the future. So stop being angry, stop holding a grudge, be kind to yourself and others....don't waste another second.&lt;br /&gt;
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Whatever the outcome is of my health, I am embracing life in all its joy and what it has to offer.......my body is talking to me.....tapping me on the shoulder......so......I have to listen to my heart and I may have to make some big decisions but that's okay I am ready.......be peaceful and hope for a healthy happy long life...I hope that for you too....xoxox&lt;br /&gt;
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Changing the world begins &lt;br /&gt;
with the very personal process of changing yourself,&lt;br /&gt;
the only place you can begin is where you are, &lt;br /&gt;
and the only time you can begin is always now."&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;~ Gary Zukav ~&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
What a week. What a year. Lots of bad, bad things have happened, especially recently with those sweet innocent victims in&amp;nbsp; Newtown, CT.&amp;nbsp; Not to take anything away from those sweet kids....but awful things happen everyday around the world&amp;nbsp; to children and innocent people. It's hard to make sense of any of it really.&amp;nbsp; To be honest, I don't try to anymore, and I will tell you why. Even if we had the best reason why things happen would it make us feel better?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Probably not...even though we still need closure we still have to go through grieving process and finally some sort of acceptance.&lt;br /&gt;
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I recently started to meditate and it has started a major shift in who I am and how I act. We have all had our share of things happen in our lives that have broken us down, broken our hearts made us angry, insecure and confused. For the most part I feel like I have wasted a lot&amp;nbsp;of very good energy on negative thoughts. &lt;br /&gt;
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Here is an example. Divorce. Hurt and anger followed and then insecurity. All for what? The only thing that was driving that was my ego...and my ego wanted answers....was it me? Could have I done anything different...the answer is no and no.&amp;nbsp; The one thing that meditation has taught me is that the universe is as it should be right now and trust it. Even the bad stuff. Sounds crazy doesn't it? But it helps.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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Gary Zukav who I quoted above spent many hours on the Oprah show and I remember him trying to help a woman who had one of her twin boys die. ..........this to me is one of the most powerful moments in television&lt;br /&gt;
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That's right. Everyone is a soul whether you are here for one day or 5 years or 50 or a 100........we are all precious souls.....so this is why I have learned to forgive and send love...even to the meanest and most misguided people.....because at one point they were born a soul...and then life happened......who am I to judge how someone has chosen to live their lives good or bad, healthy or unwell....... good values&amp;nbsp; or bad.....so this means that anyone who has ever hurt me....lovers, friends&amp;nbsp; bosses......I have forgiven......and in turn sent them love and positive energy...even to the meanest baddest people who ripped me apart.....sending them good thoughts right now......and you know what my own soul is thanking me for it.......It has released so much negativity and sadness from my life. Who needs it.....as we where shown this week..(again) life is short.........why don't you try to&amp;nbsp; flow through life with as little pain as possible....its a choice ...plain and simple....trust that everything is going to be okay no matter what. I have spent too many years worrying about this and that and what if that happens!?? Enough.......Be sad and angry for a moment....put the bad stuff in a box and put&amp;nbsp; it away somewhere where you can access it if you need to but that its not at the forefront of your thoughts.......remember thoughts become things......make them good ones....&lt;br /&gt;
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So as we move into 2013.......try and be a little more peaceful, don't blame so much and be such&amp;nbsp;a victim........take your precious moments and make the best of this wonderful soul you have been given...I am.&lt;br /&gt;
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God Bless&amp;nbsp; xoxox</description><link>http://donnasaker.blogspot.com/2012/12/a-broken-heart-will-heal.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Donna Saker)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ccBMu9WN0Ks/UNIdxKPFQpI/AAAAAAAAAOY/aDOkr2Pjp2w/s72-c/teen_girl_walking_through_field_1778483.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4519415512104058417.post-3806639121094841309</guid><pubDate>Wed, 05 Dec 2012 19:43:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-12-05T16:01:08.703-08:00</atom:updated><title>What's your excuse??</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
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Interesting thought isn't it. C.S Lewis was and still is one of my favourite writers and poets. I will share&amp;nbsp;a quote&amp;nbsp;at the&amp;nbsp;end of this ( if you don't get bored lol)&amp;nbsp;of one of my favourite American poets...&amp;nbsp;it is so profound it shakes me in my stilettos.....OK boots who am I kidding.....my stilettos are far back in my closet....but they want to be worn.&amp;nbsp; So, Mr. C.S Lewis....... Another one of my favourite quotes came from&amp;nbsp;C.S. is when this Irish boy moved to England.&lt;br /&gt;
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"No Englishman will be able to understand my first impressions of England"&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;I love that quote so much from the book Surprised By Joy ( great title isn't it!? )&lt;br /&gt;
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This is what that quote means to me. Unless you have lived my exact life&amp;nbsp; and experienced every detail as me, you probably really wont know who I am or what I feel. And that's okay. We all have lived a happy, painful, sad, exciting, (I could add 100 adjectives here) life! You only truly know who you are. WE are not perfect as humans I have said that over and over again, but what you have to look at, is how do you really portray yourself to others.&lt;br /&gt;
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Do you feel a different way but act differently.&amp;nbsp; Do you act happy on the outside but really portray something on the inside? A lot of us probably do. There is about 20% of me that I don't like. Not one bit, in fact I loathe it. It has ruined a lot of&amp;nbsp;relationships and caused undue downright miserableness.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; This moment rears its ugly head more than I care to let it.&lt;br /&gt;
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You are probably thinking (or not) oh stop being so hard on yourself &amp;nbsp;Donna we all make mistakes. Sure. Fair Enough. Its the ones that we make over and over again.&amp;nbsp; And the fallout that remains.&lt;br /&gt;
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If you look back on your life you will find you have what I like to call "markers"&amp;nbsp; Defining moments, of pain, happiness, shock...big moments.......I bet if you think right now there is one that jumps into your head. I had one today. In fact I am still reeling from it.&amp;nbsp; Someone who I care about and respect told me my behaviour was ( at a certain moment) quote APPALLING.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="ital-inline"&gt;Pretty harsh isn't it? Too mean? Perhaps.&amp;nbsp;Big marker today. Listen carefully, it wasn't the bad behaviour that prompted the nasty description of me....it was my behavior afterwards.....the excuses, the blame.....That my friends &amp;nbsp;is&amp;nbsp;where we get defined as humans. I am convinced of it. We as people...make excuses all the time for poor behavior.....bad relationships, periods, health and hormones, tired, hungry, lost job, lost love...always an excuse. Now don't get me wrong, of course you are allowed to feel bad, when bad things happen, but are you taking it out on others...or blaming others for your crappy behaviour?......Stop it. Stop making excuses. I have run out of mine, and trust me I have tried them&amp;nbsp;all...and the story is getting boring especially to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="ital-inline"&gt;I am so tired of the sound of my voice and my rambling thoughts.&amp;nbsp; I really need to seek solace in the quiet.&amp;nbsp; I have no idea what is going to happen tomorrow and if the person I upset will forgive me and perhaps they won't I hope they do forgive me though, but it's okay if they don't.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;One thing is for sure, I forgive myself... But I&amp;nbsp;will move forward and onward&amp;nbsp;of no more excuses (and if I do have them they will be kept to myself ).&amp;nbsp; Now, are you ready to behave?? I really hope your life works out for you..you deserve&amp;nbsp; it and so do I. No excuses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Washington Irving( &lt;a class="sqb" href="http://thinkexist.com/birthday/april_3/"&gt;1783&lt;/a&gt;-&lt;a class="sqb" href="http://thinkexist.com/birthday/november_28/"&gt;1859&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;
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Ah...Joni Mitchell. No one can write songs like her. No one. This is is one of her all time greats. Also one of the best scenes in my favourite film...Love Actaully...remember this scene......&lt;br /&gt;
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I know its unbearable...clearly so is my videotaping&amp;nbsp;lol!! But this song came onto my Ipod today and it really resonated with me........ The lyrics really spoke to me, looked at Life from both Sides Now.&amp;nbsp; The last couple of months I decided it was time to start meditating. It has been quite the journey. Only 15 minutes a day. This is what I have learned so far. You must release things in your life that no longer serve you a purpose. If&amp;nbsp; it does not make you feel happy or fulfilled let it go.&amp;nbsp; Meditation also teaches us to forgive ourselves. It's okay to feel sad, angry. jealous, insecure remorseful...all those things that occupy our silly brains.....I have been getting really good at it lately and have been really tested with some situtions that I think a lot of people could have not handled well and I was proud of myself at how far I have come. But like every human. I slip up.&amp;nbsp; "Anxiety creates a false picture of the world, piling on things to be afraid of  that are in fact harmless. The mind adds fear. If the mind can undo the  perception of fear, the danger will vanish. " Thank you Mr. Chopra, sometimes easier said than done.&amp;nbsp; It's bad enough when the people you love get upset at you for mistepping or screwing up but then we are own worst enemy. Sometimes I feel like "the little engine that could"...I think I can I think I can.....but then I feel like when I don't have support or encouragenent, I feel like I can't get there. I don't always get the help I need, and that is when I must pick myself up and dust myself off and carry on. This is the best kind of growth actually..doing it on your own. &amp;nbsp;But here is the really big important step. If you forgive yourself you must forgive others. I know I am a handful sometimes.&amp;nbsp;I am passionate,&amp;nbsp;emotional sometimes erratic, but I do know this....I am loving, caring, honest, kind and very loyal. &amp;nbsp;And, I do not always get it right. I mess up, say stupid things, act like a child, sometimes can be hurtful...don't think I don't know&amp;nbsp;that...but Life is a journey and if you know someone who has got it perfectly right, please introduce me......if you have someone in your life who is patient with your foibles and not too judgmental, embrace them, we all need someone in our life who can put an arm around our waist and say "I know sometimes you can be a goof, but I got your back, I am not leaving you till you tell me to leave."&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;See that cutie pie on the left, that's me.&amp;nbsp; That's my Poppy, my Mom's Dad. Lovely man. HE in fact is the one who inspired me to get into radio. He was a great radio man himself.&amp;nbsp; I followed that dream, radio, and it has all come true for me. My career dream. Today however I realised and that another dream is not going to come true. &lt;br /&gt;
I was at a very close friends baby shower today, someone I adore in fact. This is is her first baby.&amp;nbsp;Actually pretty much all the women at the shower were Mommies. Not me. I was sitting there listening to all the stories about labour, breast feeding and the&amp;nbsp;best stroller to buy, trying to swallow the lump in my throat realising that within 24 hrs I was probably&amp;nbsp;going to be told that I was starting early menopause at 46. So as I revelled in the&amp;nbsp; excitement in this wonderful time in my friends life I couldn't help but be&amp;nbsp;reflective, and sad.&amp;nbsp; I realised it was not going to happen for me. I was not going to have a baby, and really not sure if will ever get a shot at even being a mother.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;That little girl on her Poppy's lap, envisioned growing up getting married and having babies. I guess the reason&amp;nbsp;why it so painful now, its not so much that its no longer a&amp;nbsp;personal choice, its now that I have no choice. That part of the&amp;nbsp;body is closing down. It never bothered me much until now. No choice. I won't know what it feels like to be with the man I love and decide to start a family.&amp;nbsp; I may at best, be a step mom to someone elses children,&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;maybe a friend or like a "fun aunt". So, I have to accept that. This is my journey, not a parent. I do&amp;nbsp;appreciate the comments of friends, who say adopt, be a foster parent, yes I get all that, this is more about me, my body, my heartache of letting that dream go.&lt;br /&gt;
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So I was reflecting today, sitting about 5 cars back&amp;nbsp;from a red light. A young homeless boy was walking between the cars, holding a sign.&amp;nbsp; Broke, Hungry and Lonely. Heart into my throat. No one was giving him money. As he approached my car with&amp;nbsp;sunken cheeks, hollow eyes, I noticed beneath the tattered clothes&amp;nbsp;was a staggeringly beautiful boy.&amp;nbsp;Maybe 18 if a day.&amp;nbsp;Sad brown eyes.&amp;nbsp;I beckoned him over to the car and gave him a toonie. He smiled and thanked me and carried on. I looked at him in my rear view mirror, and I wondered, what happened, where is his family, where did it go wrong, who is there for him. What were his dreams? School, success a family? His dream now, to find shelter, eat maybe? Probably more than anything an arm around him telling him it would be okay.&lt;br /&gt;
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As my car inched forward I found myself at the front of the line at the red light. The boy stopped at my car again asking for change, not realising I was part of a new line of cars. He leaned down, and realised it was me again, and said, "I am so sorry but thank you again for your kindness, you have been the only one today." I don't know what happened in that moment to me. Even though I had realised my "baby dream" was over I wanted him to hold onto something.I wanted to give him hope. Give him some sort of second chance.&amp;nbsp;I reached into my wallet, I had some extra money this week, what was I going to do with it? Shoes? A martini? Wasteful. So I handed the mystery boy a $100 bill. He looked at me, stunned at first, and said "why so much"?&amp;nbsp; I said, because you need someone to believe in you, so get somewhere warm, feed yourself and I want you to work on new dreams, will you do that for me"? He looked at me with those big brown eyes&amp;nbsp; filled with tears and said "Yes, I promise you and thank you for believing in&amp;nbsp;me"&amp;nbsp; For a fleeting moment, I felt like his Mother, I was there for him to guide him. Not all homeless kids are drug addicts or trouble, he wasn't, whatever his story is he couldn't go&amp;nbsp; back. I hope I helped him go forward. I hope he makes it.&lt;br /&gt;
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So even though I will never be a "Mommie" in a true literal sense, I know I am here to help somebody. I am not sure yet what my true calling is yet, but I do know this, if you have found that your dreams are broken, you are not alone, make some new ones and forge on. There will always be a part of me that mourns that I will never be called Mom, but I do hope one day someone feels like no matter what, I got their back.&lt;br /&gt;
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Goodbye. The hardest word in my vocabulary. I have had to say it more than I like recently. I wonder why it is so difficult for me. There is this underlying worry that I will not see them again. Sometimes you don't. &lt;br /&gt;
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I don't like being an open book on here. It's easier on my radio show, once I have said it its gone , but I write it down it's here forever.&lt;/div&gt;
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I really admire the Buddhists. “If you attach to (or desire) something that doesn’t last because it has no abiding substance/essence you’re going to get hurt. Ergo, Detatch! ”&lt;/div&gt;
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That's right Buddhists don't get attached to anything the only thing you own is yourself (and sometimes that is debatable)&lt;/div&gt;
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Yet I cannot detach, I get consumed with love and people.  Someone once said to me&lt;br /&gt;
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I believe that people come into your life for a reason and sometimes they leave to, for a short time, a long time, maybe forever..and you won't know until the end. So as I said goodbye recently, here is my open letter of gratitude and love, now that the dust has settled.&lt;/div&gt;
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You came into my life by chance. I was dealing with old ghosts yet you were not afraid although you yourself were healing.  You saw beneath the tough skin I portrayed angry, untrusting and without hope. You knew what was beneath it all. And you waited.&lt;/div&gt;
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I yelled, I jostled, I pushed, I pulled ......you stayed calm, you were patient, you taught, you disciplined, you retreated, you came back, you loved....me&lt;/div&gt;
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And now, you are onto new adventures, and have given me the tools that I need  to be the person I have always wanted to be.  Whatever happens from here you must know that I waited for you, so saying goodbye was extra hard .....because as you know.......you made everything better.....143&lt;/div&gt;
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My advice my friends, cherish every second you have with your loved ones, don't waste time on trivial stuff, be kind, forgive, be patient, laugh, love and enjoy every second with them, because one day they will we be gone, we all will.....and if you have to say goodbye, whether its temporary or for good.....be grateful you had them in your life.......&lt;/div&gt;
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It's that time again! Time for some free stuff to giveaway.&amp;nbsp; How about almost $400 of goodies from Aveda!!&lt;br /&gt;
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Yup, that's me. Never really thought it was. However when you get it told it enough times you have to somehow believe it. Now don't get me wrong I'm no Debbie Downer, but I tend to be a worry wart as my Mom calls it! As of recent it has got a wee bit worse. I'm sure a shrink would try and get deep into my head and try to figure out the "trigger" point (a favourite word of psychiatrists) hahah. I can't recall it.&lt;br /&gt;
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Insomnia&lt;br /&gt;
Tummy Ache,&lt;br /&gt;
Weight Loss&lt;br /&gt;
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Really. I mean was it really worth it?&amp;nbsp; Sometimes the worst case scenario has happened. Guess what, I managed and it didn't kill me (not yet) oops see there I go !! LOL I'm kidding, but you know what I mean. what are you afraid of Ms Saker....?? &amp;nbsp;Fear of losing something, someone, a job, gaining weight, aging.........can you really control an outcome...perhaps, but more so&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;you can&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;manage how you handle the end result. Just Be.&lt;br /&gt;
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The sweet man in my life is a straight shooter and is the one who recently has given me some tough words on my outlook on life. And frankly, I have to thank him.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Who really wants to be around a negative Nellie anyway? &amp;nbsp;God knows I don't!&lt;br /&gt;
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He says "&amp;nbsp;Don't go looking for bad things, they will find you" It's true. I mean there is some merit to telling the universe what you want. I want good things, happiness and unconditional love. &lt;br /&gt;
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I think as humans we tend to think about the worst case out of fear, the what "ifs", how will I handle it?? And worse case scenarios usually all the time deal with pain, which we all don't want and fear.&lt;br /&gt;
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So how about living your life with no fear. I'm exhausted, I don't want to be worried or fearful. Shit happens right. Deal with it. And when it doesn't, rejoice that it didn't.&lt;br /&gt;
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Also tired of sounding like a broken record, If you are going to talk the talk Donna&amp;nbsp; you better walk the walk.&lt;br /&gt;
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Donna xoxox</description><link>http://donnasaker.blogspot.com/2012/07/worst-case-scenario.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Donna Saker)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mG27qEWIDso/UBf6MVgDWtI/AAAAAAAAAKY/0-uSXVJvf-g/s72-c/anxiety.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>10</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4519415512104058417.post-6626356616308276757</guid><pubDate>Tue, 12 Jun 2012 15:26:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-06-12T08:26:36.557-07:00</atom:updated><title>Left? Right? Or a U-turn!??</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
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Ever made a giant life decision and it didn't turn out?&amp;nbsp; Maybe&amp;nbsp;it was about love, work, the kids?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;At the time you thought you made the right choice but looking back it was the wrong one. Or maybe it was the right one even though it didn't feel like it.&lt;br /&gt;
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Confusing isn't it? Being a grown up can sure be a lot of work. As a kid it seems like some of the toughest decisions were what ice cream to order from the ice cream man, or being dared by your friend to eat mud!&lt;br /&gt;
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Someone that I love dearly is in the process of making a major life decision. Even though I ultimately don't have to make the decision it will effect me greatly. The problem is there are pros and cons to the yes and no decision so it's hard to say what is best.&lt;br /&gt;
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My wise Mother said to me the other day, "sometimes it would be great to have a crystal ball for some decisions!" but we don't so here are some suggestions&lt;br /&gt;
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Looking at many articles on decision making over the last few weeks the experts seem to come up with these suggestions&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What outcomes are highly unlikely?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What are the likely outcomes of &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; choosing this one?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What would be the outcome of doing the exact opposite?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is the probable outcome of this choice?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
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Thinking in terms of long-term outcomes – and broadening your thinking to include negative outcomes – can help you find clarity and direction while facing your big decision.&lt;br /&gt;
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Ugggh. Still not easy.&lt;br /&gt;
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All I know is this. If you are happy right now in your life, content and at peace then you have made all the right decisions, even if you think you didn't.&lt;br /&gt;
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Going forward, use your head, but I believe that sometimes the heart is what really know what's best!&lt;br /&gt;
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Good Luck.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Donna xo&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&lt;/h3&gt;</description><link>http://donnasaker.blogspot.com/2012/06/left-right-or-u-turn.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Donna Saker)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZJmD1HuW_50/T9dfXJgpbwI/AAAAAAAAAKE/cQCSJ9bmVOw/s72-c/wright.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4519415512104058417.post-2256973429710763049</guid><pubDate>Wed, 23 May 2012 15:04:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-05-23T08:04:18.795-07:00</atom:updated><title>Be Happy......and this is how....</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
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I never thought I would bolt out of bed deliriously happy after reading&amp;nbsp;something I saw on Facebook, because frankly, I find FB incredibly invasive and it leaves me feeling vulnerable...and can seriously be damaging to relationships, platonic or not. This is why when I saw the title of this amazing article I really had hoped one of the items on the list was FACEBOOK. Alas, not this time. However, this is the best read. Ever.&amp;nbsp; So many hours droning onto girlfriends, therapists, and Mom when all I needed to do was read this list and follow it. Not half in. All In.&amp;nbsp; The article I am talking about is 15 Things you should give up to be Happy!&amp;nbsp; This is from the amazing website &lt;a href="http://www.purposefairy.com/"&gt;http://www.purposefairy.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Now I am not saying you have to do all of these on this list, but if you can smack away a good chunk of them, then my friend you are well on your way! Just be patient.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong id="internal-source-marker_0.5504051258321851"&gt;1. Give up your need to always be right&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;
&lt;strong id="internal-source-marker_0.5504051258321851"&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;There are so many of us who can’t stand the idea of being wrong – wanting to always be right – even at the risk of ending great relationships or causing a great deal of stress and pain, for us and for others. It’s just not worth it. Whenever you feel the ‘urgent’ need to jump into a fight over who is right and who is wrong, ask yourself this question:&lt;strong id="internal-source-marker_0.5504051258321851"&gt;&lt;em&gt; “Would I rather be right, or would I rather be kind?”&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;Wayne Dyer. What difference will that make? Is your ego really that big?&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong id="internal-source-marker_0.5504051258321851"&gt; 2. Give up your need for control&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;
&lt;strong id="internal-source-marker_0.5504051258321851"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Be willing to give up your need to always control everything that happens to you and around you – situations, events, people, etc. Whether they are loved ones, coworkers, or just strangers you meet on the street – just allow them to be. Allow everything and everyone to be just as they are and you will see how much better will that make you feel.&lt;strong id="internal-source-marker_0.5504051258321851"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong id="internal-source-marker_0.5504051258321851"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“By letting it go it all gets done. The world is won by those who let it go. But when you try and try. The world is beyond winning.”&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;Lao Tzu&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong id="internal-source-marker_0.5504051258321851"&gt;3. Give up on blame&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;
&lt;strong id="internal-source-marker_0.5504051258321851"&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;Give up on your need to blame others for what you have or don’t have, for what you feel or don’t feel. Stop giving your powers away and start taking responsibility for your life.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong id="internal-source-marker_0.5504051258321851"&gt;4. Give up your self-defeating self-talk&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;
&lt;strong id="internal-source-marker_0.5504051258321851"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Oh my. How many people are hurting themselves because of their negative, polluted and repetitive self-defeating mindset? Don’t believe everything that your mind is telling you – especially if it’s negative and self-defeating. You are better than that.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong id="internal-source-marker_0.5504051258321851"&gt;“The mind is a superb instrument if used rightly. Used wrongly, however, it becomes very destructive.” &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Eckhart Tolle&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong id="internal-source-marker_0.5504051258321851"&gt;5. Give up your limiting beliefs&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;
&lt;strong id="internal-source-marker_0.5504051258321851"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;about what you can or cannot do, about what is possible or impossible. From now on, you are no longer going to allow your limiting beliefs to keep you stuck in the wrong place. Spread your wings and fly!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong id="internal-source-marker_0.5504051258321851"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“A belief is not an idea held by the mind, it is an idea that holds the mind”&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;Elly Roselle&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong id="internal-source-marker_0.5504051258321851"&gt;6. Give up complaining&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;
&lt;strong id="internal-source-marker_0.5504051258321851"&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;Give up your constant need to complain about those many, many, maaany things – people, situations, events that make you unhappy, sad and depressed. Nobody can make you unhappy, no situation can make you sad or miserable unless you allow it to. It’s not the situation that triggers those feelings in you, but how you choose to look at it. Never underestimate the power of positive thinking.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong id="internal-source-marker_0.5504051258321851"&gt;7. Give up the luxury of criticism&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;
&lt;strong id="internal-source-marker_0.5504051258321851"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Give up your need to criticize things, events or people that are different than you. We are all different, yet we are all the same. We all want to be happy, we all want to love and be loved and we all want to be understood. We all want something, and something is wished by us all.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong id="internal-source-marker_0.5504051258321851"&gt;8. Give up your need to impress others&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;
&lt;strong id="internal-source-marker_0.5504051258321851"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Stop trying so hard to be something that you’re not just to make others like you. It doesn’t work this way. The moment you stop trying so hard to be something that you’re not, the moment you take off all your masks, the moment you accept and embrace the real you, you will find people will be drawn to you, effortlessly.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong id="internal-source-marker_0.5504051258321851"&gt;9. Give up your resistance to change&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;
&lt;strong id="internal-source-marker_0.5504051258321851"&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;Change is good. Change will help you move from A to B. Change will help you make improvements in your life and also the lives of those around you. Follow your bliss, embrace change – don’t resist it.&lt;strong id="internal-source-marker_0.5504051258321851"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Follow your bliss and the universe will open doors for you where there were only walls” &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Joseph Campbell&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong id="internal-source-marker_0.5504051258321851"&gt;10. Give up labels&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;
&lt;strong id="internal-source-marker_0.5504051258321851"&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;Stop labeling those things, people or events that you don’t understand as being weird or different and try opening your mind, little by little. Minds only work when open. &lt;strong id="internal-source-marker_0.5504051258321851"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“The highest form of ignorance is when you reject something you don’t know anything about.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Wayne Dyer&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong id="internal-source-marker_0.5504051258321851"&gt;11. Give up on your fears&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;
&lt;strong id="internal-source-marker_0.5504051258321851"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Fear is just an illusion, it doesn’t exist – you created it. It’s all in your mind. Correct the inside and the outside will fall into place.&lt;strong id="internal-source-marker_0.5504051258321851"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“The only thing we have to fear, is fear itself.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Franklin D. Roosevelt&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong id="internal-source-marker_0.5504051258321851"&gt;12. Give up your excuses&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;
&lt;strong id="internal-source-marker_0.5504051258321851"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Send them packing and tell them they’re fired. You no longer need them. A lot of times we limit ourselves because of the many excuses we use. Instead of growing and working on improving ourselves and our lives, we get stuck, lying to ourselves, using all kind of excuses – excuses that 99.9% of the time are not even real.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong id="internal-source-marker_0.5504051258321851"&gt;13. Give up the past&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;
&lt;strong id="internal-source-marker_0.5504051258321851"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I know, I know. It’s hard. Especially when the past looks so much better than the present and the future looks so frightening, but you have to take into consideration the fact that the present moment is all you have and all you will ever have. The past you are now longing for – the past that you are now dreaming about – was ignored by you when it was present. Stop deluding yourself. Be present in everything you do and enjoy life. After all life is a journey not a destination. Have a clear vision for the future, prepare yourself, but always be present in the now.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong id="internal-source-marker_0.5504051258321851"&gt;14. Give up attachment&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;
&lt;strong id="internal-source-marker_0.5504051258321851"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;This is a concept that, for most of us is so hard to grasp and I have to tell you that it was for me too, (it still is) but it’s not something impossible. You get better and better at with time and practice. The moment you detach yourself from all things, (and that doesn’t mean you give up your love for them – because love and attachment have nothing to do with one another,  attachment comes from a place of fear, while love… well, real love is pure, kind, and self less, where there is love there can’t be fear, and because of that, attachment and love cannot coexist) you become so peaceful, so tolerant, so kind, and so serene. You will get to a place where you will be able to understand all things without even trying. A state beyond words.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong id="internal-source-marker_0.5504051258321851"&gt;15. Give up living your life to other people’s expectations&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;
&lt;strong id="internal-source-marker_0.5504051258321851"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Way too many people are living a life that is not theirs to live. They live their lives according to what others think is best for them, they live their lives according to what their parents think is best for them, to what their friends, their enemies and their teachers, their government and the media think is best for them. They ignore their inner voice, that inner calling. They are so busy with pleasing everybody, with living up to other people’s expectations, that they lose control over their lives. They forget what makes them happy, what they want, what they need….and eventually they forget about themselves.  You have one life – this one right now – you must live it, own it, and especially don’t let other people’s opinions distract you from your path.&lt;br /&gt;
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Are you still with me? Tell me this did not touch you or give you the wakeup call you needed. So Donna Saker......this is the Universe talking...."Get over yourself....be Happy girl its all there right in front of you for the taking"....&lt;br /&gt;
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Ps. If you are one of the negative Nellie's in my life or you have hurt, betrayed or lied to me...I release you. Wow that was easy!!&lt;br /&gt;
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Thanks for visiting. Much Love&amp;nbsp; Donna&lt;br /&gt;
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I received very good news in my life very recently and was in the process of doing cartwheels down my street. I can't reveal just yet what it is, but its was wonderful also finding out my radio show is number #1 in Montreal thanks to you!&lt;br /&gt;
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The news however has been overshadowed by some disappointing news that someone I love very much has just received, not life threatening, but crappy enough. People always show their true colours and someone did, so I lashed out.&amp;nbsp; Made the whole situation about what if this happens and how does it effect me, and this person is awful, how could&amp;nbsp;they?? blah blah blah...........&lt;br /&gt;
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You know next to Oprah I am the Queen of proverbial wake up calls and "a-hah" moments. My moment came in the form of coffee commercial.&lt;br /&gt;
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I have seen that little affirmation girl many times, but it struck me today.......being positive, happy and loving everything ...it doesn't have to be work. You don't have to stoop to other peoples levels like I did this week, negative talk, cursing and lots of anger. What a waste. No one should make you feel angry, insecure, ruin your fun!&amp;nbsp; That little girl in the video is the way I used to be, happy and appreciating small things. From this day on I am not going to let horrible people ruin my&amp;nbsp;day or fill my thoughts with negativity....I love my life, what my future holds and like affirmation girl says...I love my pyjamas!!&lt;br /&gt;
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Thanks for visiting..Donna xo</description><link>http://donnasaker.blogspot.com/2012/04/take-high-roadits-better-cardio-workout.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Donna Saker)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-45LVXi4e-Vc/T49p378oADI/AAAAAAAAAJs/FwnYshhqB4I/s72-c/il_fullxfull_123118180.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4519415512104058417.post-9047312930971577717</guid><pubDate>Wed, 04 Apr 2012 15:46:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-04-04T08:46:18.284-07:00</atom:updated><title>Win Coach Designer Sunglasses!!</title><description>Okay my little fashionistas! Spring is in the air and its time to spruce up that Spring and Summer wardrobe. Check out my YouTube Channel for your chance to win a pair of Coach sunglasses courtesy of Antoine Soleil Fairview Point Claire. Random draw will be April 18th, all you have to do is subscribe to my channel and you are entered! Good Luck!&lt;br /&gt;
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Nothing triggers an anxiety attack in me more than mess and clutter. Especially other people's mess, but lets start with mine. The OCD comes in in sweeps of panic in bed, when i am trying to remember a small detail like where iput a piece of paper or did Ipay that bill?? I know I worry too much I have many people tell me that over and over and over again which also makes me worry!!!&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;Recently&amp;nbsp;however&amp;nbsp;guardian angel came into my life&amp;nbsp; Ruth Hovsepian from Montreal Errand Runner. She asked me these questions do you wish........&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;img src="http://www.montrealrunner.com/style/images/bullet.png" /&gt; You could be in two places at once&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;img src="http://www.montrealrunner.com/style/images/bullet.png" /&gt; There were more hours in a day&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;img src="http://www.montrealrunner.com/style/images/bullet.png" /&gt; There was a stress-free way of handling your To-Do List&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;img src="http://www.montrealrunner.com/style/images/bullet.png" /&gt; You could find a healthy balance between the demands of your       professional and personal life&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;Ummmmm Ruth, yes , yes and yes did&amp;nbsp;I say yes. &amp;nbsp; There are lots of things I needed done but one task I had put off for years was organising a trunk full of pictures and newspaper clippings etc, 25 years of my career, ugh what a task. Always ignored. So she swooped into place and took a look at my mess.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ruth looks at my clutter&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is only a third of it!!!!!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&amp;nbsp;And after collecting my 25 years of mess and memories she delivered this last week.....&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tada!!!!! OMG It was all organised and categorized&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;I was so happy!!&amp;nbsp; What do you need done in your life to make you feel better?? Check out her website&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://www.montrealrunner.com/"&gt;http://www.montrealrunner.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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I have a feeling she will be getting another call from we for the next big task, because you know what? There is no price tag on free time!!!!&amp;nbsp; Thank you Ruth!&lt;br /&gt;
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Much Love Donna xo﻿</description><link>http://donnasaker.blogspot.com/2012/03/someone-organize-me-please.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Donna Saker)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vb6kh8YHcAo/T1Dy8HfGX0I/AAAAAAAAAJU/IdqLbwvNTgc/s72-c/IMG-20120120-00292.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4519415512104058417.post-7817403387377136105</guid><pubDate>Thu, 09 Feb 2012 16:47:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-02-09T08:47:00.197-08:00</atom:updated><title>C'mom Saker push through it Girl!!</title><description>&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The amazing Geraldine Caldert&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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2012 has started to clip along pretty quickly and so has my lack of motivation. It has been a combo of injuries, enjoying wine too much and pure laziness. And of course there is also the proverbial wall. You know what I am talking about, The weight won't budge anymore, the body isn't changing, so my frustration mounts.&lt;br /&gt;
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And here is the thing, you have to live your life right? &amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp;really don't want to give up wine completely or my coffee for that matter. Trust me you wouldn't want keep your limbs exposed if I gave up coffee and wine hahah!&lt;br /&gt;
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So what's a girl to do?? CHANGE IT UP! I had been working out about 3 times a week, mainly weight training with Modi my fab trainer and Jen my Pilates instructor.&lt;br /&gt;
But Jeff Hart at Victoria Park Spa told me he wanted me to 'Kick it up a notch" and I agreed, but what he had in store I wasn't sure!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Feel the burn all over!!!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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Over the course of the last year I had been incorporating TRX training into my workout which I have become obsessed with!&amp;nbsp; Otherwise known as suspension training. It uses your own body weight. ( I have plenty of that ; )&lt;br /&gt;
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"Suspension Training is a type of&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/Bodyweight_exercise" title="Bodyweight exercise"&gt;body weight exercise&lt;/a&gt; in which a variety of multi-planar, compound exercise movements can be performed. These are done with the aim of developing strength, balance, flexibility, and joint stability simultaneously"&lt;br /&gt;
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These bands weigh&amp;nbsp;hardly&amp;nbsp;anything and you can travel with them.&amp;nbsp;But even better they now offer full classes with them. &amp;nbsp;Just when you think you are fit,&amp;nbsp;in walks Geraldine Caldert our instructor&amp;nbsp; she is&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;gorgeous, fit, strong and&amp;nbsp;energised! Just what I needed some serious motivation!&lt;br /&gt;
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I knew I was in for a treat because her music choices were killer, all current hot tunes, and music for me is a great motivator in a&amp;nbsp; class!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zKudW19Bcf0/TzP17lA_6II/AAAAAAAAAJA/ksLc9ahmW98/s1600/IMG-20120130-00351.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zKudW19Bcf0/TzP17lA_6II/AAAAAAAAAJA/ksLc9ahmW98/s200/IMG-20120130-00351.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;As we started our warm up I thought, "okay this isn't so bad" hahah just when you think you are in shape, you realise there is much more room to develop......Not one muscle was left untouched and I'm the type of gal that wants to get the most done in the least amount of time! Yes I am lazy and in a rush!...at one point my glutes and and quads were begging for mercy...and let me tell you about the abs...5 mins doing TRX, is like doing 20 mins of abs on your own.&lt;br /&gt;
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The class is on Monday...well its Thursday now and my muscles are still sore!&amp;nbsp; But I have become addicted to it!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; In fact I may do two classes&amp;nbsp;a week now!&amp;nbsp; Thighs you have been warned. Interested?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Contact Vic Park! What do you have to lose, except fat baby!!!! ; )&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://www.vicpark.com/en/health-club.html"&gt;http://www.vicpark.com/en/health-club.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Thanks for visiting... DS</description><link>http://donnasaker.blogspot.com/2012/02/cmom-saker-push-through-it-girl.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Donna Saker)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--k_vy-HHiVE/TzP1RP4thTI/AAAAAAAAAIw/b_0zk997Bsk/s72-c/IMG-20120130-00348.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4519415512104058417.post-779514805377583036</guid><pubDate>Wed, 18 Jan 2012 00:51:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-01-18T07:02:16.673-08:00</atom:updated><title>Feeling Blue!? January Blahs?? Snap out of it!!!!!</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aLXz2wVZlaY/TxYWXE-nD4I/AAAAAAAAAIc/w8nFB49nqYk/s1600/joy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="143" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aLXz2wVZlaY/TxYWXE-nD4I/AAAAAAAAAIc/w8nFB49nqYk/s200/joy.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Oh boy did I get a hard dose of reality today.....served nice and hot...so I figured my purpose was to pass it on to you. Are you ready?&lt;br /&gt;
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So here we are it's January. Do you have the blues? Weather sucks? &amp;nbsp;Gaining weight? Your bills have come in from Christmas?? Are you alone? Does your love life suck? Miserable in your marriage? Am I close in any of these things? &amp;nbsp;For me I was in a funk today because I let a few pounds creep back on, even though everyone says I haven't but I have. But it's a struggle.&lt;br /&gt;
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My personal life of last year which was not banner (not destructive) but a bit off its mark tends to sneak back into my thoughts on some days Ugh! Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;
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And of course there is this weather. Another snow storm epic cold, its enough to make anyone grouchy.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--iP8EIJuzI0/TxYWiPDM5zI/AAAAAAAAAIk/5fvLB0eYAAk/s1600/happiness20hands.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--iP8EIJuzI0/TxYWiPDM5zI/AAAAAAAAAIk/5fvLB0eYAAk/s320/happiness20hands.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;But alas.....(insert screeching sound of&amp;nbsp;tires)........what are you doing Donna? So the proverbial smack&amp;nbsp;to my face&amp;nbsp;happened&amp;nbsp;at 430 pm today, as I walked into a coffee shop&lt;br /&gt;
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I made my way down the stairs and saw a family a Mom and Dad with a sweet little boy who I could not really see, until I moved closer. &amp;nbsp;I looked at this tiny sweet specimen and what I saw took my breath away, he had one eye. It clearly had been recently removed, it looked raw and sore where his beautiful eye had once been. Because it took me a moment to figure out what I was looking at, it clearly looked like I was staring, which I never do, so my instinct was to smile at him and of course I "over-smiled" and at Mom and Dad too. Then I turned beat red. &amp;nbsp;I just had this feeling he had cancer, but he may not have, and I will never know.&lt;br /&gt;
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As I moved to the other side I could not see the family&amp;nbsp;any more&amp;nbsp;but I could hear them. Especially him. This sweet little boy was&amp;nbsp;chirping&amp;nbsp;away about something, I couldn't even make out what he was talking about. It didn't matter. His sweet little voice was drowning out the blue grouchy voice in my own head. &amp;nbsp;This little boy, was happy and joyful with one eye and whatever challenges he was facing. His parents adored him and they were a very happy unit. I couldn't believe I was feeling crappy about cellulite and snow. God I am such a dork sometimes..... &amp;nbsp;I felt the shameful tears fill my eyes and spill down my cheeks. Seriously Donna you do not have problems!!! People, listen to me, we hardly ever realise how lucky and blessed we are. Sure ..guess what...life can be tough some days, shit happens. &amp;nbsp;But as this sweet little munchkin taught me today another life lesson...I realised it was time to SNAP OUT OF IT!!!!! &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Are&amp;nbsp;you with me.....?? &amp;nbsp;Cuz guess what? I am happy and blessed. Whoever you are little man, I will not forget you...xoxo&lt;br /&gt;
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Donna</description><link>http://donnasaker.blogspot.com/2012/01/feeling-blue-january-blahs-snap-out-of.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Donna Saker)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aLXz2wVZlaY/TxYWXE-nD4I/AAAAAAAAAIc/w8nFB49nqYk/s72-c/joy.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>6</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4519415512104058417.post-1513833241217083167</guid><pubDate>Thu, 24 Nov 2011 02:27:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-11-23T18:43:26.579-08:00</atom:updated><title>Enjoy life. Think of all the women who passed up dessert on the Titanic.</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NegahnAXK2w/Ts2qNpF7bDI/AAAAAAAAAHw/cezjfjMYoI0/s1600/Donna+pics+032.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hda="true" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NegahnAXK2w/Ts2qNpF7bDI/AAAAAAAAAHw/cezjfjMYoI0/s320/Donna+pics+032.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Oh boy! What a week. Just when you think you got it all figured out...the baseball game of life&amp;nbsp;comes in and connects that curve ball right to the center of your forehead. Up until very recently I thought the Universe had gifted me with everything that I needed and wanted.&amp;nbsp; I really started to feel joy and happiness for the first time in a while. Oh don't get me wrong if you hear my show, I am a pretty happy gal.....but I was jettisoned into a situation that I that took me to the next level.&amp;nbsp; I am not going into to much detail about the situation I am here to talk about enjoying life.&lt;br /&gt;
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Why is it that we are constantly looking for the&amp;nbsp;next best thing, or looking for something to fill a hole.&amp;nbsp; Have you ever noticed how happy you are the day before a holiday? How good it feels when someone says I love you.&amp;nbsp; Why is everyone in a better mood on Friday than Monday?&lt;br /&gt;
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My situation that made me so happy, was filled with anticipation, excitement, desire all the good emotions rolled into one giant ball of elation. But the situation is gone. And&amp;nbsp;the circumstances changed very quickly and with not a lot of warning. What followed was confusion, sadness and defeat. What? Whoa! Hang on Donna&lt;br /&gt;
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Why did this situation make me so happy?? Why couldn't I be&amp;nbsp;happy with ordinary day to day stuff. I will tell you the wake up&amp;nbsp;moment in fact happened today. There was a young boy next to me getting his hair cut. He was from France&amp;nbsp;and he&amp;nbsp;had the most delicious accent.&amp;nbsp; Someone asked him&amp;nbsp;"What do you think of all this snow"?&lt;br /&gt;
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He looked up from his Blackberry, yes Blackberry and said&amp;nbsp; "I haven't really thought about it much, but now that I am, it makes me happy"&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I looked up from my Blackberry, yes I still have a Blackberry IPhone users, and thought this little boy is happy, just because its snowing. Nothing else.&amp;nbsp; We lose sight of happiness and just being in the moment. Right now. Not tomorrow, not yesterday, right now.&lt;br /&gt;
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I have pressed the reset button on life. &amp;nbsp;Who knows what's in store. But mark my words, I will be happy in my present moment, taking joy in the tiniest of things. Why because I can. And I will. And so can you. So take joy in a child's smile, a first snowfall, a great cup of coffee a delicious dessert.&amp;nbsp;It's all there for the taking and enjoying.&amp;nbsp; Let me tell you, if I had been a lady on the Titanic and I had not ordered dessert that last night, man I would have been pissed!! &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Zgm033VIwI0/Ts2qowJpeOI/AAAAAAAAAH4/CH8lcmhq3Js/s1600/ps2_happyfeet_2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hda="true" height="191" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Zgm033VIwI0/Ts2qowJpeOI/AAAAAAAAAH4/CH8lcmhq3Js/s200/ps2_happyfeet_2.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; color: black; overflow: hidden; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #003366;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="indquote_link"&gt;~ A penguin without a heart song is hardly a penguin at all!~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Thanks for visiting&amp;nbsp; xo DS</description><link>http://donnasaker.blogspot.com/2011/11/enjoy-life-think-of-all-women-who.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Donna Saker)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NegahnAXK2w/Ts2qNpF7bDI/AAAAAAAAAHw/cezjfjMYoI0/s72-c/Donna+pics+032.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>7</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4519415512104058417.post-8287968648774556743</guid><pubDate>Wed, 02 Nov 2011 15:06:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-11-02T08:06:47.609-07:00</atom:updated><title>The importance of Poppy</title><description>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y2HbFn-yquo/TrFUStSsV3I/AAAAAAAAAHg/pJXO6Y_SjBc/s1600/IMG-20111102-00317.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y2HbFn-yquo/TrFUStSsV3I/AAAAAAAAAHg/pJXO6Y_SjBc/s200/IMG-20111102-00317.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wearing my Poppy proudly!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Yes it is the time of year &amp;nbsp;when I constantly look down to my left breast. No not because I admire it, just to make sure my Poppy is&amp;nbsp;still pinned above it. Remembrance Day is fast approaching and my question is, are you wearing yours? &lt;br /&gt;
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I love where I live, but in all the cities I have called home, Montreal appears to be the one that wears the least amount of poppies. This makes me sad. Not sure why this is.&lt;br /&gt;
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It's no secret I was raised in a military family, so I know the importance of the poppy. I have been to many Remembrance Day ceremonies with my Father.&amp;nbsp;Even as a young child I can remember the lump in my throat, seeing the men and women my grandparents age moved to tears, remembering their fallen friends. Heartbreaking.&lt;br /&gt;
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The Poppy has been a symbol of the battlefield since&amp;nbsp;John McCrae's poem In Flanders Fields was published in 1915 the poppy  became a popular symbol for soldiers who died in battle. &lt;br /&gt;
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One of my favourite things to do is to go to the train station where you see these glorious men and women, well on in years, standing there so proudly in their uniforms. Yet there is a sadness in their eyes. Memories of friends fallen, images that are unshakable. I always give them a huge smile and a wink and of course they always wink back. I also love letting a Vet pin the poppy on&amp;nbsp; me, I feel like I am at my Prom, it is also an honour for me to have him do that.&lt;br /&gt;
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That my friends is why u wear a poppy. To say thank you.&amp;nbsp; To say I cannot imagine what you went through, but you need to know it means everything to me. No matter what your stance is on war. Most of those young men and women did not have a choice.&lt;br /&gt;
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The one series I want you to rent is Band of Brothers. I promise you it will change your life. It changed mine.&lt;br /&gt;
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Thanks&amp;nbsp;to the millions of Canadians who wear&amp;nbsp;poppies each November, the little  red plant has never died. And neither have Canadians memories for 116,031 of  their countrymen who died in battle. &lt;br /&gt;
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To the our Canadian Troops overseas who are finally coming home....Welcome Home.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0hFC5ay_gg8/TrFVctC4fgI/AAAAAAAAAHo/CE94rTP4h88/s1600/poppies.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0hFC5ay_gg8/TrFVctC4fgI/AAAAAAAAAHo/CE94rTP4h88/s320/poppies.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Thanks for visiting&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
Donna&amp;nbsp; xo</description><link>http://donnasaker.blogspot.com/2011/11/importance-of-poppy.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Donna Saker)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y2HbFn-yquo/TrFUStSsV3I/AAAAAAAAAHg/pJXO6Y_SjBc/s72-c/IMG-20111102-00317.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4519415512104058417.post-9144474692816796709</guid><pubDate>Sat, 22 Oct 2011 22:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-10-22T15:39:46.643-07:00</atom:updated><title>Bringing the "Om to Montreal"</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PiRaaTXFpD4/TqNE3AAshZI/AAAAAAAAAHU/j_RUyhkfjLU/s1600/misty.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PiRaaTXFpD4/TqNE3AAshZI/AAAAAAAAAHU/j_RUyhkfjLU/s1600/misty.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
What a year. Why is it that when everything is going really well in your life there always seems to be&amp;nbsp;a little niggling feeling that something is off.&amp;nbsp; Case in point. Career is going gangbusters, fitness level is better than ever, botox has settled nicely in my face ( read earlier blog on that one) and overall I am truly blessed.&amp;nbsp; So why am I have trouble sleeping and riddled with&amp;nbsp; slight anxiety. Not all the time but it's coming in spurts and there is no real explanation.&lt;br /&gt;
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I have never been a great sleeper. Ask my Mom.&amp;nbsp; She has always said I have slept with one ear and eye open. When people ask you if you could change anything about yourself I always say " I wish I wasn't a light sleeper."&lt;br /&gt;
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So I consulted all the people in my life who I feel have "it together" and they all have said the same thing. Yoga.&amp;nbsp; "Donna there is nothing wrong with you, it's just the missing piece of your puzzle" Hmm interesting. I have taken the odd yoga class, even the unforgiving Bikram, but I think it is time to really pursue it. Meditation as well. &lt;br /&gt;
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If this interests you then you might like to know about this cool event coming to Montreal. It's called Misty 2011.&amp;nbsp; The&amp;nbsp;Montreal International Symposium on Therapeutic Yoga .&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;The organisers&amp;nbsp;describe it as a unique event in Canada that brings together highly qualified participants and presenters, among the most recognized in their fields, and will quickly establish the Symposium as a major event in the field of therapeutic yoga in North America. &lt;br /&gt;
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Here is the link to the schedule over the Oct 29th-30th weekend&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://homyogaevents.com/index.html"&gt;http://homyogaevents.com/index.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Maybe I will see you there, just tap on my shoulder if I am doing downward dog.&lt;br /&gt;
xo Thanks for visiting.</description><link>http://donnasaker.blogspot.com/2011/10/bringing-om-to-montreal.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Donna Saker)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PiRaaTXFpD4/TqNE3AAshZI/AAAAAAAAAHU/j_RUyhkfjLU/s72-c/misty.bmp" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4519415512104058417.post-6623725436943930648</guid><pubDate>Tue, 04 Oct 2011 14:17:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-11-08T12:23:50.678-08:00</atom:updated><title>You are invited to one of 2 VIP nights with me and my Doctor!</title><description>&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-quTT9CyFCac/TosTc_h1KsI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/1P_i_LplCN8/s1600/logo_the_beat_V2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-quTT9CyFCac/TosTc_h1KsI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/1P_i_LplCN8/s200/logo_the_beat_V2.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MVQghvzOCD0/TosJVGPrlMI/AAAAAAAAAHE/TBtOR0mC9Tc/s1600/donna-saker.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MVQghvzOCD0/TosJVGPrlMI/AAAAAAAAAHE/TBtOR0mC9Tc/s320/donna-saker.jpg" width="171" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;A second night has been added, so you can pick Oct20th or&amp;nbsp;Oct 27th!! See you there!!!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-duARIvEzTW4/TosTawAt69I/AAAAAAAAAHM/kJDmNJyhe2M/s1600/victoria-park.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-duARIvEzTW4/TosTawAt69I/AAAAAAAAAHM/kJDmNJyhe2M/s1600/victoria-park.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;If you have read my past blogs you know I keep it real ladies...and don't really have too many secrets. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;It's been about a year now since I had the facial rejuvenation.....the Botox has worn off and the fillers which usually last about a year are wearing off....goodbye cheekbones...I'm not happy what I am seeing right now.....I am tired, I suffer from insomnia and this new shift all day is taking its toll…which in turn is showing on my face. Don't get me wrong, the outside is not matching the inside. I am the happiest I have been in my life. I feel amazing, I work hard on my fitness, and there are some new wonderful people in my life. But I&amp;nbsp;have to get my face to catch up again....it is not representing who I feel I am. I was so nervous writing my original blog on Botox, but not one of you judged me or criticized me. You are amazing for that. &lt;br /&gt;
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So here is the deal. I have had so many questions about Botox and Fillers that I have decided, along with the amazing people of Victoria Park Medispa, to create a special night with the amazing Dr. Nikolis to learn about all the latest trends in facial rejuvenation. And best of all, Dr. Nikolis will be doing a live treatment on me during his presentation so you can the immediate results and ask any questions!&lt;br /&gt;
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Dr. Nikolis will talk about non-surgical medical esthetics's and I will talk about some tips and tricks with makeup which can be combined with Dr.N's treatments. I will also show you how to use makeup to make it look like you have had a little lift!! (Sneaky sneaky)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Today you can get rid of droopy facial skin and reduce lines wrinkles with Botox and fillers and then highlight your skin and with the right skin care products and mineral-based makeup. And besides Botox and fillers like Restylane, Dr. Nikolis will be talking about new lasers which, without surgery, reduce brown spots, red spots, acne scars and other things that bother you when you look in the mirror. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;It’s a one-on-one with the best of the best! But hurry and book your spot! There are only 24 spots available! Don't miss out on the new you, we can hang out and have some fun!! Here is a link to all the information about the event where you can book your spot. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://secure.campaigner.com/Campaigner/Public/t.show?NzPZ--A2Ph-HCuIF9"&gt;http://secure.campaigner.com/Campaigner/Public/t.show?NzPZ--A2Ph-HCuIF9&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;p.s. if you don’t know about the original experience I am referring to above, below is a link to my first blog on the subject. It describes my journey to making a decision to have my first rejuvenation treatment last year. I was really happy with my decision and loved the result. A number of my friends also used the services of Dr. Nikolis following this post and thanked me for the tip. However, just like makeup wears off, so do the treatments, so it’s time to go back. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://donnasaker.blogspot.com/2011/03/what-do-jennifer-aniston-julia-roberts.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0068cf;"&gt;http://donnasaker.blogspot.com/2011/03/what-do-jennifer-aniston-julia-roberts.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Hope to see you there!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Donna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-duARIvEzTW4/TosTawAt69I/AAAAAAAAAHM/kJDmNJyhe2M/s1600/victoria-park.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-duARIvEzTW4/TosTawAt69I/AAAAAAAAAHM/kJDmNJyhe2M/s1600/victoria-park.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #0068cf;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://donnasaker.blogspot.com/2011/10/you-are-invited-to-vip-night-with-me.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Donna Saker)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-quTT9CyFCac/TosTc_h1KsI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/1P_i_LplCN8/s72-c/logo_the_beat_V2.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4519415512104058417.post-5968796044920712061</guid><pubDate>Mon, 19 Sep 2011 17:13:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-09-19T10:13:15.468-07:00</atom:updated><title>Winner!!!!</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Okay my beauties it is time to announce the winner of the Planet Fabulous Makeover contest. Thank you to everyone who entered! More to come! Drum roll please!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://1.gvt0.com/vi/ezHUyMX9HzE/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ezHUyMX9HzE&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ezHUyMX9HzE&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://donnasaker.blogspot.com/2011/09/winner.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Donna Saker)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4519415512104058417.post-8257314179125005822</guid><pubDate>Fri, 26 Aug 2011 21:26:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-08-26T14:31:58.211-07:00</atom:updated><title>Win a Complete Make-Over with Donna Saker!</title><description>&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal"&gt;Wowa!&amp;nbsp; I love doing make-overs!! Do you want one???&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="256" qaa="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gpXwzaEOnw4/TlgQmh4tkQI/AAAAAAAAAG4/z-0wN92_kHk/s320/before-after+4.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Contest Time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal"&gt;Hey Ladies, how would you like to win a complete makeover? That’s right the Donna Saker make-over takeover is back! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal"&gt;The prize includes hair by Patricia Soussanna at ‘O-way’ coiffure and spa in Westmount. We’ll go shopping for a new outfit with $100 dollar gift certificate courtesy of Arianna at Boutique Fly.&amp;nbsp; Where I get my clothes!!! To go with your new threads, Marnie Grundman will be supplying a gorgeous piece of custom jewelry from her collection ‘Love Marnie’.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal"&gt;If all that isn’t exciting enough, you’ll get to hang out with yours truly while I do your makeup! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal"&gt;Are you ready for a complete transformation? &amp;nbsp;To enter, you have to subscribe to my you tube channel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal"&gt;Once you’ve subscribed, leave a comment on this video, and I’ll pick one at random to win this fabulous prize. Enter multiple times, but no cutting and pasting- only unique comments will be eligible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://i.ytimg.com/vi/luX0Kgq03U8/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/luX0Kgq03U8?f=user_uploads&amp;c=google-webdrive-0&amp;app=youtube_gdata" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/luX0Kgq03U8?f=user_uploads&amp;c=google-webdrive-0&amp;app=youtube_gdata" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal"&gt;Good Luck my Beauties!!!&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://donnasaker.blogspot.com/2011/08/win-complete-make-over-with-donna-saker.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Donna Saker)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gpXwzaEOnw4/TlgQmh4tkQI/AAAAAAAAAG4/z-0wN92_kHk/s72-c/before-after+4.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>38</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4519415512104058417.post-8547218188048990283</guid><pubDate>Mon, 08 Aug 2011 22:17:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-08-08T15:18:11.519-07:00</atom:updated><title>Pilates Heaven!!</title><description>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;The journey continues on whipping this body into a well oiled machine -or at least a second hand slightly used car- however I am getting there.&amp;nbsp; I have pushed my body this&amp;nbsp;past year&amp;nbsp;and now it&amp;nbsp;is pushing back a little.&amp;nbsp;My physiotherapist George&amp;nbsp;who is doing wonders to fix me up said, "why don't you try pilates?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All&amp;nbsp;of the A-list stars with killer bodies all do it, and&amp;nbsp;they say it changed their lives...hmm really? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Since the amazing folks at Victoria Park were fixing my face up (Thank you Dr Nik!!)&amp;nbsp;I thought "why not try Pilates?" &amp;nbsp;I have heard great things about Vic Park's instructors, and that hockey players, dancers and everyone else were loving the workout.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;So I hooked up with the beautiful Jennifer Horvath at Victoria Park. Check out her title:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pilates program director &amp;amp; Master teacher - &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.vicpark.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #8c5940; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Victoria Park health club&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;Certified Yoga therapeutics teacher &amp;amp; postural re-education, Running coach...whoa okay I am in good hands.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jen&amp;nbsp;has been doing this for 15 years. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Pilates journey has begun, and I am in love!! I feel better, more energised, and happier overall.&amp;nbsp;I want to share with you and so does Victoria Park!&amp;nbsp; I have three videos of Jen teaching me some basic moves, but here is the fun part- &amp;nbsp;if you call Victoria Park and mention you saw this video you will get a free 30 minute Pilates demo!! Woohoo Thanks Victoria Park!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;514 488-5182 is the number to call or vicpark.com for more info. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Tell 'em Donna sent ya!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/my_videos_annotate?ns=1&amp;amp;v=CCpfaW1xzJs"&gt;Planet Fabulous Pilates Video 1 - Breathing&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://donnasaker.blogspot.com/2011/08/pilates-heaven.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Donna Saker)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XXRxYFSifTY/TkBa002XZ6I/AAAAAAAAAG0/oMejRPyy7ww/s72-c/pilates.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4519415512104058417.post-9211429618510131876</guid><pubDate>Thu, 21 Jul 2011 14:50:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-07-21T10:55:17.235-07:00</atom:updated><title>Aruba Nights!!</title><description>&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FkppWWKtS6w/Tig-HiiP5cI/AAAAAAAAAGg/8LYgh8gmt70/s1600/Another+great+sunset.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FkppWWKtS6w/Tig-HiiP5cI/AAAAAAAAAGg/8LYgh8gmt70/s320/Another+great+sunset.JPG" t$="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Aruba nights in front of the Divi Phoenix!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Why is it that planning a holiday can be so stressful? Especially the unknown. This is why in my life I have rallied a bunch of fabulous people I like to call my "go-to-people". So when it comes to travel I ask my friend Susan Campbell, who is a terrific travel writer, and lucky for me in love with Aruba.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; direction: ltr; font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;div style="border: currentColor;"&gt;&lt;div style="border: currentColor;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-estoW9Z9kO0/Tig9XftL1gI/AAAAAAAAAGc/ELra6kTjKZ8/s1600/P1000098.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-estoW9Z9kO0/Tig9XftL1gI/AAAAAAAAAGc/ELra6kTjKZ8/s200/P1000098.JPG" t$="true" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;I have been to many island destinations - Cuba, Jamaica, Bahamas, but Aruba had always intrigued me. I knew Susan had written many articles on Aruba and couldn't rave enough about this tiny magical island. Here is a little history on Aruba. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/Aruba" target="_blank" title="Aruba"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0645ad; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Aruba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;'s first inhabitants were the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="ecxmw-redirect" href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/Caquetios_Indian" target="_blank" title="Caquetios Indian"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0645ad; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Caquetios Indians&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt; from the Arawak tribe who migrated there from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/Venezuela" target="_blank" title="Venezuela"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0645ad; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Venezuela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt; to escape attacks by the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/Carib_people" target="_blank" title="Carib people"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0645ad; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Caribs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;. ( Thank you Wikipedia) In 1636, Aruba was acquired by the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/Netherlands" target="_blank" title="Netherlands"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0645ad; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Netherlands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt; and remained under their control for nearly two centuries. During the Napoleonic wars, the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/British_Empire" target="_blank" title="British Empire"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0645ad; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;British Empire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt; took control over the island, between 1799 and 1802, and between 1804 and 1816, before handing it back to the Dutch. And this is why most of the people that I met there were Dutch or could at least speak the language.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;We&amp;nbsp;flew American Airlines (lots of carriers will take you there) but we had to transfer in Miami. No big deal it was a super fast connection. Once we arrived it was a quick 15 minute cab ride to the hotel. I had heard so many great things about the Divi Phoenix, I couldn't wait to see it. Be forewarned though the front desk staff are so helpful and kind you will think you are on candid camera.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;The room we stayed in was amazing. It had a full kitchen&amp;nbsp; so we could prepare some meals on the nights we didn't want to go out. It was clean and modern (don't even get me started about my bathroom and the giant bathtub) right off the pages of an interior design magazine. I was so happy with the room which was a good thing since it was going to be a 2 week vacation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;One of the places to eat was Sunset Beach where we had our breakfasts included; again delicious food and lovely staff!&amp;nbsp; I had the best seafood dinner ever while there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border: currentColor;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Susan recommended the Divi Phoenix to us because it is a quieter hotel, although there is lots to do it is not party central - lots of families there, couples honeymooners and even people traveling solo. I was so relaxed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border: currentColor;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border: currentColor;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;As you can imagine I lead a very stressful life, and it takes me a while to wind down, I don't remember a time when I decompressed as quickly as I did in Aruba. The strangest thing is I have been back now for a week and I cannot stop thinking of the Divi, it really became a home away from home. Oh and btw, no stomach problems or issues with food or water, so if you worry about that don't! And it was sunny and breezy and warm every day, they hardly get rain. I have to say it was the best tropical weather I have experienced to date. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border: currentColor;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border: currentColor;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;So if you are planning your next holiday, whether its at Christmas, or in the winter you will not be disappointed with Aruba this amazing destination.&amp;nbsp; Here are some great articles Susan has written on Aruba!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border: currentColor;"&gt;&lt;div class="ReadMsgBody" id="mpf0_readMsgBodyContainer"&gt;&lt;div class="SandboxScopeClass ExternalClass" id="mpf0_MsgContainer"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myvirtualpaper.com/doc/Luxury-Report/luxuryreportmagazineno14/2011062001/#36" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0068cf;"&gt;http://www.myvirtualpaper.com/doc/Luxury-Report/luxuryreportmagazineno14/2011062001/#36&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myvirtualpaper.com/doc/Luxury-Report/luxuryreportmagazine_7/2010012702/#46" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0068cf;"&gt;http://www.myvirtualpaper.com/doc/Luxury-Report/luxuryreportmagazine_7/2010012702/#46&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://nightspublications.com/aruba-article-inside-out.php" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0068cf;"&gt;http://nightspublications.com/aruba-article-inside-out.php&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border: currentColor;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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And here is the link to the Divi where we stayed&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kite lessons&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.diviarubaphoenix.com/DiviAruba/"&gt;http://www.diviarubaphoenix.com/DiviAruba/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border: currentColor;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Water!! Amazing and warm!!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="border: currentColor; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://donnasaker.blogspot.com/2011/07/aruba-nights.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Donna Saker)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FkppWWKtS6w/Tig-HiiP5cI/AAAAAAAAAGg/8LYgh8gmt70/s72-c/Another+great+sunset.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4519415512104058417.post-291493401734005350</guid><pubDate>Mon, 20 Jun 2011 18:13:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-06-20T18:35:39.211-07:00</atom:updated><title>Donna calm down!!!!!</title><description>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Please give me chocolate!!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Has someone ever told you , "You need to change" why act that way when you can act this way instead?? It's true we do have a choice on how we react to things. I am getting better at it, but there is still a lot of work to do. The other day I was a passenger in a car and it was night time and motorcycles were in the other lane and for a split second, it looked like a car was coming for us head on...well of course I screamed at the top of my lungs...I freaked out the&amp;nbsp;driver in that moment, luckily enough&amp;nbsp; he kept his cool and saw that in fact we were not in danger...he was only in danger of his crazy screaming neurotic friend beside him. Moi.&lt;br /&gt;
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I think I have been dramatic ever since I was a child.....even at childbirth my Mother says I made an early appearance, something to do with seafood chowder and my Dad's MGB and a bumpy road&amp;nbsp;....hey listen if you are going to make a first&amp;nbsp;dramatic appearance why not in a sexy sports car.....and so it began.&lt;br /&gt;
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I read today that happy people don't hold grudges. Makes sense too. I am over being upset at people or being sensitive about people who are just silly and mean. You are not in control of how people act, but you do&amp;nbsp;have control on&amp;nbsp;how you react to things. I have not reacted well in some instances, but very well in others. It's difficult, old habits die hard but sometimes when you deal with abosolute nimrods its hard to keep a smile on your face somedays.&lt;br /&gt;
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But lately I have been around someone who is really under a lot of stress, work, life...and holy does he keep it together. Someone&amp;nbsp; very close to him died of a heart attack and it his life mission to not raise his heart rate..."whats the point"? he tells me......it's a very interesting take on things.....I believe this person was brought into my life to calm me down....because clearly I need to chill out.......in fact I am getting to the point where I am so lazy, its not much a big deal to let stuff go........but then there is the odd thing that eats away at me and then usually when I realise it wasn't a big deal I have wasted all that time......&lt;br /&gt;
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I have just started therapeutic pilates, and the amazing Jen is re-training my body ( more on that coming up ), and I will tell you in that class and in that moment concentrating on my breathing, no one&amp;nbsp; or anything really matters...which is really a life lesson, just breathe everything that is and shall be will come.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here I am all Zen like, but feet are falling asleep&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Thanks for visiting&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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