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My virtual-world friends David and Veronica, over at GypsyNesters,
were featured on Huffington Post lifestyle page today. 
I’m thrilled at their success, both in their chosen lifestyle and their
growing notoriety.  I'm a firm believer in what they
have to say about life after raising children being the next chapter, and not
the end of the book.



On a personal level I’m happy because this </atom:summary><link>http://themadgoddess.blogspot.com/2012/01/back-in-saddle.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Judith-Ann)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HvccW-eZ860/Tw9G1KetCoI/AAAAAAAAAQo/2gUlgcijONs/s72-c/4293793848_afbe848855_z.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7112908205066997085.post-4479232646478823665</guid><pubDate>Sat, 10 Sep 2011 00:49:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-09-09T19:49:22.218-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Rituals and Passages</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Empty Nesting</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Kids</category><title>I CONFESS - I HAVE HAD A SECRET LOVE</title><atom:summary>It’s eight-thirty on a morning that is approaching the pseudo-summer days of fall and I’m enjoying a gourmet coffee and cranberry-walnut muffin. A welcome breeze is rustling the leaves of a maple tree that wraps its arms around the corner windows where I sit nestled into a quilt covered futon. I could almost reach out to pluck one of those leaves from a branch tip, yet the limbs are not scraping </atom:summary><link>http://themadgoddess.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-confess-i-have-had-secret-love.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Judith-Ann)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7112908205066997085.post-3068544497066846442</guid><pubDate>Fri, 15 Jul 2011 16:44:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-07-15T11:44:16.885-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">aging gracelessly</category><title>LET THE SUN SHINE IN</title><atom:summary>
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I’m reading this book that says naming my private parts will empower me.  Now don’t laugh.  Men have been naming their “little men” for – well who knows for how long? I just know they do it.  If you don’t know that, it’s only because your </atom:summary><link>http://themadgoddess.blogspot.com/2011/01/rose-by-any-other-name.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Judith-Ann)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIegQP0Fu2w/TTdBc37XAhI/AAAAAAAAAPo/27hnI65S2PU/s72-c/baby-phat-logo-1.gif" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7112908205066997085.post-3554309000018682915</guid><pubDate>Tue, 21 Dec 2010 17:28:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-12-21T11:34:06.621-06:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Older and Wiser</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Battle of the Bulge</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Health  and Self Care</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">aging gracelessly</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Celebrations - Holidays</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Beauty and Image</category><title>The Road to Hades is Paved With Good Intentions</title><atom:summary>
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As the day of reckoning approaches I sit, wondering if I dare to commit in writing (one more time) my resolution to lose weight and get in shape.  We all know where the road of good intentions leads </atom:summary><link>http://themadgoddess.blogspot.com/2010/12/road-to-hades-is-paved-with-good.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Judith-Ann)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7112908205066997085.post-1414073445217264294</guid><pubDate>Wed, 15 Sep 2010 16:32:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-09-15T11:32:25.909-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Older and Wiser</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Mars vs Venus</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Health  and Self Care</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Marriage and Family</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">aging gracelessly</category><title>SUNDAY DRIVES - DAY TRIPPING INTO RETIREMENT</title><atom:summary>
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 “What are your plans tomorrow,” the hubby asks me as we sit in our double recliner after our earlier-all-the-time evening meal.
I briefly recall the recurring line from a cartoon my youngest child </atom:summary><link>http://themadgoddess.blogspot.com/2010/09/sunday-drives-day-tripping-into.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Judith-Ann)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7112908205066997085.post-1665437254622003883</guid><pubDate>Tue, 24 Aug 2010 20:54:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-08-27T10:39:35.602-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Rituals and Passages</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Celebrations - Holidays</category><title>THOUGHTS ON AUTUMN AND THANKSGIVING TURKEYS</title><atom:summary>Sigh . . . summer is drawing to it’s end in my neck of the woods and while I need the two or three months of temperatures above 74-degrees to thaw my winter frozen bones, fall is truly my favorite season.

It is also the shortest season and I would gladly sacrifice a month at the end of summer and at least three months at the beginning of winter to make it the longest season of the year. You have</atom:summary><link>http://themadgoddess.blogspot.com/2010/08/thoughts-on-autumn-and-thanksgiving.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Judith-Ann)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7112908205066997085.post-4734000917006039531</guid><pubDate>Tue, 06 Jul 2010 11:23:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-07-06T06:56:08.363-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Battle of the Bulge</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Health  and Self Care</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Beauty and Image</category><title>WHEN PIGS FLY AND OTHER IMPROBABILITIES OF MIDDLE AGE</title><atom:summary>To be or not to be; fit or fat, that is the question.  Whether to suffer the tortures of PX-90 for the cheesecake that slips past the lips to settle on my hips, or forgo the culinary pleasures of life – for the rest of my life? Eat the spare ribs, or spare my joints the pounding of a three-mile jog?

If middle age spread were a ranch, mine would definitely be Texas sized.  Okay, maybe not quite, </atom:summary><link>http://themadgoddess.blogspot.com/2010/07/when-pigs-fly-and-other-improbabilities.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Judith-Ann)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WIegQP0Fu2w/TDMWo2BH0-I/AAAAAAAAAOs/3eDTLrjzY34/s72-c/flyingpig.gif" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7112908205066997085.post-6416854113413385280</guid><pubDate>Tue, 01 Jun 2010 13:11:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-06-01T08:22:02.710-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Older and Wiser</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">It's All Small Stuff</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">aging gracelessly</category><title>ARE YOU MORE THAN THE SUM OF YOUR OLD AGE COMPLAINTS?</title><atom:summary>E-hem.  Excuse me a moment while I dust of my soapbox.  
As I stand here today, I have a simple request to make – nothing most of you can’t do if you’ll put your mind to it.  Each day, as you hear that endless stream of mind chatter that rattles around in your head, try to remember that not all of your thoughts require a platform – and  if you can’t keep it positive keep it to yourself!For those </atom:summary><link>http://themadgoddess.blogspot.com/2010/06/are-you-more-than-sum-of-your-old-age.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Judith-Ann)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7112908205066997085.post-2423316207662292351</guid><pubDate>Sat, 24 Apr 2010 14:38:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-04-24T10:17:00.595-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Rituals and Passages</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Marriage and Family</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">It's All Small Stuff</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Empty Nesting</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Substance and Means</category><title>WHAT A LULU</title><atom:summary>I’ve been quite busy since returning from my little island sojourn this past winter.  Living in a 28-foot by 8-feet-or-so space for several weeks was much easier than I’d anticipated.   

Sure, the quarters seem close sometimes, especially when spouses aren’t seeing eye to eye, but the perks of sunny skies and mild temperatures more than made up for lack of space.  With a pool side chair and a </atom:summary><link>http://themadgoddess.blogspot.com/2010/04/what-lulu.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Judith-Ann)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WIegQP0Fu2w/S9L-u8RjEGI/AAAAAAAAAOU/hqHZd0nRCrM/s72-c/Rachel-Ashwell-Shabby-Chic_v.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7112908205066997085.post-5625720611876861027</guid><pubDate>Mon, 15 Mar 2010 17:25:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-03-19T14:48:21.007-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">aging gracelessly</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Celebrations - Holidays</category><title>DRIVING MS BLINDASABAT - The saga of aging and cars continues.</title><atom:summary>
 


 


 


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Since entering semi-retirement, I haven’t ventured far from the comforts of my country confines during these past winter months.  I even managed to take all of my degree courses online this semester and the</atom:summary><link>http://themadgoddess.blogspot.com/2010/03/id-rather-lose-my-car-than-my-pride.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Judith-Ann)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7112908205066997085.post-2686481041608205470</guid><pubDate>Fri, 26 Feb 2010 20:12:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-02-26T14:14:14.941-06:00</atom:updated><title>ON DEAF EARS</title><atom:summary>What were the Gods thinking . . . or the Goddesses for that matter?  If they were going to create men with a propensity to emit snorty, snoring rumbles from the time their heads hit the pillow until they shake themselves awake, why on earth did they make women light sleepers?

Oh sure, it’s great to have an acute sense of hearing if you’re a mother.  Most of us hone in on the changing rhythm of </atom:summary><link>http://themadgoddess.blogspot.com/2010/02/on-deaf-ears.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Judith-Ann)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIegQP0Fu2w/S4gYRqgJrsI/AAAAAAAAAMc/Q-ZTsKuI6Ik/s72-c/75+million+women" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7112908205066997085.post-4526758037268841711</guid><pubDate>Mon, 25 Jan 2010 16:19:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-01-25T10:24:40.572-06:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Mars vs Venus</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Rituals and Passages</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Beauty and Image</category><title>IN SEARCH OF MERMAIDS</title><atom:summary>Well, it finally happened. I am off in search of adventure with my home on wheels, or the Gypsy Wagon, as she is fondly known. We've parked her on a small island off the gulf coast of Florida.


What is it about palm studded isles that unleash the artistic muse? There are more artists here than Pablo could shake a paint brush at.




I could hang out at Lovegrove Gallery and Gardens all day long.</atom:summary><link>http://themadgoddess.blogspot.com/2010/01/in-search-of-mermaids.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Judith-Ann)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WIegQP0Fu2w/S13BUbGmtlI/AAAAAAAAAMM/LvYT3DY30wo/s72-c/IMG_0006.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7112908205066997085.post-6797448367370286296</guid><pubDate>Sun, 03 Jan 2010 23:46:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-01-03T18:06:04.168-06:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Older and Wiser</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Don't mess with the MAD Goddess</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Substance and Means</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Beauty and Image</category><title /><atom:summary>

Some of you might notice that I run Google AD Sense on this blog. It’s making me fabulously wealthy  – NOT! Of course, one can’t disparage Google for that. I think it has more to do with my outstanding number of followers – more specifically, the lack thereof.

My college daughter recently posted an installment on the blog she started as a class assignment for critical writing. She didn’t waste</atom:summary><link>http://themadgoddess.blogspot.com/2010/01/some-of-you-might-notice-that-i-run.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Judith-Ann)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIegQP0Fu2w/S0EqI6rvKuI/AAAAAAAAALU/Kkao-LG9DZU/s72-c/images-4.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7112908205066997085.post-1598781893648250058</guid><pubDate>Thu, 24 Dec 2009 14:26:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-24T08:26:11.982-06:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Older and Wiser</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Battle of the Bulge</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Substance and Means</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Beauty and Image</category><title>THE DEVIL MADE ME GET FAT.</title><atom:summary> I haven't done any holiday baking yet, 'cause - you know . . .in our midlife and beyond house, sugar, butter,chocolate and taste have all taken on a four letter pseudonym - EVIL.

Did you ever notice the connection between evil and devil (or good and God for that matter?  Think about it.).

Anyway, these things are evil in our house, the devil incarnate that makes my hips blossom and fills my </atom:summary><link>http://themadgoddess.blogspot.com/2009/12/devil-made-me-get-fat.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Judith-Ann)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WIegQP0Fu2w/SzJQM8Z3H4I/AAAAAAAAAJc/Kz1o7xUzQrE/s72-c/eve-knew-her-apples-ann-miller-william-wright-1945.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7112908205066997085.post-7148714646040085239</guid><pubDate>Tue, 22 Dec 2009 16:58:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-22T11:10:09.862-06:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Substance and Means</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Celebrations - Holidays</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Beauty and Image</category><title>MAKING MY LIST AND CHECKING IT TWICE</title><atom:summary>Truthfully, I don’t have to check this list twice.  The only name on it is mine and I know I’ve been a good girl all year long.

Furthermore, I’m not counting on some old fat guy with a white beard to navigate a sleigh full of treasures to me, no matter how jolly he is.  I’m letting my fingers travel over the keyboard to some of my favorite shopping haunts – the places that carry all the things a</atom:summary><link>http://themadgoddess.blogspot.com/2009/12/making-my-list-and-checking-it-twice.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Judith-Ann)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WIegQP0Fu2w/SzD2IwaQpiI/AAAAAAAAAIM/posI0fZ-AAw/s72-c/P8698.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7112908205066997085.post-3171047710503306526</guid><pubDate>Wed, 02 Dec 2009 16:05:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-02T10:05:47.424-06:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Battle of the Bulge</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Celebrations - Holidays</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Beauty and Image</category><title>TELL THE MIDLIFE LADY WHAT SHE'S WON</title><atom:summary>My thighs are rubbing together when I walk . . . again.  I don’t know about the rest of you middle aged (and plus) chics but I’m getting fed up with this whole weight issue.  


After numerous months of struggling to tip the numbers on the scale below, uhm, a number you don’t need to know, about eight weeks ago the excess bulk started coming off.

And about two weeks ago, I noticed it creeping </atom:summary><link>http://themadgoddess.blogspot.com/2009/12/tell-midlife-lady-what-shes-won.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Judith-Ann)</author><thr:total>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7112908205066997085.post-7169155490059273059</guid><pubDate>Tue, 27 Oct 2009 19:37:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-27T14:37:59.385-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Health  and Self Care</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Beauty and Image</category><title>IF WARMED WRINKLED PUPPIES ARE CUTE, WHY NOT ME?</title><atom:summary>My psychology teacher recently told the class that the early onset of puberty has been attributed to increased exposure to light – albeit artificial.  It all has to do with our circadian rhythm, more commonly known as our biological clock.

So if I’m following correctly, our body clock, which regulates our wake and sleep cycles according to the daylight to dark hours, contributes to the aging </atom:summary><link>http://themadgoddess.blogspot.com/2009/10/if-warmed-wrinkled-puppies-are-cute-why.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Judith-Ann)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7112908205066997085.post-9056362851156069154</guid><pubDate>Tue, 22 Sep 2009 14:37:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-22T09:42:26.581-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Health  and Self Care</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Strange Ch- Changes</category><title>GREAT (BOOMER) EXPECTATIONS</title><atom:summary>Once again I’ve bumped into an old school chum in a place I never expected.  For years she was behind the counter at the family pharmacy in the neighborhood where we both grew up. 

In this age of superstore chains, it’s comforting to see our little drugstore still in business whenever I get the chance to visit.  Though my husband’s and my prescription needs are filled by the Veterans’ </atom:summary><link>http://themadgoddess.blogspot.com/2009/09/once-again-ive-bumped-into-old-school.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Judith-Ann)</author><thr:total>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7112908205066997085.post-7932353610839942114</guid><pubDate>Wed, 12 Aug 2009 13:21:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-13T09:22:14.386-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Mars vs Venus</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Strange Ch- Changes</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Marriage and Family</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Empty Nesting</category><title>STUCK IN THE MIDDLE WITH YOU</title><atom:summary>Last week I went in for my 50,000 mile check-up.  When the doc asked how I was doing, for the first time in my life I answered, “Not so good.”  Welcome to middle age and beyond.  Everything from here on out is down hill and I feel like Sisyphus trying to keep that infernal boulder from rolling into the valley. Yea, though I walk through the valley, I may fear not . . . but I’m lugging around </atom:summary><link>http://themadgoddess.blogspot.com/2009/08/stuck-in-middle-with-you.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Judith-Ann)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7112908205066997085.post-3082340910563155712</guid><pubDate>Tue, 30 Jun 2009 17:49:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-06-30T12:55:29.088-05:00</atom:updated><title>LAUGH AND THE WORLD LAUGHS WITH YOU - CRY AND YOU CRY ALONE</title><atom:summary>The Mad Goddess philosophy for life is based on one ruling principle:  I am not responsible for anybody’s happiness but my own.    I’m not talking about safety, well being, or the assurance of basic needs; just the general assumption that fully functioning, reasonably intelligent adults should be able to create their own happiness – and if they can’t, it’s not my job – regardless of how much I </atom:summary><link>http://themadgoddess.blogspot.com/2009/06/laugh-and-world-laughs-with-you-cry-and.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Judith-Ann)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7112908205066997085.post-7890126865812610909</guid><pubDate>Thu, 07 May 2009 17:33:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-09T13:16:14.264-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Older and Wiser</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Marriage and Family</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Substance and Means</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Kids</category><title>SHOW ME THE WAY TO SHAMBALA</title><atom:summary>I’m an eternal optimist – always looking for a silver lining. I turn the other cheek with a firm belief that I won’t get slapped a second time, I believe that good triumphs over evil and I’m sure that a positive outlook is half the battle.Take this current economic downturn. Could it possibly have a more optimistic label? What our grandparents called a Great Depression, our parents called a </atom:summary><link>http://themadgoddess.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-eternal-optimist-always-looking-for.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Judith-Ann)</author><thr:total>3</thr:total></item></channel></rss>

