<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/" xmlns:blogger="http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7112908205066997085</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Fri, 01 Nov 2024 09:16:39 +0000</lastBuildDate><category>Beauty and Image</category><category>Marriage and Family</category><category>Older and Wiser</category><category>Health  and Self Care</category><category>Rituals and Passages</category><category>Substance and Means</category><category>Battle of the Bulge</category><category>Strange Ch- Changes</category><category>aging gracelessly</category><category>Celebrations - Holidays</category><category>Mars vs Venus</category><category>Don&#39;t mess with the MAD Goddess</category><category>Empty Nesting</category><category>It&#39;s All Small Stuff</category><category>Kids</category><category>Forgetfulness</category><category>Faux Paux Hairballs</category><category>Rewards of Grandchildren</category><category>life unscheduled</category><title>the MA&#39;d Goddess</title><description></description><link>http://themadgoddess.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Judith-Ann)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>60</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7112908205066997085.post-6874667398456641267</guid><pubDate>Fri, 26 Oct 2012 18:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-10-26T13:54:57.229-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Faux Paux Hairballs</category><title>Sarah Palin&#39;s Faux Paux - Just Another Excuse for Latest Hairball She&#39;s Hacked Up</title><atom:summary type="text">Just when I thought former Alaska Governor and Vice Presidential 
candidate Sarah Palin could no longer cause me to drop my jaw in 
disbelief, again she astounds me with her most unbelievable gaff yet.

In
 a note posted on her Facebook page accusing President Obama of lies and
 a cover-up regarding the attack on the consulate in Bhengazi, she wrote
 “President Obama&#39;s shuck and jive shtick with </atom:summary><link>http://themadgoddess.blogspot.com/2012/10/sarah-palins-faux-paux-just-another.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Judith-Ann)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhms34cke7JAPdjB2G3VO3OYZTFJ4K3PU00Z0Ve9tHVEMj7Im24M0QEbTdT-w0Dk2z7LeasdaPXC9BnW3ZeCFMkvq0dIsB3YZpG1C6ViLTKGLXt9qX2b2AbGWZ4R5z77Q2PT581KwJWZj4/s72-c/Sarah+Palin.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7112908205066997085.post-3811082954926318337</guid><pubDate>Wed, 01 Aug 2012 19:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-08-01T14:00:03.448-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">life unscheduled</category><title>LIFE UNSCHEDULED</title><atom:summary type="text">
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I made a visit to
the chiropractor yesterday hoping to rid myself of a persistent kink
in my lower back. Despite being outwardly out of shape, I went there thinking my framework was good. I practice yoga, I walk for exercise and lately I’ve
added swimming, all things that should promote good bone health and alignment.



Alas, my framework
is more a leaning Tower of Pizza
than a stalwart Statue</atom:summary><link>http://themadgoddess.blogspot.com/2012/02/them-bones-them-bones-them-dry-bones.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Judith-Ann)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihUznvj8H5tJoDRq7OETJlZgfHelrtkjG4xxPBGitpDEu9lQrsc0BbJrjIK-1Tfkqxg7UgHak9_P2k6VZpO9HjuE3LfA4XHiT-ff6SQhKBp6vEeFqd6cYqO-C_ShlVpQRxxRLCqfaIAe4/s72-c/leaning+tower.jpeg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7112908205066997085.post-4039249957641525535</guid><pubDate>Thu, 12 Jan 2012 20:35:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-01-12T14:53:56.786-06:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">aging gracelessly</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Empty Nesting</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">It&#39;s All Small Stuff</category><title>BACK IN THE SADDLE</title><atom:summary type="text">
My virtual-world friends David and Veronica, over at GypsyNesters,
were featured on Huffington Post lifestyle page today.&amp;nbsp;
I’m thrilled at their success, both in their chosen lifestyle and their
growing notoriety.&amp;nbsp; I&#39;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 </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="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgv-tnMQkC40sQGwKzBfYLMR4GaNt1c19-Wfp7hpOI6EnKSEB0wrnNe-AgCl9YwGVnZPilTIpWpMWADE54Mtlwlt6pE1YhJ65y1rnk9xm3RREgt-N5DQRTCtSkSFvOhCsSPd3VKk_GVz9I/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#">Empty Nesting</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Kids</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Rituals and Passages</category><title>I CONFESS - I HAVE HAD A SECRET LOVE</title><atom:summary type="text">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 type="text">
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I’m reading this book that says naming my private parts will empower me.&amp;nbsp; Now don’t laugh.&amp;nbsp; Men have been naming their “little men” for – well who knows for how long? I just know they do it.&amp;nbsp; If you don’t know that, it’s only</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="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhF07R1WHDaXEPp0mHs0ZtHqrCRZJjAtSj4x0TywxMeVL9hY8xqkFMoOUElL-Hh3jU3Vz8kA1LcVr4DY6IkeBkR8a4YgFOyrEiGc-_Lg1oRHJrn0O790KvRlBkbo9ahNRw0-B7DWgN0Ng/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#">aging gracelessly</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Battle of the Bulge</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Beauty and Image</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Celebrations - Holidays</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Health  and Self Care</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Older and Wiser</category><title>The Road to Hades is Paved With Good Intentions</title><atom:summary type="text">
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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.&amp;nbsp; We all know where the road of good intentions </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#">aging gracelessly</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#">Mars vs Venus</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Older and Wiser</category><title>SUNDAY DRIVES - DAY TRIPPING INTO RETIREMENT</title><atom:summary type="text">
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&amp;nbsp;“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 </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#">Celebrations - Holidays</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Rituals and Passages</category><title>THOUGHTS ON AUTUMN AND THANKSGIVING TURKEYS</title><atom:summary type="text">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#">Beauty and Image</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Health  and Self Care</category><title>WHEN PIGS FLY AND OTHER IMPROBABILITIES OF MIDDLE AGE</title><atom:summary type="text">To be or not to be; fit or fat, that is the question.&amp;nbsp; 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.&amp;nbsp; Okay, maybe </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="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDiDUdAbDjzYJkXecMgKWeUm98iTH81UTlXXVXvhX566oi7Acd18F95zrd40PwwmslEmMb0oOxnvyuRhxkXwfU-0_O1TrxDTQ2oOxd0Zd8o_60WNj1TvN7WPiKdSiEkoHPvvGw4pmFv9s/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#">aging gracelessly</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">It&#39;s All Small Stuff</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Older and Wiser</category><title>ARE YOU MORE THAN THE SUM OF YOUR OLD AGE COMPLAINTS?</title><atom:summary type="text">E-hem.&amp;nbsp; 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.&amp;nbsp; 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&amp;nbsp; if you can’t keep it positive keep it to </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#">Empty Nesting</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">It&#39;s All Small Stuff</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Marriage and Family</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Rituals and Passages</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Substance and Means</category><title>WHAT A LULU</title><atom:summary type="text">I’ve been quite busy since returning from my little island sojourn this past winter.&amp;nbsp; 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.&amp;nbsp; With a pool side </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="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtoe1dK48LgPrJl1IgRog0K_ztxMjMzck3nADz8noHQ37UzR-Fg18XQd8eq3lsOvsiaYK8hDGDBjhQpVoA5e-Q8ETc2ndkcg7l2HS0D9WADTl8JapVDJj5cLCBHRzUHTAeMemFs-hYH4Q/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 type="text">
 


 


 


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 </atom:summary><link>http://themadgoddess.blogspot.com/2010/03/driving-ms-blindasabat-saga-of-aging.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Judith-Ann)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoiOvjE6zcEMNYFZKP53Dbz8p2TTM-BgfTceYSmJJCzorqIFHfawCT_0WIVGfMUee1-FCYhIQOrpYewQ89sGq08sUjclfy8VryRRURiDJMnw_a35tChyphenhyphen9fBBeerKDambE98ZRbxikVwqE/s72-c/threesome.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7112908205066997085.post-152086484115911898</guid><pubDate>Thu, 04 Mar 2010 16:37:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-03-04T10:38:56.082-06:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Forgetfulness</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Kids</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Older and Wiser</category><title>I&#39;D RATHER LOSE MY CAR THAN MY PRIDE</title><atom:summary type="text">I told my daughter, a stay at home mom to two of my four grandchildren, that she has to get out of the house more often. She told me that was the old mom calling the young mom stuck in a rut.

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 type="text">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="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7blbdQ6TO8NBEM5RxChMXOqQI2E4miRXHepGP55p5iPq3XFzUOdG1AKRMbtFAycMweQFrWJPqT0GCeRtRPDKuON4mNL7Tk5kjysMQ_9nylGY6aD8IDtIhk5XtF34qh2HO6PbOM3R1MyQ/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#">Beauty and Image</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Mars vs Venus</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Rituals and Passages</category><title>IN SEARCH OF MERMAIDS</title><atom:summary type="text">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&#39;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="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5Lts9IX4I-WmKE9cMV9Fwi6wxdaSLbntZDBVWDCiXAjsqsH9RQYzf6zBGydQUaVrCy-JprmKZ6M1ptJoe1O9Vcb_K4FY9qfsNBfqkwJA7BtipysR-QzF6lvRHRRK8R3_M1nE7MCTP7vo/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#">Beauty and Image</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Don&#39;t mess with the MAD Goddess</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Older and Wiser</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Substance and Means</category><title></title><atom:summary type="text">

Some of you might notice that I run Google AD Sense on this blog. It’s making me fabulously wealthy&amp;nbsp; – 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 </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="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRqaIHBW9sU_HGVI9b3uhcW49aOwwwOC157m4kIHAebJ6BZCyHDYQuyqFl4MrhzEOokDtaqBiiHGq7skMz4z9ZpyO05oyHSvYeXKcUU0YrhlxrsL5eTsnBZz5mvYlriWPs51RmIupoIxg/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#">Battle of the Bulge</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Beauty and Image</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Older and Wiser</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Substance and Means</category><title>THE DEVIL MADE ME GET FAT.</title><atom:summary type="text">&amp;nbsp;I haven&#39;t done any holiday baking yet, &#39;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?&amp;nbsp; Think about it.).

Anyway, these things are evil in our house, the devil incarnate that makes my hips blossom and </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="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpm1AaMllIZXjiuC8fpASDXdev4LgKXTNc6pcXjsrhTyQV2MqWqEQmQLfHkVkcccRIH_fqCGOgeVEu7GyIck6X41m3xlPCI0UoWDrsG40ThRRw0CApZqVuEGEN6hEn3cm39ro9smqCsZE/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#">Beauty and Image</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Celebrations - Holidays</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Substance and Means</category><title>MAKING MY LIST AND CHECKING IT TWICE</title><atom:summary type="text">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="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8FpR92DjmRnv91E6vEI123yEIQO1DFXDJUCdE1glxUgcAaPksXn8eyNaweIR78E-nl6Ge2HjCmXMb3KQ068GFTrAFPAa7EXRamVPIT6iD-wE6e6whlor2PpyIidkxDxF1gZuXfp0praA/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#">Beauty and Image</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Celebrations - Holidays</category><title>TELL THE MIDLIFE LADY WHAT SHE&#39;S WON</title><atom:summary type="text">My thighs are rubbing together when I walk . . . again.&amp;nbsp; 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.&amp;nbsp; 


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 </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#">Beauty and Image</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Health  and Self Care</category><title>IF WARMED WRINKLED PUPPIES ARE CUTE, WHY NOT ME?</title><atom:summary type="text">My psychology teacher recently told the class that the early onset of puberty has been attributed to increased exposure to light – albeit artificial.&amp;nbsp; 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 </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></channel></rss>