tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8531975553199976742024-03-05T17:00:45.757-08:00LizzieAlone-CensoredLizzieAlonehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08027908278878418850noreply@blogger.comBlogger220125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-853197555319997674.post-60478490884419826842011-01-13T14:34:00.000-08:002011-01-13T14:35:38.084-08:00 <a href="http://www.everypoet.com/archive/poetry/Rudyard_Kipling/kipling_contents.htm">If<br />
by Rudyard Kipling (1865-1936)</a> <br />
<blockquote style="color: purple;">If you can keep your head when all about you<br />
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;<br />
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,<br />
But make allowance for their doubting too; </blockquote><blockquote style="color: purple;">If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,<br />
Or, being lied about, don’t deal in lies,<br />
Or, being hated, don’t give way to hating,<br />
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise; </blockquote><blockquote style="color: purple;">If you can dream – and not make dreams your master;<br />
If you can think – and not make thoughts your aim;<br />
If you can meet with triumph and disaster<br />
And treat those two imposters just the same; </blockquote><blockquote style="color: purple;">If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken<br />
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,<br />
Or watch the things you gave your life to broken,<br />
And stoop and build ‘em up with wornout tools; </blockquote><blockquote style="color: purple;">If you can make one heap of all your winnings<br />
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,<br />
And lose, and start again at your beginnings<br />
And never breath a word about your loss; </blockquote><blockquote style="color: purple;">If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew<br />
To serve your turn long after they are gone,<br />
And so hold on when there is nothing in you<br />
Except the Will which says to them: “Hold on”; </blockquote><blockquote style="color: purple;">If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,<br />
Or walk with kings – nor lose the common touch;<br />
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;<br />
If all men count with you, but none too much; </blockquote><blockquote style="color: purple;">If you can fill the unforgiving minute<br />
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run -<br />
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it . . .</blockquote><b>My husband signed the divorce papers today. This is good news. So, why can't I stop crying?</b>LizzieAlonehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08027908278878418850noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-853197555319997674.post-66916091442327604272011-01-10T10:17:00.000-08:002011-01-11T04:42:41.278-08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div>I am going back to <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">LizzieAlone.blogspot.com</span><br />
See you there!<br />
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Follow the link at the top of the pageLizzieAlonehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08027908278878418850noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-853197555319997674.post-22825066996877816012010-12-31T18:26:00.000-08:002010-12-31T19:46:41.818-08:00Happy New Year<div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span class="rg_ctlv"><a class="rg_hl" href="http://www.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http://www.firstlighttours.com/PHOTOS/pelicansun.jpg&imgrefurl=http://www.firstlighttours.com/fl_birds.html&usg=__ae1J0olP15jRkia_7n7PLYTfDgM=&h=309&w=470&sz=34&hl=en&start=12&sig2=C7T83O29RYy7-UiWc0FguQ&zoom=1&tbnid=BkZNCLzCCJP-HM:&tbnh=103&tbnw=157&ei=0I8eTcXuAoT68Aa76oG9Dg&prev=/images%3Fq%3Dbird%2Btaking%2Bflight%26hl%3Den%26client%3Dfirefox-a%26hs%3DfEX%26sa%3DX%26rls%3Dorg.mozilla:en-US:official%26biw%3D875%26bih%3D539%26tbs%3Disch:1&itbs=1&iact=hc&vpx=120&vpy=251&dur=454&hovh=149&hovw=227&tx=171&ty=79&oei=yo8eTZyeNcH6lweFuIDDCw&esq=2&page=2&ndsp=14&ved=1t:429,r:0,s:12" id="rg_hl"><img class="rg_hi" data-height="182" data-width="277" height="182" id="rg_hi" src="http://t1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcTFG8sE2VYoNDjDFxucyd21CzX3NngJomFXmy8SxZCG6HsH3moW" style="height: 182px; width: 277px;" width="277" /></a></span> </div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span> </div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"> ~Desiderata~ <br />
Go placidly amid the noise and the haste, <br />
And remember what peace there may be in silence. <br />
As far as possible, without surrender, <br />
Be on good terms with all persons. <br />
Speak your truth quietly and clearly; <br />
And listen to others, <br />
Even to the dull and ignorant; <br />
They too have their story. <br />
<b>Avoid loud and aggressive persons; <br />
They are vexatious to the spirit. </b><br />
If you compare yourself with others, <br />
You may become vain or bitter, <br />
For always, there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself. <br />
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Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans. </span> <span style="font-size: small;"><br />
Keep interested in your own career, however humble, <br />
It is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time. <br />
Exercise caution in your business affairs, <br />
For the world is full of trickery. <br />
But let this not blind you to what virtue there is; <br />
Many persons strive for high ideals, and everywhere <br />
Life is full of heroism. <br />
<br />
Be yourself. </span> <span style="font-size: small;"><br />
Especially, do not feign affection. <br />
Neither be cynical about love, <br />
For in the face of all aridity and disenchantment, <br />
It is as perennial as the grass. <br />
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Take kindly the counsel of the years, </span> <span style="font-size: small;"><br />
Gracefully surrendering the things of youth. <br />
Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune. <br />
But do not distress yourself with dark imaginings. <br />
Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness. <br />
Beyond a wholesome discipline, <br />
<b>Be gentle with yourself. <br />
<br />
You are a child of the universe <br />
No less than the trees and the stars; <br />
You have a right to be here. <br />
And whether or not it is clear to you, <br />
No doubt the universe is unfolding as it should. <br />
</b><br />
Therefore be at peace with your higher power, </span> <span style="font-size: small;"><br />
Whatever you conceive it to be. <br />
And whatever your labors and aspirations, in the noisy confusion of life, <br />
Keep peace in your soul. <br />
With all its sham, drudgery and broken dreams, <br />
<b>It is still a beautiful world. <br />
Be cheerful. Strive to be happy. </b></span> <span style="font-size: small;"><br />
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Namaste, Happy New Year and the Brightest of Blessings,</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Love, LizzieAlone </span> </div>LizzieAlonehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08027908278878418850noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-853197555319997674.post-81216581047080429632010-12-30T04:30:00.000-08:002010-12-30T04:30:17.441-08:00I saw this old girl in her jeep outside the Winn Dixie yesterday, Jimmy Buffet blasting on the radio, not a human in sight.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SIo5lv3wLB4/TRx7F9dBOmI/AAAAAAAABWY/th6ilFDWiww/s1600/og.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SIo5lv3wLB4/TRx7F9dBOmI/AAAAAAAABWY/th6ilFDWiww/s400/og.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>LizzieAlonehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08027908278878418850noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-853197555319997674.post-65377279474479067572010-12-27T16:05:00.000-08:002010-12-27T16:05:25.258-08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SIo5lv3wLB4/TRkfbwYDXdI/AAAAAAAABVw/1N38xi6Y79Q/s1600/i.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SIo5lv3wLB4/TRkfbwYDXdI/AAAAAAAABVw/1N38xi6Y79Q/s320/i.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>Sue and I drove up to the Miccosukee Indian Village for their annual arts festival where we met up with Gloria, David, Marilyn and Maryann. I am not naming names here but we got hopelessly lost and it took <i>hours</i> to get there due to <i>someone</i> thinking she knew where she was going. She didn't. I'm just saying... Anyhoo, they have world champion dancers from Santa Fe, from Saskatchewan, from all over the U.S. and Canada and they are just fabulous. Here are some pictures for your perusal . . . <br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SIo5lv3wLB4/TRkf3Wmh4pI/AAAAAAAABV0/Y8MrxCnGJDw/s1600/ii.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SIo5lv3wLB4/TRkf3Wmh4pI/AAAAAAAABV0/Y8MrxCnGJDw/s320/ii.jpg" width="213" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SIo5lv3wLB4/TRkgj6M38uI/AAAAAAAABV4/MKjqdqEaUhw/s1600/iii.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SIo5lv3wLB4/TRkgj6M38uI/AAAAAAAABV4/MKjqdqEaUhw/s320/iii.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>These guys were the drummers and singers for the dancers. I was practically deaf by the time I left. They were awesome.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SIo5lv3wLB4/TRkhEmM_S6I/AAAAAAAABV8/tPLnKn5KocI/s1600/iiii.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SIo5lv3wLB4/TRkhEmM_S6I/AAAAAAAABV8/tPLnKn5KocI/s320/iiii.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SIo5lv3wLB4/TRkiLMqTW0I/AAAAAAAABWM/0XtRUwHh9oY/s1600/ikk.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SIo5lv3wLB4/TRkiLMqTW0I/AAAAAAAABWM/0XtRUwHh9oY/s320/ikk.jpg" width="320" /> </a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">An observation: The women have the most boring dances, can't even move their arms, just get to make their fringe swing, which apparently the men think is something to brag about. Ooooh, buckskin dancers... while the men get the best outfits, the best feathers and the best dances. hmmmmm</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I must say though, the obvious pride these people take in their heritage and their desire to share it with others is really inspiring. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SIo5lv3wLB4/TRkifcvwGnI/AAAAAAAABWU/MuAXs5O7gDM/s1600/il.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SIo5lv3wLB4/TRkifcvwGnI/AAAAAAAABWU/MuAXs5O7gDM/s320/il.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SIo5lv3wLB4/TRkiX2uO5_I/AAAAAAAABWQ/zQxy3JV79kk/s1600/ikkk.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SIo5lv3wLB4/TRkiX2uO5_I/AAAAAAAABWQ/zQxy3JV79kk/s320/ikkk.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>Sweet grass braids, white sage (I got a bundle), lavender (G and M bought me some-thanks!), and every herb, bark and berry you could think of and then some. Smelled heavenly.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SIo5lv3wLB4/TRkhW5OXr6I/AAAAAAAABWE/dE4ssMjbKBw/s1600/ijj.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SIo5lv3wLB4/TRkhW5OXr6I/AAAAAAAABWE/dE4ssMjbKBw/s320/ijj.jpg" width="213" /></a></div>Unlike the food on offer. Spam and tomato. Really?? The food totally sucked. I had the Indian Taco. Don't ask.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SIo5lv3wLB4/TRkhQekGL4I/AAAAAAAABWA/RLypdivrRHE/s1600/ij.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SIo5lv3wLB4/TRkhQekGL4I/AAAAAAAABWA/RLypdivrRHE/s320/ij.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>ya think??<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SIo5lv3wLB4/TRkhh_lN2DI/AAAAAAAABWI/XSQaCDxa9Rc/s1600/ijjj.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SIo5lv3wLB4/TRkhh_lN2DI/AAAAAAAABWI/XSQaCDxa9Rc/s320/ijjj.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>And finally, I like to think this gator and the turtle are snuggling up together in the cold Florida weather (20 degrees below normal today, but I'm not going to complain even a little about a high temp of 66 degrees -- I watched the news this morning. Zoiks!) So, all in all a fun day - in spite of all the driving. Let's not go <i>there</i> again . . . Sue.LizzieAlonehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08027908278878418850noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-853197555319997674.post-76176253764648570372010-12-25T18:57:00.000-08:002010-12-25T19:01:56.272-08:00The girls and I went for a walk before bed tonight. Christmas night. Kind of tough to look through lighted windows in the neighborhood and see people celebrating, hear the music, the laughter, around a table, tree lit up, and not think of years past. <br />
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My husband and I celebrated together, just the two of us, every single year for 27 years. Over half of my life - and his. <br />
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Now, don't get me wrong. Karen and Chuck, Mary, all invited me to their homes last night, Lu and Tom for tonight; Leslie and Tom brought by lobster ceviche on their way to Miami today; Gloria and David and Marilyn came by for a swim.<br />
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A secret Santa left flowers on my stairway. <br />
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I opened presents from my mom and dad, my sister, and Rita and Sue. Family called from Chattanooga, Michigan and Massachusetts.<br />
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I feel incredibly lucky. And ridiculously sad.LizzieAlonehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08027908278878418850noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-853197555319997674.post-60893116558328962472010-12-25T06:19:00.000-08:002010-12-26T13:47:45.760-08:00just can't help myselfIt's impossible to avoid Christmas. Everywhere you go, all over the TV, on the radio, you are bombarded with it. Probably why I have this song stuck in my head - just can't turn it off . . . <br />
<span class="rg_ctlv"><a class="rg_hl" href="http://www.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http://www.cac-ocala.org/images/choir1.jpg&imgrefurl=http://www.cac-ocala.org/ministries.html&usg=__sGYOA-DL8HGyLPUzHksto1p__48=&h=343&w=415&sz=23&hl=en&start=0&sig2=-4KYUcUYZ2a50z6OPG7EKA&zoom=1&tbnid=Z0x1V3nx2V6ztM:&tbnh=162&tbnw=196&ei=VvwVTaLlGYSs8AbDk7XcDQ&prev=/images%3Fq%3Dchoir%26hl%3Den%26client%3Dfirefox-a%26hs%3DULq%26sa%3DX%26rls%3Dorg.mozilla:en-US:official%26biw%3D984%26bih%3D607%26tbs%3Disch:1%26prmd%3Divns&itbs=1&iact=hc&vpx=143&vpy=287&dur=19&hovh=204&hovw=247&tx=138&ty=100&oei=Q_wVTa3VBoGclgf19qi-Cw&esq=6&page=1&ndsp=8&ved=1t:429,r:4,s:0" id="rg_hl"><img class="rg_hi" data-height="204" data-width="247" height="204" id="rg_hi" src="http://t1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcS3AqTKLMe4XzGJvYQQ-eF2XOLoK__ZluYxE6KbcNAYydRJoPDs" style="height: 204px; width: 247px;" width="247" /> </a></span><br />
<span class="rg_ctlv"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">XXXX'snuts roasting on an open fire . . . </span></span><span class="rg_ctlv"><a class="rg_hl" href="http://www.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http://www.thetop10blog.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/05/MusicalNotes.jpg&imgrefurl=http://www.thetop10blog.com/top-10-unique-music-people/&usg=__Vy7-S2CLG6llwI0M22u3DZa0YZM=&h=277&w=433&sz=68&hl=en&start=0&sig2=77PsXQdKHGjzHjkfuHAvJA&zoom=1&tbnid=eR8Qz_6TV6TB5M:&tbnh=131&tbnw=204&ei=1vwVTcDoIoOKlweRvam_Cw&prev=/images%3Fq%3Dmusical%2Bnotes%26hl%3Den%26client%3Dfirefox-a%26hs%3DF3%26rls%3Dorg.mozilla:en-US:official%26biw%3D984%26bih%3D607%26tbs%3Disch:1&itbs=1&iact=hc&vpx=668&vpy=255&dur=484&hovh=179&hovw=281&tx=113&ty=89&oei=1vwVTcDoIoOKlweRvam_Cw&esq=1&page=1&ndsp=8&ved=1t:429,r:7,s:0" id="rg_hl"><img class="rg_hi" data-height="179" data-width="281" height="179" id="rg_hi" src="http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcTQ1mxMhwzAvN_TqwnrJEjpF2P8R30Dc2HGMlfXqEBTbyDyW8bs4Q" style="height: 179px; width: 281px;" width="281" /></a></span>LizzieAlonehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08027908278878418850noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-853197555319997674.post-30248310299737781602010-12-24T17:48:00.000-08:002010-12-24T17:48:19.686-08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SIo5lv3wLB4/TRVLLxI4KkI/AAAAAAAABVo/h9NL6B9jHfI/s1600/ll.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="239" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SIo5lv3wLB4/TRVLLxI4KkI/AAAAAAAABVo/h9NL6B9jHfI/s320/ll.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>So many kind, compassionate and loving people here in the Fabulous Florida Keys, and as always, some extra help needed for the doggies and kitties so here is what I've been up to. --Ok, so I have to dish . . . the perfectly lovely lady who does the baking is generous enough to provide little recipe cards gratis - ONLY if someone buys the baked good, of course. So, my first day I was looking thru them and here is the one to hand out if someone buys a yummy brownie:<br />
<div style="text-align: center;">BROWNIES</div><div style="text-align: center;">1 box Dncan Hines Brownie Mix (plain)</div><div style="text-align: center;">Follow recipe on box</div><div style="text-align: center;">Use all ingredients noted</div><div style="text-align: center;">Add 1/2 cup ground nuts to the recipe</div><div style="text-align: center;">Bake as directed on box</div><div style="text-align: left;">I am so deliriously happy reading this </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div>LizzieAlonehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08027908278878418850noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-853197555319997674.post-58839425109014411042010-12-23T04:44:00.000-08:002010-12-23T04:44:12.054-08:00Tripping down to Key WestMy Daddy wrote me and said he missed reading my blog post. Oops - my bad. Once again losing sight of the here and now, silly me. Looking forward to the holiday passing without participating and then maybe, just maybe, escaping this purgatory that has become my life. SO, here I sit with a cup of peppermint tea and Clannad singing in the background . . . <br />
(Will we treasure all the secrets with life's changing scenes<br />
Where our hearts were warm with love, so much love<br />
Will the flowers grow again as I open out my hand<br />
Precious time, time for healing<br />
The beauty of this land)<br />
BUT I DIGRESS . . . Well, I had a free night at a Westin about to expire so I called up the folks in Old Town Key West and made a reservation. The fabulous Florence, one of a handful I trust to stay with the girls, was available and off I went. I always loved the trip down and never having done it by myself, savored every moment. I stopped off at Ann's Beach in lower Matecumbe:<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SIo5lv3wLB4/TRKn_kaj5FI/AAAAAAAABUs/cPzuKIwDeo4/s1600/ba.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SIo5lv3wLB4/TRKn_kaj5FI/AAAAAAAABUs/cPzuKIwDeo4/s320/ba.jpg" width="320" /> </a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Did you know there are 42 bridges connecting more than 100 islands over a distance of 126 miles and that 15 percent of the total travel time is spent on bridges? (I didn't either; I saw it on Wikipedia.) Anyhoo, how beautiful, right?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SIo5lv3wLB4/TRKrDbkVZII/AAAAAAAABUw/9RUi1lYeCIE/s1600/bb.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SIo5lv3wLB4/TRKrDbkVZII/AAAAAAAABUw/9RUi1lYeCIE/s320/bb.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SIo5lv3wLB4/TRKrav3F57I/AAAAAAAABU0/6CInAfY6RTE/s1600/bc.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SIo5lv3wLB4/TRKrav3F57I/AAAAAAAABU0/6CInAfY6RTE/s320/bc.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> Here's a shot of the 7-mile bridge while I'm going over it - woohoo! (no worries, Mom, totally safe-hardly any oncoming traffic.) I arrived in Key West in time to walk to our - no, make that MY - fave lunch spot: Alonzo's. The BEST margarita and crab salad lunch ever. I spotted Appledore on my way there (used to see her in Boothbay Harbor, Maine), <a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SIo5lv3wLB4/TRKs8tg167I/AAAAAAAABU4/t6kDVKX6xxs/s1600/bd.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SIo5lv3wLB4/TRKs8tg167I/AAAAAAAABU4/t6kDVKX6xxs/s320/bd.jpg" width="320" /></a> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">shot a picture of these pelicans begging for fish while I caught up with all the news in the Key West Citizen, </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SIo5lv3wLB4/TRKtvHAriEI/AAAAAAAABU8/L4M0Qvgcty8/s1600/be.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SIo5lv3wLB4/TRKtvHAriEI/AAAAAAAABU8/L4M0Qvgcty8/s320/be.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> and almost hurled when I spotted this hairy back. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SIo5lv3wLB4/TRKuCVdrFrI/AAAAAAAABVA/wWVOd-OoUnY/s1600/bf.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SIo5lv3wLB4/TRKuCVdrFrI/AAAAAAAABVA/wWVOd-OoUnY/s320/bf.jpg" width="213" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">OMG, I mean seriously, does he have a clue? Typical male, probably doesn't care and thinks we'd all benefit from gazing upon the disgusting pelt sprouting from his back. I personally would be willing to finance a (hideously painful) waxing session. Hearing his agonized screams would be music to my ears. Woopsie, I seem to be getting carried away. . . so gross I did the Duval Street Crawl and stopped at some of my favorite places, most notably Fast Buck Freddy's, the Wyland gallery, and Fresh Produce. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SIo5lv3wLB4/TRKwOFIuNfI/AAAAAAAABVE/j_gYMjrqK8Q/s1600/bi.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SIo5lv3wLB4/TRKwOFIuNfI/AAAAAAAABVE/j_gYMjrqK8Q/s320/bi.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I checked into my hotel and I want to show you my view. I was on the ground floor which was totally convenient because I could access the pier right outside my door. Here was the view when I checked in and here is what I saw when I woke up the next morning! wow</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SIo5lv3wLB4/TRK1wHQUf5I/AAAAAAAABVM/er1NfIuc184/s1600/bp.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SIo5lv3wLB4/TRK1wHQUf5I/AAAAAAAABVM/er1NfIuc184/s320/bp.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>Of course, I went to Sunset Celebration and I present here for your amusement, the sword swallower and the juggler guy. Both have been a part of sunset since we started coming to Key West. (Sword swallower said it was his 60th birthday but I think he might have been lying. For one thing he was trying to up his tips and also, he looked more like 72, although I guess swallowing swords every night might age you prematurely. Would also like to say that he had no front teeth so I'm sure that helped with his act- doh! or maybe that's how he lost them.) <br />
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BUT, instead I will tell you about the hawk with the broken wing that Sophie flushed out of the grass at 6:00 this morning. Poor thing couldn't fly and tried to hop away. I'm sure I woke up the neighborhood screaming at Lucy to leave it alone. I ran home and called the Wild Bird Center and woke someone up, waited while she found a pencil to take the info, and within a half hour, a guy showed up and rescued my bird. Yay. <br />
So, the moral of my story? Heck if I know. But I'm so happy about the bird and it's rescue and it snapped me out of the pity party I was having.<br />
If you're looking for a worthy charity, why not give a little somethin somethin to the Wild Bird Center in Key Largo this holiday season?<br />
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So, yesterday I went with the Red Hats for a tour of the gardens at Kona Kai and a look at their art gallery. Well, I have a new fave artist. I love his paintings. He is from the Netherlands, resides in France and is Dirk Verdoorn. The show dealt mostly with his paintings of the Miami River but also included one of a barge in France and one of the Spiegel Grove in Key Largo (that's the ship they sunk to make an artificial reef.) Anyhoo, Think hyper-realism on the water. This was my favorite and the photo doesn't do it justice. Gorgeous paintings.<br />
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Afterwards, we all went to Snapper's for lunch which was wonderful, as always.<br />
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I would also like to report that it was my BFF's birthday! You go Leslie!<br />
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And, just one more: Look at this cute little Hanukkha gift I made. Sweet! <br />
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Just wondering, that's all.LizzieAlonehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08027908278878418850noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-853197555319997674.post-17397831332447584962010-12-06T04:43:00.000-08:002010-12-06T04:43:46.473-08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SIo5lv3wLB4/TPzVXjX8B8I/AAAAAAAABUU/JqneV_7ThIg/s1600/pa.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SIo5lv3wLB4/TPzVXjX8B8I/AAAAAAAABUU/JqneV_7ThIg/s320/pa.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>Another feeding frenzy on Saturday when the Florida Keys Quilters held their annual holiday party. And, there were some fabulous gifts, let me tell you, many handmade, all sewing related. Heaven. Some of the ladies went to Edna's house earlier in the week to do the decorating and the whole house looked so fabulous. We met at 10am on Saturday to lay out the food and do the cooking and schmooze. Then, everyone is organized in a big circle in the living room, with their own present in their lap. Edna perches in her chair and starts to read: Confessions of a Fabric-holic. Very funny book and every time the word "fabric" comes up, you pass your gift to the left. Until the end, at which time the gifts have gone around 40 or so women about one and a half times. At the end of the book, the gift you get is the one in your hands. Lots of laughs and fun when we all open presents and then, the feeding frenzy begins.<br />
<img height="185" id="il_fi" src="http://www.germanfiredept.org/NEIGHBORHOOD/sad-ice_cube_cartoon.gif" style="padding-bottom: 8px; padding-right: 8px; padding-top: 8px;" width="200" />So, we are having record cold temps here in the Keys. Only in the 50's this morning and, in the 40's tomorrow morning which is unheard of here!! I. Feel. So. Guilty. What a time to have Sophie shaved. Poor baby is naked! I wish I were a faster knitter, I'd knit her a sweater.LizzieAlonehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08027908278878418850noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-853197555319997674.post-80987469017335520962010-12-03T14:23:00.000-08:002010-12-03T15:18:43.213-08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SIo5lv3wLB4/TPlr18z2vWI/AAAAAAAABUE/w1G3MMdGIa4/s1600/so.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SIo5lv3wLB4/TPlr18z2vWI/AAAAAAAABUE/w1G3MMdGIa4/s320/so.jpg" width="240" /></a></div>Very traumatic morning. Lucy and I left Sophie in the capable hands of Debbie. My baby's first haircut! Debbie wouldn't let me stay and it took three hours to shave it all off. So, Lucy and I went shopping, took a walk and watched the clock. Well, here is the little princess with her hairdresser and then giving me the goo goo eyes. She still has the hair on her head and on her tail. How cute is this girl!!! <br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SIo5lv3wLB4/TPltc5plRSI/AAAAAAAABUQ/h-THq3XsBSw/s1600/so3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SIo5lv3wLB4/TPltc5plRSI/AAAAAAAABUQ/h-THq3XsBSw/s320/so3.jpg" width="240" /></a></div>This afternoon, I picked up Sue and Elizabeth and then drove down for Carol Ann's holiday party. Her decorations were great and the food, OMG the food. So much, so good, so full. At one point, Carol Ann disappeared and Santa appeared (coincidence? I don't think so.) Santa had a gift for each and every one of us. So generous. Here she is, surrounded by her legion of fans.<br />
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So, yesterday I went to the annual holiday luncheon for Mariners Hospital. Fun to see old friends and catch up. We sang Christmas carols and had a really nice lunch at Braza Lena in Islamorada. I did NOT win the raffle basket which put a slight damper on the afternoon. hmmmmph<br />
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Well, I get home and this is what my neighbor across the street is up to:<br />
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Ok, I don't think too much about it -- until dark. OMG, it's like Wrigley Field is right across the street! Thankfully, my bedroom is on the other side of the house AND I don't need a flashlight when I walk the dogs at night!<br />
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And, finally, I did not mean to be alarmist with my last post. Just wanted to share the information. My friend Karen emailed me this morning to say that her father-in-law had the same thing, had to leave his practice early because of it, but then lived to 103. Woohoo!LizzieAlonehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08027908278878418850noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-853197555319997674.post-18427081262792658722010-12-01T14:19:00.000-08:002010-12-01T14:19:48.455-08:00So I spent a good part of the day at the hospital yesterday. Those of you who see me regularly are almost as entirely sick of my cough as I am. Well yesterday, I finally got a diagnosis. I'm on a waiting list to see a pulmonary specialist now.<br />
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So you know how I always said if they gave me 6 months to live the first thing I'd do is go out and buy a carton of cigarettes? The irony here is if comes to that, I won't be able to summon the breath to smoke!! Life is just SO not fair!<br />
Anyhoo, here's the 411 on my diagnosis:<br />
<h1><span style="font-size: small;">Chronic Obstructive Pulmonary Disease</span></h1><span style="font-size: small;"><b></b></span> <table align="center" border="0"><tbody>
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<h2><span style="font-size: small;">General Information on COPD</span></h2><span style="font-size: small;">Chronic obstructive pulmonary disease, or COPD, is an umbrella term for two respiratory illnesses - chronic obstructive bronchitis and/or emphysema. There are 16 million Americans who have been diagnosed with COPD, of whom 14 million have chronic bronchitis and 2 million have emphysema. COPD results primarily from smoking tobacco. Smoking causes damage to the airways and the lungs. This lung damage continues to progress with the use of tobacco. Average current and former smokers will likely not notice or acknowledge symptoms for several years as this is a slowly progressing disease, characterized by a decreased ability of the lungs to provide the body's oxygen demand and remove carbon dioxide.<br />
</span><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: small;">Affected individuals typically notice their first symptoms (shortness of breath) when they reach their 40s or 50s. However, earlier signs of COPD are often present. These include chronic cough and increased mucus production. Recognizing these early signs is important because lifestyle modifications, such as <a href="http://medicine.med.miami.edu/x653.xml">smoking cessation</a> and avoidance of respiratory irritants, may prevent additional damage to the airways.<br />
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COPD affects the patient’s quality of life significantly. Patients alter their lifestyles because they become short of breath after minimal exertion. Physical activities take longer to complete. Also, fatigue, frustration and depression can become a problem.</span></span><br />
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</span> </span>LizzieAlonehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08027908278878418850noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-853197555319997674.post-84852735527738555882010-11-30T18:11:00.000-08:002010-11-30T18:12:14.156-08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SIo5lv3wLB4/TPWth3pj63I/AAAAAAAABT0/gOJIwJyLoHs/s1600/su.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SIo5lv3wLB4/TPWth3pj63I/AAAAAAAABT0/gOJIwJyLoHs/s320/su.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>This is where the girls and I greet the dawn each day. Sunrise never disappoints, is always spectacular, always different, always there! And the sun comes up to the accompaniment of the neighborhood roosters screeching away. I love it.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SIo5lv3wLB4/TPWuGBCiQcI/AAAAAAAABT4/UQTslCI0mZk/s1600/su1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SIo5lv3wLB4/TPWuGBCiQcI/AAAAAAAABT4/UQTslCI0mZk/s320/su1.jpg" width="240" /></a></div>And, here is a sweet little bag I whipped up yesterday. How cute is that?!LizzieAlonehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08027908278878418850noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-853197555319997674.post-35193010074035711992010-11-27T16:29:00.000-08:002010-11-27T16:29:01.857-08:00Guess what?I backed into a car in the Walgreen's parking lot this morning. What the H-E double toothpicks is going on here?? Phase of the moon? Wha???LizzieAlonehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08027908278878418850noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-853197555319997674.post-60261057369171405482010-11-26T14:09:00.000-08:002010-11-26T14:09:12.169-08:00I can't believe it. I just can't believe it. Today I got a ticket for speeding. Don't get me wrong, I speed all the time. It's a miracle I haven't gotten stopped before. But, not in the Keys. Nope, I set the cruise control and go the speed limit here. So today I was going up Card Sound Road and didn't notice when the speed limit went from 55 to 45 for a short period of time. Busted. 54 in a 45mph zone. Dam it. Dam cop. <img class="rg_hi" data-height="197" data-width="256" height="197" id="rg_hi" src="http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcRcqAEBa0lLd7ZHZulL4lQlKFiT5jYAk5W5nv1bcaBvX1KptbLwJA" style="height: 197px; width: 256px;" width="256" /> So, now I have had three tickets in the period of three weeks, after 30+ years with none! It makes me so dam MAD arrrrrghghghgh.<img class="rg_hi" data-height="184" data-width="275" height="184" id="rg_hi" src="http://t1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcT8ArQNTjV2Wz4s6SDXHYu4bOud6CEPGW3l-FEqKlIzsDnZPUYN" style="height: 184px; width: 275px;" width="275" />LizzieAlonehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08027908278878418850noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-853197555319997674.post-45993776884394881562010-11-25T15:15:00.000-08:002010-11-25T15:15:17.824-08:00I have to say that it was a lot easier to ignore Thanksgiving last year when I was in Ireland. Here, it is everywhere. Do I feel sadness and loss? Yes. Thanksgiving was always special for my husband and me. Alone and forgotten? Only for about 5 seconds. Then, my mom and dad, my sister and niece, and my friends, Leslie and Lu, all called me. Most of all today? I feel grateful, thankful. So lucky to be alive in this beautiful world with my wonderful family and friends. Next Thanksgiving will be even better. Happy Thanksgiving, everyone.LizzieAlonehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08027908278878418850noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-853197555319997674.post-49948519686895232102010-11-24T14:46:00.000-08:002010-11-25T08:06:23.038-08:00Got blond again today and straightened. Some guys selling flowers came in to the shop while I was there. These roses? $5 for a dozen! I bought them for myself. Because they are beautiful and I am worth it. They even smell wonderful. Bonus!!<br />
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</a>Finished the Mermaid Chair by Sue Monk Kidd. Can't believe they got back together. Wrong!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Is this what I look like??</div>LizzieAlonehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08027908278878418850noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-853197555319997674.post-72243219903438154362010-11-24T04:22:00.000-08:002010-11-24T04:22:50.418-08:00Good morning!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SIo5lv3wLB4/TO0DRwcUM-I/AAAAAAAABTo/f8ranDLbB74/s1600/pal.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SIo5lv3wLB4/TO0DRwcUM-I/AAAAAAAABTo/f8ranDLbB74/s320/pal.jpg" width="240" /></a></div>Here is what morning looks like on my street.LizzieAlonehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08027908278878418850noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-853197555319997674.post-51920206563378010922010-11-21T05:15:00.000-08:002010-11-21T05:15:07.361-08:00In the Pink<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SIo5lv3wLB4/TOkYxv-QkQI/AAAAAAAABTc/D-tt1Qa_v9E/s1600/pi.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="214" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SIo5lv3wLB4/TOkYxv-QkQI/AAAAAAAABTc/D-tt1Qa_v9E/s320/pi.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>I went to a Red Hat luncheon but I had to wear pink because I'm not old enough for red yet. Ha! Check out my cool chapeau. (I am so not good at taking my own picture) Big payoff from the luncheon: an extra ticket was available for Oliver Twist in Coral Gables this afternoon. Fun! So, then I was in Walgreens and picked up this snorkel and a pair of flip flops so I'm good to go. Check out Sophie, Come on in mom, the water's fine!<br />
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Instead, I made my way to Homestead, missing my GPS every mile of the way, and landed at BJ's wholesale. I had received a temporary free membership in the mail. Oh my. What a place. A huge warehouse filled with <i>stuff</i>. No pressure to be home until afternoon so I shopped. And I shopped. Now, I want you to know I bought staples. I did not buy anything frivolous until . . . there is an announcement over the loudspeaker, FREE GIFT, show up in the main aisle by aisle 6 and get your FREE GIFT. Well ok, I am all in favor of a free gift. So, I cruise over there. <br />
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Look at this cute girl. When about a dozen of us show up at aisle 6, there she is. Now, this girl could sell ice cubes to an Eskimo, or however that metaphor goes. She teases us for about five minutes and then hands us our free gift. A glasses cleaning cloth. Really? Then she says it's our "ticket" and we will need it at the end of her presentation because we are the first ones here and will need to prove that only we are worthy of what is to come. Hmmmm, ok, I won't walk away yet . . . Then, with much fanfare, out comes Mr. Sticky. That's right, Mr. Sticky. Mr. Sticky is apparently a very hot commodity that is just minutes away from being sold on QVC (for those of you not in the know, that is the shopping channel and a complete waste of time if you ask me but anyhoo...) Mr. Sticky (and why not Ms. Sticky I wonder since women are the ones who do the cleaning. Men are too freaking lazy plus they just don't care but I digress) PICKS UP ALMOST EVERYTHING. Mr. Sticky is the lint roller that never needs refills. Then she demonstrates Mr. Sticky on different surfaces and fabrics, picking up crumbs, hair, etc. Mr. Sticky picks up lint, fuzz, dust, dirt, pet hair and even picks up broken glass! Just rinse Mr. Sticky in hot water, and occasionally use soap, then massage Mr. Sticky - I swear I am not making that up! Ok, I'm thinking, how much because I'm not buying it. Only $24.95 she says and I think no way and then she says but WAIT that's not all. Today only when you buy Mr. Sticky, you get this mini Mr. Sticky or Mr. Sticky Junior or something like that. Fits right in your purse, cute as a button. Ohh I think, but no, too much money. Then, and I told you this girl is good, out comes a mega-Mr. Sticky, telescoping handle and all! You can even clean your floor with it, curtains, ceiling fans, DOG HAIR, etc. Oh, I've got to have that. How much? How much? I figure if it is $10 or under, I'm getting it. She says today only, $24.95 . . . pause for effect . . . YOU GET ALL THREE MR. STICKYs!!!! Everyone in the crowd bought at least one. Buy some for Christmas gifts! Many people bought two, three, four. Well, how could I not. She was that gooooood.<br />
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