<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2425125</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:41:32.197-04:00</updated><title type='text'>GJ Willis' Art Notes</title><subtitle type='html'>The Adventures and Misadventures of a Neer Do Well Artist Living in Baltimore. </subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willisgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425125/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willisgirl.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425125/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>gail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15259171403982375194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t5HGTDtT-18/SdiCua_QTgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ScVZ6HP23tA/S220/1214388573_m.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1509</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2425125.post-3103496435894327279</id><published>2011-02-17T06:10:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T06:12:00.749-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>WoW!! Just checked back at my blog and noticed my page count has hit 1 BILLION!!!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willisgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3103496435894327279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2425125&amp;postID=3103496435894327279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425125/posts/default/3103496435894327279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425125/posts/default/3103496435894327279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willisgirl.blogspot.com/2011/02/wow-just-checked-back-at-my-blog-and.html' title=''/><author><name>gail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15259171403982375194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t5HGTDtT-18/SdiCua_QTgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ScVZ6HP23tA/S220/1214388573_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2425125.post-1069806602420748515</id><published>2009-04-15T05:02:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T05:37:23.031-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today is tax day. Im feeling a bit down because it's raining today. Rain means I can not use my Xootr Roma kick scooter to get down to the lightrail station.  I do not like to use MTA buses in the morning because they have a tendency to be unpredictable. Sometimes they arrive early, sometimes late. This is fine and dandy if you need to catch the bus to go to one place.  But I am catching the bus </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willisgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1069806602420748515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2425125&amp;postID=1069806602420748515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425125/posts/default/1069806602420748515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425125/posts/default/1069806602420748515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willisgirl.blogspot.com/2009/04/today-is-tax-day.html' title=''/><author><name>gail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15259171403982375194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t5HGTDtT-18/SdiCua_QTgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ScVZ6HP23tA/S220/1214388573_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2425125.post-7709603106455862486</id><published>2009-04-05T06:10:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T06:34:19.874-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today, I decided to start doing more updates on my blog. The reason I have not blogged since last summer is because I was and still am trying to deal with my fathers death. My mother died several years ago.  I can not recall the exact year she died. The only thing I can recall is that after she died I could not bring and still can not bring myself to watch the TV show Friends. The reason being is</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willisgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7709603106455862486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2425125&amp;postID=7709603106455862486' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425125/posts/default/7709603106455862486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425125/posts/default/7709603106455862486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willisgirl.blogspot.com/2009/04/today-i-decided-to-start-doing-more.html' title=''/><author><name>gail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15259171403982375194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t5HGTDtT-18/SdiCua_QTgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ScVZ6HP23tA/S220/1214388573_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2425125.post-5795474591458796689</id><published>2008-07-18T20:22:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T21:39:38.119-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>TRYING TO CHEER MYSELF UPLast evening in an attempt to cheer myself up I watched Dr. Horrible’s Sing Along Blog.  It is an internet movie writen and directed by Joss Whedon who did Firefly, Buffy the Vampire Slayer, and Angel.  He is amongst my favourite Hollywood writers.  My others are the usual suspects that geeky, nerdy people like myself are into, Kevin Smith, Russel T. Davies, and Steve </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willisgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5795474591458796689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2425125&amp;postID=5795474591458796689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425125/posts/default/5795474591458796689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425125/posts/default/5795474591458796689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willisgirl.blogspot.com/2008/07/trying-to-cheer-myself-up-last-evening.html' title=''/><author><name>gail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15259171403982375194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t5HGTDtT-18/SdiCua_QTgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ScVZ6HP23tA/S220/1214388573_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2425125.post-8498917460390571519</id><published>2008-07-17T17:49:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T20:10:36.608-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>MORE DEATH IN THE FAMILYA couple of days ago my cousin Grafton passed away.  He had recently had hip replacement surgery that soon developed into pneumonia.  That makes three family members dead in one year, my father, Aunt Josephine, and now Cousin Grafton.  I have a possibly crazy theory.   It seems that every year that a Batman movie comes out a member of my family dies. The only exception I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willisgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8498917460390571519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2425125&amp;postID=8498917460390571519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425125/posts/default/8498917460390571519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425125/posts/default/8498917460390571519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willisgirl.blogspot.com/2008/07/more-death-in-family-yesterday-my.html' title=''/><author><name>gail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15259171403982375194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t5HGTDtT-18/SdiCua_QTgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ScVZ6HP23tA/S220/1214388573_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2425125.post-1342001023231926532</id><published>2008-07-10T18:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T18:03:06.485-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>MORNING COMMUTE:This morning I am running late.  I misplaced my glasses and could not find them in their usual spot.  I ending up finding them in my lunch bag while I was on the light rail train heading into work.  How did they get there?  For now on I will try to get to work at my usual time of 7 instead of my new start time of 7:30.  Im starting to feeling too anxious and like crying.  I almost</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willisgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1342001023231926532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2425125&amp;postID=1342001023231926532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425125/posts/default/1342001023231926532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425125/posts/default/1342001023231926532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willisgirl.blogspot.com/2008/07/morning-commute-this-morning-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>gail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15259171403982375194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t5HGTDtT-18/SdiCua_QTgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ScVZ6HP23tA/S220/1214388573_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2425125.post-2641850105166736926</id><published>2008-07-07T18:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T18:07:16.377-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>MORNING COMMUTE:This morning I am a little late for work.  I would have been on time if the MTA supervisor had made the man who was driving the shuttle bus drive us to our destination but instead he let him go.  I do not know why.  He just let him drive right on by after he dropped off passengers. The driver gave the standard issue lie that there was another bus behind him.  I wonder if this fool</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willisgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2641850105166736926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2425125&amp;postID=2641850105166736926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425125/posts/default/2641850105166736926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425125/posts/default/2641850105166736926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willisgirl.blogspot.com/2008/07/morning-commute-this-morning-i-am_07.html' title=''/><author><name>gail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15259171403982375194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t5HGTDtT-18/SdiCua_QTgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ScVZ6HP23tA/S220/1214388573_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2425125.post-3760195317439690514</id><published>2008-07-06T18:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T18:27:47.010-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Went to Church then walked around the Reservoir.  I broke the record for last weeks walking stats.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willisgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3760195317439690514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2425125&amp;postID=3760195317439690514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425125/posts/default/3760195317439690514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425125/posts/default/3760195317439690514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willisgirl.blogspot.com/2008/07/went-to-church-then-walked-around.html' title=''/><author><name>gail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15259171403982375194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t5HGTDtT-18/SdiCua_QTgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ScVZ6HP23tA/S220/1214388573_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2425125.post-3985875327521984710</id><published>2008-07-05T18:26:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T21:57:13.577-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SATURDAYI walked down to the laundromat at West Side Shopping Center.  Oddly,  I thought it would be very far but it was only four thousand steps.  I made it home a little after 6pm.  Apparently Sudsville is open 24 hours.  It is associated with the one on Linden Avenue that I loved so much when I lived in that part of town.  The main reason I loved the Sudsville on Linden Avenue was that you </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willisgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3985875327521984710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2425125&amp;postID=3985875327521984710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425125/posts/default/3985875327521984710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425125/posts/default/3985875327521984710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willisgirl.blogspot.com/2008/07/saturday-i-walked-down-to-laundromat-at.html' title=''/><author><name>gail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15259171403982375194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t5HGTDtT-18/SdiCua_QTgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ScVZ6HP23tA/S220/1214388573_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2425125.post-6672721599372797897</id><published>2008-07-04T18:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T18:31:57.455-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>4th of JULY Today, I volunteered to do overtime to get my mind off things.  Unfortunately,  I did not realise until I got to the light rail stop and I was waiting for an extremely long time that service did not start until 10pm.  This was because it was Independence Day thus all MTA services would be running on a Sunday schedule.  So I had to take three buses to get to work.  The three buses were</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willisgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6672721599372797897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2425125&amp;postID=6672721599372797897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425125/posts/default/6672721599372797897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425125/posts/default/6672721599372797897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willisgirl.blogspot.com/2008/07/4th-of-july-today-i-volunteered-to-do.html' title=''/><author><name>gail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15259171403982375194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t5HGTDtT-18/SdiCua_QTgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ScVZ6HP23tA/S220/1214388573_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2425125.post-5460681492412546682</id><published>2008-07-01T18:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T18:35:51.074-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>OVERTIME and FEELING SAD Today at work I did overtime. I felt sad.  It was the first time in weeks that I have done it.  I would normally miss out because after work I would visit my father to make sure he was ok in the nursing home or hospital.  Now after work I have no where to go.....  Its like I no longer have a purpose in life.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willisgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5460681492412546682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2425125&amp;postID=5460681492412546682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425125/posts/default/5460681492412546682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425125/posts/default/5460681492412546682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willisgirl.blogspot.com/2008/07/overtime-and-feeling-sad-today-at-work.html' title=''/><author><name>gail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15259171403982375194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t5HGTDtT-18/SdiCua_QTgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ScVZ6HP23tA/S220/1214388573_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2425125.post-917660285968154181</id><published>2008-06-28T18:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T18:41:35.052-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SATURDAYIts the day after Dad’s funeral.  Right now I am afraid of regaining all the weight I lost.  I decided to walk more than 10k on the weekends.  I walked all the way from my house to Shoppers Food Warehouse near Mondawmin Mall.  The best route to travel is straight up Pennsylvania Avenue. Ironically enough, this places me right in my old childhood neighborhood.  I lived there from birth to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willisgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/917660285968154181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2425125&amp;postID=917660285968154181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425125/posts/default/917660285968154181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425125/posts/default/917660285968154181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willisgirl.blogspot.com/2008/06/saturday-its-day-after-dads-funeral.html' title=''/><author><name>gail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15259171403982375194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t5HGTDtT-18/SdiCua_QTgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ScVZ6HP23tA/S220/1214388573_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2425125.post-7067271177551533741</id><published>2008-06-26T18:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T18:46:48.416-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Off today for bereavement leave.My father’s viewing is today. I did not go.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willisgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7067271177551533741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2425125&amp;postID=7067271177551533741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425125/posts/default/7067271177551533741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425125/posts/default/7067271177551533741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willisgirl.blogspot.com/2008/06/off-today-for-bereavement-leave.html' title=''/><author><name>gail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15259171403982375194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t5HGTDtT-18/SdiCua_QTgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ScVZ6HP23tA/S220/1214388573_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2425125.post-7678882105856116331</id><published>2008-06-25T19:02:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T19:11:05.388-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>MORNING COMMUTEToday I am late again for work.  I had my annual review.  It was not as bad as I thought it would be.  My supervisor suggested changing my start time.  I agreed and now the time I have been habitually coming in is  my new start time.  So now I work from 7:30 to 4:00.  It works for me. I feel a bit relieved. MEETING AT THE FUNERAL HOMEAfter work  we had a family meeting at the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willisgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7678882105856116331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2425125&amp;postID=7678882105856116331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425125/posts/default/7678882105856116331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425125/posts/default/7678882105856116331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willisgirl.blogspot.com/2008/06/morning-commute-today-i-am-late-again.html' title=''/><author><name>gail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15259171403982375194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t5HGTDtT-18/SdiCua_QTgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ScVZ6HP23tA/S220/1214388573_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2425125.post-5735848986614778211</id><published>2008-06-24T19:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T19:01:15.396-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I went back to work.  I was late as per usual.  A lot of people came up to me and offered their condolences.  I had no idea that any even cared.  Most of the time I feel invisible like a non entity.  I was truly touched.  I felt like crying.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willisgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5735848986614778211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2425125&amp;postID=5735848986614778211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425125/posts/default/5735848986614778211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425125/posts/default/5735848986614778211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willisgirl.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-went-back-to-work.html' title=''/><author><name>gail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15259171403982375194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t5HGTDtT-18/SdiCua_QTgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ScVZ6HP23tA/S220/1214388573_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2425125.post-1921201789097658851</id><published>2008-06-23T18:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T18:56:03.361-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>DAY OFFDespite my father’s recent death I had previously scheduled today off months ago.  So this was all just a weird alignment of fate.  I decided to go to my AM doctors appointment. I cancelled my PM dentists appointment on Friday because I was unsure of when the funeral would be scheduled.  After my doctor’s appointment I went over to Eastpoint Mall where I bought an outfit for the funeral as</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willisgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1921201789097658851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2425125&amp;postID=1921201789097658851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425125/posts/default/1921201789097658851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425125/posts/default/1921201789097658851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willisgirl.blogspot.com/2008/06/day-off-despite-my-fathers-recent-death.html' title=''/><author><name>gail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15259171403982375194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t5HGTDtT-18/SdiCua_QTgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ScVZ6HP23tA/S220/1214388573_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2425125.post-5333097799520339976</id><published>2008-06-22T18:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T18:58:00.717-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SUNDAYI did not do anything today but tried to relax and take things easy.  I went to buy more things for the funeral like underwear in my new dress size, stockings as well as a flapper for my toilet.  The flapper is all degraded looking and needs to be replaced.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willisgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5333097799520339976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2425125&amp;postID=5333097799520339976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425125/posts/default/5333097799520339976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425125/posts/default/5333097799520339976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willisgirl.blogspot.com/2008/06/sunday-i-did-not-do-anything-today-but.html' title=''/><author><name>gail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15259171403982375194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t5HGTDtT-18/SdiCua_QTgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ScVZ6HP23tA/S220/1214388573_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2425125.post-3185797859675162011</id><published>2008-06-20T20:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T20:33:32.010-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>THE AFTERMATHI took the day off because of my father’s death.  I had to go to March’s Funeral Home to help arraign the funeral service.  My niece Lisa drove me there.  Uncle Leon met us there.  He showed up in the middle of the meeting with the funeral director.  He scared her as well as us.  Because all of a sudden the door just became ajar and there he was.  Since we did not have much money we </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willisgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3185797859675162011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2425125&amp;postID=3185797859675162011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425125/posts/default/3185797859675162011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425125/posts/default/3185797859675162011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willisgirl.blogspot.com/2008/06/aftermath-i-took-day-off-because-of-my.html' title=''/><author><name>gail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15259171403982375194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t5HGTDtT-18/SdiCua_QTgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ScVZ6HP23tA/S220/1214388573_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2425125.post-8332353383327735307</id><published>2008-06-18T19:30:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T19:32:31.102-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ANOTHER SAD DAYAfter work I visited my father at Bon Secour Hospital.  Lisa and her daughter Shay had visited him earlier.  She said he had asked about Blessing.  Blessing is my other niece Alexis’ daughter.  Ironically, Blessing was born on my fathers birthday.  After asking about Blessing, Lisa said my father started rambling on incoherently.  Lisa left because she did not want to upset Shay </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willisgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8332353383327735307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2425125&amp;postID=8332353383327735307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425125/posts/default/8332353383327735307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425125/posts/default/8332353383327735307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willisgirl.blogspot.com/2008/06/another-sad-day-after-work-i-visited-my.html' title=''/><author><name>gail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15259171403982375194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t5HGTDtT-18/SdiCua_QTgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ScVZ6HP23tA/S220/1214388573_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2425125.post-7237923315848242257</id><published>2008-06-17T19:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T19:21:10.824-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A VERY SAD DAYI took the day off of work.  I mostly cried all day.  I went back to the hospital to finalize the decision that my father had made ironically enough on Father’s Day.  My father would be taken off all the machinery and moved to room where he would receive pain management treatment. I cried a lot in the hospital today.  Im sure I cried so much that I probably worried my Uncle Leon who</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willisgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7237923315848242257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2425125&amp;postID=7237923315848242257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425125/posts/default/7237923315848242257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425125/posts/default/7237923315848242257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willisgirl.blogspot.com/2008/06/very-sad-day-i-took-day-off-of-work.html' title=''/><author><name>gail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15259171403982375194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t5HGTDtT-18/SdiCua_QTgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ScVZ6HP23tA/S220/1214388573_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2425125.post-8453200084749326106</id><published>2008-06-16T19:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T19:16:35.922-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A DAY OF ENDLESS TEARSI cried a lot this morning at work. I cried trying to talk to the insurance people as to why they decided not to renew my father’s life insurance policy.  I had told them many times that the reason he missed payments was because he was sick in the hospital.  They decided to cancel him for those very reasons!   I thought life insurance was not contingent on your health like </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willisgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8453200084749326106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2425125&amp;postID=8453200084749326106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425125/posts/default/8453200084749326106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425125/posts/default/8453200084749326106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willisgirl.blogspot.com/2008/06/day-of-endless-tears-i-cried-lot-this.html' title=''/><author><name>gail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15259171403982375194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t5HGTDtT-18/SdiCua_QTgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ScVZ6HP23tA/S220/1214388573_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2425125.post-6694556687925030432</id><published>2008-06-10T19:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T19:42:09.948-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>MORNING COMMUTELate again this morning.  Very hot outside difficult to sleep.  Yesterday I went to Target and bought a fan.  I wanted to get an iPod but they only had either iPod shuffles or the $199 iPod Nano’s.  They did not have any of the $149 silver Ipod nanos in stock.WHAT IM WEARING:Today I have on a cheap ass pink Sara Jessica Parker  t-shirt that seems to be too small, a beige skirt 3 </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willisgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6694556687925030432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2425125&amp;postID=6694556687925030432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425125/posts/default/6694556687925030432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425125/posts/default/6694556687925030432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willisgirl.blogspot.com/2008/06/morning-commute-late-again-this-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>gail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15259171403982375194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t5HGTDtT-18/SdiCua_QTgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ScVZ6HP23tA/S220/1214388573_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2425125.post-5400225618208768719</id><published>2008-06-09T19:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T19:48:45.276-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>MORNING COMMUTE:Late this morning.  Due to hold ups with the light rail trains.  I saw Homeland Security officer going through and around light rail trail with a dog. I wonder if they got a threat that someone was going to blow up a light rail train this morning so they had to inspect some trains with what I suspect was a bomb sniffing dog. BRIEF BLURBS ABOUT DAD and the IRSDid not visit my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willisgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5400225618208768719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2425125&amp;postID=5400225618208768719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425125/posts/default/5400225618208768719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425125/posts/default/5400225618208768719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willisgirl.blogspot.com/2008/06/morning-commute-late-this-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>gail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15259171403982375194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t5HGTDtT-18/SdiCua_QTgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ScVZ6HP23tA/S220/1214388573_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2425125.post-7550478988723291310</id><published>2008-06-05T19:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T19:52:19.917-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>MORNING COMMUTE:Today Im late for work and still feel like throwing up. WHAT IM WEARING: Today I have on a new bright blue crocheted baby doll top and new jeans from Old Navy and Reebok Walk Steady shoes.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willisgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7550478988723291310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2425125&amp;postID=7550478988723291310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425125/posts/default/7550478988723291310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425125/posts/default/7550478988723291310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willisgirl.blogspot.com/2008/06/morning-commute-today-im-late-for-work.html' title=''/><author><name>gail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15259171403982375194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t5HGTDtT-18/SdiCua_QTgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ScVZ6HP23tA/S220/1214388573_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2425125.post-5664997134581954255</id><published>2008-06-02T20:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T20:02:36.599-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ANOTHER SAD DAYToday,  I feel very sad.  I just got a letter saying my fathers life insurance company has decided to cancel his policy.  The reason they cited were his illnesses. I also had to go to a plan of care meeting for my father.  They essentially told me he was not doing to good.  He is at end stage.  They wanted to know if I wanted to continue on with his treatment or send him into </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willisgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5664997134581954255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2425125&amp;postID=5664997134581954255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425125/posts/default/5664997134581954255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425125/posts/default/5664997134581954255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willisgirl.blogspot.com/2008/06/another-sad-day-today-i-feel-very-sad.html' title=''/><author><name>gail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15259171403982375194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t5HGTDtT-18/SdiCua_QTgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ScVZ6HP23tA/S220/1214388573_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2425125.post-6388146418227169124</id><published>2008-06-01T18:18:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T18:20:43.074-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ME, DAD, CARLOS &amp; CARLEENThis morning I took a bus down to Dundalk to pick up my brother to see Dad.  I had to do this because he had no money to see Dad.  On the way over I thought it would be a great idea if we went over Carleens house to pick her up and all three of us could see him one last time.  Before we left  from my sisters house I was not sure if she  would be able to get through it. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willisgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6388146418227169124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2425125&amp;postID=6388146418227169124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425125/posts/default/6388146418227169124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425125/posts/default/6388146418227169124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willisgirl.blogspot.com/2008/06/me-dad-carlos-carleen-this-morning-i.html' title=''/><author><name>gail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15259171403982375194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t5HGTDtT-18/SdiCua_QTgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ScVZ6HP23tA/S220/1214388573_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2425125.post-6811976923807935203</id><published>2008-05-31T19:57:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T19:59:13.428-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>MY FATHER IS FADING AWAYI got a phone call last night from my niece about my father.  She said the nursing home had called them to tell them that my father has not been eating and at the rate he is going he might not survive long.  They are giving him nutrition shakes.  They said it looks as though he is giving up. Of course this scared me.  I went to Kohls to get my mind off the inevitable. They</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willisgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6811976923807935203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2425125&amp;postID=6811976923807935203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425125/posts/default/6811976923807935203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425125/posts/default/6811976923807935203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willisgirl.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-father-is-fading-away-i-got-phone.html' title=''/><author><name>gail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15259171403982375194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t5HGTDtT-18/SdiCua_QTgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ScVZ6HP23tA/S220/1214388573_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2425125.post-5496998257171009784</id><published>2008-05-30T20:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T20:07:51.498-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>MORNING COMMUTE:Im late.  I got little sleep last night and am feeling very nervous and worried. The light rail driver this morning sounded very hood. I could imagine him saying ,“Yo, we about to be heading into Hunt Valley.”VISITING DAD  Last night I got home from the nursing home as predicted my father was rushed back to the hospital.  He was having seizures.  Am I the only reason he is still </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willisgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5496998257171009784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2425125&amp;postID=5496998257171009784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425125/posts/default/5496998257171009784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425125/posts/default/5496998257171009784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willisgirl.blogspot.com/2008/05/morning-commute-im-late.html' title=''/><author><name>gail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15259171403982375194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t5HGTDtT-18/SdiCua_QTgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ScVZ6HP23tA/S220/1214388573_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2425125.post-5765023438372850058</id><published>2008-04-30T17:21:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T22:53:00.804-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>MORNING COMMUTE:The train this morning is short.  It has been short all this week.  The train also broke down and we had to wait for another train at the Timonium station. This made me late. This evening I have to go over my sister’s house to pay the mortgage.  I could not pay it online yesterday because the money had not processed into my fathers account until this morning.  Now I have to find </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willisgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5765023438372850058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2425125&amp;postID=5765023438372850058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425125/posts/default/5765023438372850058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425125/posts/default/5765023438372850058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willisgirl.blogspot.com/2008/04/morning-commute-train-this-morning-is.html' title=''/><author><name>gail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15259171403982375194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t5HGTDtT-18/SdiCua_QTgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ScVZ6HP23tA/S220/1214388573_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2425125.post-4728461584096013825</id><published>2008-04-29T17:20:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T22:54:03.676-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>MORNING COMMUTE:Late again for work.  What is going wrong? I saw the bus drive off.  I think just to be safe I should go back to walking down the street.  I have more of Dad’s bills to pay. The big one being the mortgage and gas and electric which is over a thousand dollars.  This is a big day for me.  The lions share of scary bills are scheduled to be paid today.WHAT IM WEARING: Today I have on </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willisgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4728461584096013825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2425125&amp;postID=4728461584096013825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425125/posts/default/4728461584096013825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425125/posts/default/4728461584096013825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willisgirl.blogspot.com/2008/04/morning-commute-late-again-for-work.html' title=''/><author><name>gail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15259171403982375194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t5HGTDtT-18/SdiCua_QTgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ScVZ6HP23tA/S220/1214388573_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2425125.post-997207592849208624</id><published>2008-04-28T17:19:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T22:54:58.637-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>MORNING COMMUTE: This morning I am late for work.  The train that arrived was short a car.  Later in the day I visited Dad.  I finally fed him.  He ate all his fish.  It was real fish not any of that fake square fish fillet stuff.  Got home and had anxiety attacks over the bills that have to be paid for dad. WHAT IM WEARING:Today I have on blue jeans, a blue funnel sweater, and Doctor Scholls </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willisgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/997207592849208624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2425125&amp;postID=997207592849208624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425125/posts/default/997207592849208624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425125/posts/default/997207592849208624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willisgirl.blogspot.com/2008/04/morning-commute-this-morning-i-am-late.html' title=''/><author><name>gail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15259171403982375194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t5HGTDtT-18/SdiCua_QTgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ScVZ6HP23tA/S220/1214388573_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2425125.post-712502946250758080</id><published>2008-04-27T17:16:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T17:18:20.770-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SUNDAY Today,  I missed Church.  I feel sad because I missed one of my favourite services, Springfest.  By the time I was in the vicinty of Church if I had gone in I would have been 40 minutes late.  The latest I am willing to show up is 35minutes. So to make up time before visiting hours started for Dad I went to Druid Hill Park and walked around the Reservoir twice in my shiny black leather </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willisgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/712502946250758080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2425125&amp;postID=712502946250758080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425125/posts/default/712502946250758080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425125/posts/default/712502946250758080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willisgirl.blogspot.com/2008/04/sunday-today-i-missed-church.html' title=''/><author><name>gail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15259171403982375194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t5HGTDtT-18/SdiCua_QTgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ScVZ6HP23tA/S220/1214388573_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2425125.post-9210438342739861406</id><published>2008-04-26T17:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T17:16:10.985-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SATURDAYToday, went to the MVA to get a new state ID card.  I need to get one before I go to Social Security to tell them about my father’s situation and his need for a representative payee.  Hopefully, the person they will designate as his representative payee will be me.   Also today is the first meeting for our family reunion committe.  Darlene told me that she would drive me over there.  I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willisgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/9210438342739861406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2425125&amp;postID=9210438342739861406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425125/posts/default/9210438342739861406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425125/posts/default/9210438342739861406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willisgirl.blogspot.com/2008/04/saturday-today-went-to-mva-to-get-new.html' title=''/><author><name>gail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15259171403982375194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t5HGTDtT-18/SdiCua_QTgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ScVZ6HP23tA/S220/1214388573_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2425125.post-882665664966361780</id><published>2008-04-25T10:40:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T10:44:22.427-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>GAIL’s FRIDAY VIDEO*** GLAMOROUS by FERGIE***Today’s song straight off of my iPod/iTunes list is Fergie’s Glamorous.  I really like this song a lot.  It sounds so, Glamorous.  It makes me want to go off and charter a private jet and ride a limo somewhere.  Then  I remember that Im just a regular working stiff and can barely afford a car....MORNING COMMUTE:The train arrived at 6:10 pulled off at 6</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willisgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/882665664966361780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2425125&amp;postID=882665664966361780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425125/posts/default/882665664966361780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425125/posts/default/882665664966361780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willisgirl.blogspot.com/2008/04/gails-friday-video-glamorous-by-fergie.html' title=''/><author><name>gail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15259171403982375194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t5HGTDtT-18/SdiCua_QTgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ScVZ6HP23tA/S220/1214388573_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2425125.post-8465533418548539052</id><published>2008-04-24T10:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T10:02:41.879-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>MORNING COMMUTE:When I got to the light rail station my heart began to fill with anxiety as I immediately noticed that there was an usually large amount of people at the station.  I counted 21 people waiting for the Northbound train.  All of these people could only mean one thing, the previous train was late.  When my train finally showed up I was horrified to find that it was one car short.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willisgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8465533418548539052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2425125&amp;postID=8465533418548539052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425125/posts/default/8465533418548539052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425125/posts/default/8465533418548539052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willisgirl.blogspot.com/2008/04/morning-commute-when-i-got-to-light.html' title=''/><author><name>gail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15259171403982375194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t5HGTDtT-18/SdiCua_QTgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ScVZ6HP23tA/S220/1214388573_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2425125.post-3391828062376925379</id><published>2008-04-23T10:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T10:04:46.148-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>MORNING COMMUTE This morning I am on time for work. I thought I would be late. I could not find my badge.  So I had to hunt around my apartment to find it. I like this new light rail driver the one from last  fall would either arrive extremely early or on time.   Nine out of ten times they would arrive earlier than the posted MTA schedule which caused me nothing but constant vexation. This new </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willisgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3391828062376925379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2425125&amp;postID=3391828062376925379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425125/posts/default/3391828062376925379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425125/posts/default/3391828062376925379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willisgirl.blogspot.com/2008/04/morning-commute-this-morning-i-am-on.html' title=''/><author><name>gail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15259171403982375194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t5HGTDtT-18/SdiCua_QTgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ScVZ6HP23tA/S220/1214388573_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2425125.post-3928435799783224197</id><published>2008-04-22T10:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T22:33:20.986-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>MORNING COMMUTE:This morning I am on time for work. It is cloudy outside.  I pray that everything works out for my father.WHAT IM WEARING:Today I have on blue jeans,  and a pink and white hoodie.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willisgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3928435799783224197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2425125&amp;postID=3928435799783224197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425125/posts/default/3928435799783224197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425125/posts/default/3928435799783224197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willisgirl.blogspot.com/2008/02/morning-commute-this-morning-i-am-on.html' title=''/><author><name>gail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15259171403982375194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t5HGTDtT-18/SdiCua_QTgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ScVZ6HP23tA/S220/1214388573_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2425125.post-2663803366140582270</id><published>2008-04-21T21:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T21:34:56.995-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today I used an FMLA day to take care of more of my fathers business.  Since I had the Power of Attorney signed I had a lot more things to do.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willisgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2663803366140582270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2425125&amp;postID=2663803366140582270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425125/posts/default/2663803366140582270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425125/posts/default/2663803366140582270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willisgirl.blogspot.com/2008/04/today-i-used-fmla-day-to-take-care-of.html' title=''/><author><name>gail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15259171403982375194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t5HGTDtT-18/SdiCua_QTgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ScVZ6HP23tA/S220/1214388573_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2425125.post-8726455056978762341</id><published>2008-04-20T10:27:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T10:32:01.710-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>HAPPY 4-20!Today I went to Church where today they are continuing on with there best of series.  The reason being is that our co minister husband and wife team will be retiring in June and they thought it would be nice to revisit some of there favourite sermons.  Todays revisted sermon was  Ode to Joy, based on a story by Unitarian minister Robert Fulgham’s escapade as a celebrity guest conducter</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willisgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8726455056978762341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2425125&amp;postID=8726455056978762341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425125/posts/default/8726455056978762341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425125/posts/default/8726455056978762341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willisgirl.blogspot.com/2008/04/happy-4-20-today-i-went-to-church-where.html' title=''/><author><name>gail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15259171403982375194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t5HGTDtT-18/SdiCua_QTgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ScVZ6HP23tA/S220/1214388573_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2425125.post-7354917647836133731</id><published>2008-04-19T21:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T21:21:37.739-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SATURDAYThis morning I woke up around 8am.  Just as I predicted I would go to sleep in daylight and wake  up in daylight. I did not feel disoriented when I awoke.  The only time I felt disoriented was when my sister called me at 11pm last night. Later in the day I got dad to sign the power of attorney document. He was in dialysis, the notary was also a social worker from the hospital.  Afterwards</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willisgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7354917647836133731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2425125&amp;postID=7354917647836133731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425125/posts/default/7354917647836133731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425125/posts/default/7354917647836133731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willisgirl.blogspot.com/2008/04/saturday-this-morning-i-woke-up-around.html' title=''/><author><name>gail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15259171403982375194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t5HGTDtT-18/SdiCua_QTgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ScVZ6HP23tA/S220/1214388573_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2425125.post-4934537072043815778</id><published>2008-04-18T21:32:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T22:30:58.826-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>GAIL's FRIDAY MUSIC VIDEOAdagio for Strings, Opus 11 by Samuel BarberToday's video is Samuel Barber's Adagio for Strings.  It fits the mood I am in today. I am feeling very sad today because my father is back in the hospital.  Adagio for String is a part of my vast cd collection.  My cd collection spans various genres of music from classical to punk rock.DAD IS IN THE HOSPITAL AGAINI was up all </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willisgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4934537072043815778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2425125&amp;postID=4934537072043815778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425125/posts/default/4934537072043815778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425125/posts/default/4934537072043815778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willisgirl.blogspot.com/2008/04/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>gail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15259171403982375194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t5HGTDtT-18/SdiCua_QTgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ScVZ6HP23tA/S220/1214388573_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2425125.post-7031420081944596296</id><published>2008-04-17T21:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T21:40:15.686-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>MORNING COMMUTE:Looks like Im on time for work this morning. HEALTH My teeth are starting to ache again. Also this morning my right hand started tingling. I hope it is nothing serious. MY FATHERLast night my father was moved to his new nursing home.  It is a million miles better than the place he was at before.  The place looks very modern and state of the art.  He has a flat screen high def TV </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willisgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7031420081944596296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2425125&amp;postID=7031420081944596296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425125/posts/default/7031420081944596296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425125/posts/default/7031420081944596296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willisgirl.blogspot.com/2008/04/morning-commute-looks-like-im-on-time.html' title=''/><author><name>gail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15259171403982375194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t5HGTDtT-18/SdiCua_QTgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ScVZ6HP23tA/S220/1214388573_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2425125.post-5036123384187967800</id><published>2008-04-16T22:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T22:03:13.738-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>MORNING COMMUTE:I am on time for work.  However, I have a major knot in my stomach because I will have to ask for a lot of days off this month, I  have to meet with the lawyer about twice, I also have to go to the bank for my father, and I have a dentist appointment to make.  That’s three days I have to leave out early and one day I have to take off.  I feel uncomfortbale having to work on a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willisgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5036123384187967800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2425125&amp;postID=5036123384187967800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425125/posts/default/5036123384187967800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425125/posts/default/5036123384187967800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willisgirl.blogspot.com/2008/04/morning-commute-i-am-on-time-for-work.html' title=''/><author><name>gail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15259171403982375194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t5HGTDtT-18/SdiCua_QTgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ScVZ6HP23tA/S220/1214388573_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2425125.post-2922854074050922854</id><published>2008-04-15T22:02:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T23:33:04.497-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>MORNING COMMUTE:Today, I am on time for work.  I do not feel as scared as I did yesterday because I am on time.  Also today we have overtime.THEY ARE MOVING DAD AGAIN  Today while at work I got a text message from my niece.   They want to move my father to Future Care Nursing Home.  I have never been there before. I hope it is a better place than the place he was at before.  All I can do is pray </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willisgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2922854074050922854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2425125&amp;postID=2922854074050922854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425125/posts/default/2922854074050922854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425125/posts/default/2922854074050922854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willisgirl.blogspot.com/2008/04/morning-commute-today-i-am-on-time-for.html' title=''/><author><name>gail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15259171403982375194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t5HGTDtT-18/SdiCua_QTgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ScVZ6HP23tA/S220/1214388573_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2425125.post-3856948982155508563</id><published>2008-04-14T22:01:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T23:34:03.259-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>MORNING COMMUTE:Late this morning.  The train was short a car. I feel scared because Im late.  Earlier this morning I could not find my walkman.  It turns out I left it in front of the door so that I would easily find it. VISITED DADWhile visiting Dad after work.  I exercised his legs again.  He is trying to get them agile enough to sit up in bed.  I hope that he will be able to do it.WHAT IM </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willisgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3856948982155508563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2425125&amp;postID=3856948982155508563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425125/posts/default/3856948982155508563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425125/posts/default/3856948982155508563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willisgirl.blogspot.com/2008/04/morning-commute-late-this-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>gail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15259171403982375194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t5HGTDtT-18/SdiCua_QTgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ScVZ6HP23tA/S220/1214388573_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2425125.post-6685068535422721490</id><published>2008-04-13T21:07:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T23:31:36.728-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today, I went to Church then visited Dad at the hospital. Afterwards I went home and watched the second episode of Doctor Who, The Fires of Pompei.  The episode aired the previous evening on the BBC.  It was an OK passable episode.   It was highly watchable just not too thrilling. WALKING LOGSTEPS....9338MILES....2.94CALORIES BURNED....325</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willisgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6685068535422721490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2425125&amp;postID=6685068535422721490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425125/posts/default/6685068535422721490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425125/posts/default/6685068535422721490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willisgirl.blogspot.com/2008/04/today-i-went-to-church-then-visited-dad.html' title=''/><author><name>gail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15259171403982375194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t5HGTDtT-18/SdiCua_QTgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ScVZ6HP23tA/S220/1214388573_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2425125.post-8096630353496573667</id><published>2008-04-12T21:02:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T23:30:28.046-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SATURDAY VISITSToday, I finally visited my sister to pick up my father’s mail.  Afterwards I visited my father at Maryland General Hospital.  They moved him to a new room that was very small and noisy.   My cousins Darlene, Lawanna and Michelle were there.  Learned that Lawanna has spinal problems.  I found out when I noticed that she was walking with a cane.  I had no idea so I gave her the one </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willisgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8096630353496573667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2425125&amp;postID=8096630353496573667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425125/posts/default/8096630353496573667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425125/posts/default/8096630353496573667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willisgirl.blogspot.com/2008/04/saturday-visits-today-i-finally-visited.html' title=''/><author><name>gail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15259171403982375194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t5HGTDtT-18/SdiCua_QTgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ScVZ6HP23tA/S220/1214388573_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2425125.post-1839902955315245701</id><published>2008-04-11T20:39:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T23:29:18.487-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>GAIL’s FRIDAY MUSIC VIDEOA-Punk by Vampire WeekendToday’s video is another song pulled right off of my vast iPod/iTunes collection of songs.  Heck, all the videos for Friday are culled from my collection. Today’s featured song is  called A-Punk by Vampire Weekend.  They are a New York based group formed when the members were students at Columbia. Overall, I love there Afro Pop sound.  I also love</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willisgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1839902955315245701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2425125&amp;postID=1839902955315245701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425125/posts/default/1839902955315245701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425125/posts/default/1839902955315245701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willisgirl.blogspot.com/2008/04/gails-friday-music-video-punk-by.html' title=''/><author><name>gail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15259171403982375194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t5HGTDtT-18/SdiCua_QTgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ScVZ6HP23tA/S220/1214388573_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2425125.post-3262170103442959488</id><published>2008-04-10T20:21:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T23:28:00.942-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>MORNING COMMUTE:Looks like Im going to be on time this morning.  I did something a little risky this morning.  I took the bus.  After I got off the bus I ran down the street and caught the train in the nick of time.DENTIST APPOINTMENT &amp; DADYesterday I had a dentist appointment.  My new dentist told me that my 16th tooth was rotted all the way through and could not be saved.  I like her, she said </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willisgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3262170103442959488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2425125&amp;postID=3262170103442959488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425125/posts/default/3262170103442959488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425125/posts/default/3262170103442959488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willisgirl.blogspot.com/2008/04/morning-commute-looks-like-im-going-to.html' title=''/><author><name>gail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15259171403982375194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t5HGTDtT-18/SdiCua_QTgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ScVZ6HP23tA/S220/1214388573_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2425125.post-7491594091847131090</id><published>2008-04-09T20:24:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T23:26:25.940-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>MORNING COMMUTE:This morning it looks like I am on time for work.  I walked and ran down to the light rail station.  I feel too nervous to wait for the bus.  I do not want to get fired. If that happened I would not be able to help my family.  Right now things are difficult for my family with all that is going on with my father and his illness.MY FATHERSo far so good.  I visited Dad after work. He</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willisgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7491594091847131090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2425125&amp;postID=7491594091847131090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425125/posts/default/7491594091847131090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425125/posts/default/7491594091847131090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willisgirl.blogspot.com/2008/04/morning-commute-this-morning-it-looks.html' title=''/><author><name>gail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15259171403982375194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' 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href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2425125&amp;postID=2423556949100120893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425125/posts/default/2423556949100120893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425125/posts/default/2423556949100120893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willisgirl.blogspot.com/2008/04/walking-log-steps_07.html' title=''/><author><name>gail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15259171403982375194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' 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type='text/html' href='http://willisgirl.blogspot.com/2008/04/walking-log-steps_06.html' title=''/><author><name>gail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15259171403982375194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t5HGTDtT-18/SdiCua_QTgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ScVZ6HP23tA/S220/1214388573_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2425125.post-64111278674600855</id><published>2008-04-05T23:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T23:21:10.871-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>WALKING LOGSTEPS....8003MILES....2.52CALORIES BURNED....296</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willisgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/64111278674600855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2425125&amp;postID=64111278674600855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425125/posts/default/64111278674600855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425125/posts/default/64111278674600855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willisgirl.blogspot.com/2008/04/walking-log-steps_05.html' title=''/><author><name>gail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15259171403982375194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t5HGTDtT-18/SdiCua_QTgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ScVZ6HP23tA/S220/1214388573_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2425125.post-2097272526140767233</id><published>2008-04-04T23:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T23:20:18.446-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>WALKING LOGSTEPS....11656MILES....3.67CALORIES BURNED....449</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willisgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2097272526140767233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2425125&amp;postID=2097272526140767233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425125/posts/default/2097272526140767233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425125/posts/default/2097272526140767233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willisgirl.blogspot.com/2008/04/walking-log-steps_04.html' title=''/><author><name>gail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15259171403982375194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t5HGTDtT-18/SdiCua_QTgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ScVZ6HP23tA/S220/1214388573_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2425125.post-2634796969294162928</id><published>2008-04-03T23:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T23:19:19.332-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>WALKING LOGSTEPS....8460MILES....2.67CALORIES BURNED....304</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willisgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2634796969294162928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2425125&amp;postID=2634796969294162928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425125/posts/default/2634796969294162928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425125/posts/default/2634796969294162928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willisgirl.blogspot.com/2008/04/walking-log-steps_03.html' title=''/><author><name>gail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15259171403982375194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t5HGTDtT-18/SdiCua_QTgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ScVZ6HP23tA/S220/1214388573_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2425125.post-1140034045976382027</id><published>2008-04-02T23:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T23:18:16.365-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>WALKING LOGSTEPS....7116MILES....2.24CALORIES BURNED....286</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willisgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1140034045976382027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2425125&amp;postID=1140034045976382027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425125/posts/default/1140034045976382027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425125/posts/default/1140034045976382027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willisgirl.blogspot.com/2008/04/walking-log-steps_02.html' title=''/><author><name>gail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15259171403982375194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t5HGTDtT-18/SdiCua_QTgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ScVZ6HP23tA/S220/1214388573_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2425125.post-1391883104144481984</id><published>2008-04-01T23:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T23:17:22.040-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>WALKING LOGSTEPS....392MILES....0.12CALORIES BURNED....0</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willisgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1391883104144481984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2425125&amp;postID=1391883104144481984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425125/posts/default/1391883104144481984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425125/posts/default/1391883104144481984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willisgirl.blogspot.com/2008/04/walking-log-steps.html' title=''/><author><name>gail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15259171403982375194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t5HGTDtT-18/SdiCua_QTgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ScVZ6HP23tA/S220/1214388573_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2425125.post-7831682765786171299</id><published>2008-03-31T23:15:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T23:16:32.905-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>WALKING LOGSTEPS....9852MILES....3.10CALORIES BURNED....379</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willisgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7831682765786171299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2425125&amp;postID=7831682765786171299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425125/posts/default/7831682765786171299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425125/posts/default/7831682765786171299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willisgirl.blogspot.com/2008/03/walking-log-steps_31.html' title=''/><author><name>gail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15259171403982375194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t5HGTDtT-18/SdiCua_QTgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ScVZ6HP23tA/S220/1214388573_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2425125.post-5689700301885637912</id><published>2008-03-30T23:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T23:14:42.707-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>WALKING LOGSTEPS....151MILES....0.04CALORIES BURNED....0</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willisgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5689700301885637912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2425125&amp;postID=5689700301885637912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425125/posts/default/5689700301885637912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425125/posts/default/5689700301885637912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willisgirl.blogspot.com/2008/03/walking-log-steps_30.html' title=''/><author><name>gail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15259171403982375194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t5HGTDtT-18/SdiCua_QTgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ScVZ6HP23tA/S220/1214388573_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2425125.post-6668682073220886152</id><published>2008-03-29T23:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T23:13:27.025-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>WALKING LOGSTEPS....587MILES....0.18CALORIES BURNED....3</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willisgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6668682073220886152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2425125&amp;postID=6668682073220886152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425125/posts/default/6668682073220886152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425125/posts/default/6668682073220886152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willisgirl.blogspot.com/2008/03/walking-log-steps_29.html' title=''/><author><name>gail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15259171403982375194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t5HGTDtT-18/SdiCua_QTgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ScVZ6HP23tA/S220/1214388573_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2425125.post-3735499164805928293</id><published>2008-03-28T23:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T23:12:26.585-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>WALKING LOGSTEPS....8073MILES....2.54CALORIES BURNED....291</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willisgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3735499164805928293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2425125&amp;postID=3735499164805928293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425125/posts/default/3735499164805928293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425125/posts/default/3735499164805928293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willisgirl.blogspot.com/2008/03/walking-log-steps_28.html' title=''/><author><name>gail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15259171403982375194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t5HGTDtT-18/SdiCua_QTgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ScVZ6HP23tA/S220/1214388573_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2425125.post-7788170767870074228</id><published>2008-03-27T23:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T23:10:23.582-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>WALKING LOGSTEPS....10335MILES....3.26CALORIES BURNED....410</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willisgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7788170767870074228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2425125&amp;postID=7788170767870074228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425125/posts/default/7788170767870074228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425125/posts/default/7788170767870074228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willisgirl.blogspot.com/2008/03/walking-log-steps_27.html' title=''/><author><name>gail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15259171403982375194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t5HGTDtT-18/SdiCua_QTgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ScVZ6HP23tA/S220/1214388573_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2425125.post-4514344922193566382</id><published>2008-03-26T23:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T23:09:00.720-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>WALKING LOGSTEPS....10875MILES....3.43CALORIES BURNED....410</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willisgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4514344922193566382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2425125&amp;postID=4514344922193566382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425125/posts/default/4514344922193566382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425125/posts/default/4514344922193566382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willisgirl.blogspot.com/2008/03/walking-log-steps_26.html' title=''/><author><name>gail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15259171403982375194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t5HGTDtT-18/SdiCua_QTgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ScVZ6HP23tA/S220/1214388573_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2425125.post-3154969882026838567</id><published>2008-03-25T23:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T23:07:56.958-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>WALKING LOGSTEPS....10074MILES....3.17CALORIES BURNED....388</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willisgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3154969882026838567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2425125&amp;postID=3154969882026838567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425125/posts/default/3154969882026838567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425125/posts/default/3154969882026838567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willisgirl.blogspot.com/2008/03/walking-log-steps_25.html' title=''/><author><name>gail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15259171403982375194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t5HGTDtT-18/SdiCua_QTgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ScVZ6HP23tA/S220/1214388573_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2425125.post-1747860825622912745</id><published>2008-03-24T23:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T23:06:49.772-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>WALKING LOGSTEPS....10442MILES....3.29CALORIES BURNED....395</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willisgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1747860825622912745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2425125&amp;postID=1747860825622912745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425125/posts/default/1747860825622912745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425125/posts/default/1747860825622912745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willisgirl.blogspot.com/2008/03/walking-log-steps.html' title=''/><author><name>gail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15259171403982375194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t5HGTDtT-18/SdiCua_QTgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ScVZ6HP23tA/S220/1214388573_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2425125.post-4278095846407999221</id><published>2008-03-23T22:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T23:00:07.415-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>WALKING LOGForgot to write down my stats.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willisgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4278095846407999221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2425125&amp;postID=4278095846407999221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425125/posts/default/4278095846407999221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425125/posts/default/4278095846407999221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willisgirl.blogspot.com/2008/03/walking-log-forgot-to-write-down-my.html' title=''/><author><name>gail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15259171403982375194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t5HGTDtT-18/SdiCua_QTgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ScVZ6HP23tA/S220/1214388573_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2425125.post-4820004385467358891</id><published>2008-03-22T18:20:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T22:58:30.022-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Saturday I went to the laundromat.  It is still closed so I had to go to the one in my old neighborhood.  It is a total of 35 minutes in one direction.  I was going to go to visit Future Care Sandtown Winchester afterwards but I had promised my grand niece Adrianna  I would be over there today with chicken so I decided to head over to KFC then over my sisters house with the chicken.  I figured </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willisgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4820004385467358891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2425125&amp;postID=4820004385467358891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425125/posts/default/4820004385467358891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425125/posts/default/4820004385467358891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willisgirl.blogspot.com/2008/03/saturday-i-went-to-laundromat.html' title=''/><author><name>gail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15259171403982375194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t5HGTDtT-18/SdiCua_QTgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ScVZ6HP23tA/S220/1214388573_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2425125.post-926471320087560479</id><published>2008-03-21T18:17:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T22:57:27.880-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>GAIL’s FRIDAY MUSIC VIDEOVienna by UltravoxToday’s Friday video straight off my eclectic iPod/iTunes list is the newly added Vienna by Ultravox.  I had to get this after seeing that breath taking scene of Gene Hunt rescuing Alex Drake from the locked building on Ashes to Ashes.  That scene was absolutely cool.THINGS SLIGHTLY UNRAVELINGIm thinking about putting my father in Future Care Sandtown </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willisgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/926471320087560479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2425125&amp;postID=926471320087560479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425125/posts/default/926471320087560479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425125/posts/default/926471320087560479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willisgirl.blogspot.com/2008/03/gails-friday-music-video-vienna-by.html' title=''/><author><name>gail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15259171403982375194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t5HGTDtT-18/SdiCua_QTgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ScVZ6HP23tA/S220/1214388573_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2425125.post-6733813630513667782</id><published>2008-03-20T18:11:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T22:56:26.508-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>GETTING THINGS TOGETHERI have the next two days off. Today I looked around to see if I could get a copy of my fathers birth certificate. I went to Vitalcheck.com it was quicker than going to social security.  I would have had to have waited in line for a long time and would not have gotten it until 2 weeks later.  Ordering online I would still have to wait two weeks but have skipped the waiting </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willisgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6733813630513667782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2425125&amp;postID=6733813630513667782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425125/posts/default/6733813630513667782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425125/posts/default/6733813630513667782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willisgirl.blogspot.com/2008/03/getting-things-together-i-have-next-two.html' title=''/><author><name>gail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15259171403982375194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t5HGTDtT-18/SdiCua_QTgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ScVZ6HP23tA/S220/1214388573_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2425125.post-939608255879101637</id><published>2008-03-19T18:07:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T19:04:34.684-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>MORNING COMMUTE:Today, it looks like Im going to be on time for work.  I got on the #20 bus.  Was fearful I might run into Mr Harris wife. I can not recall what she looks like. This morning there was a ticket check on the train.VISITING DAD Visited Dad yesterday per the advice of my brother I let the nursing home know that his wallet is missing.  I spoke with the head nurse.  I also let them know</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willisgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/939608255879101637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2425125&amp;postID=939608255879101637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425125/posts/default/939608255879101637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425125/posts/default/939608255879101637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willisgirl.blogspot.com/2008/03/morning-commute-today-it-looks-like-im.html' title=''/><author><name>gail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15259171403982375194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t5HGTDtT-18/SdiCua_QTgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ScVZ6HP23tA/S220/1214388573_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2425125.post-5911619998727481309</id><published>2008-03-18T18:22:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T19:05:31.720-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>WORRIED ABOUT DADI could barely fall asleep last night I was sick with worry that my father might be a victim of credit fraud.  I shot off an email to both my nieces to see what they think I should do.  In the meantime all I can do is wait for a copy of his  credit report to come in the mail.  I wanted to get his check cashed but now can not with his wallet stolen.  He has bills piling up left </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willisgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5911619998727481309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2425125&amp;postID=5911619998727481309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425125/posts/default/5911619998727481309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425125/posts/default/5911619998727481309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willisgirl.blogspot.com/2008/03/worried-about-dad-i-could-barely-fall.html' title=''/><author><name>gail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15259171403982375194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t5HGTDtT-18/SdiCua_QTgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ScVZ6HP23tA/S220/1214388573_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2425125.post-1092088674026621125</id><published>2008-03-17T18:23:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T19:06:19.615-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>MORNING COMMUTE:This morning I am late for work. VISITING DAD Today I visited my father at the nursing home. I was shocked to find his wallet missing from out of his pants pocket.  Im not sure if I should call the police to file an official report.  In the meantime I have contacted Equifax to get a copy of his credit report to ensure that no one has started to falsely to use his social security </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willisgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1092088674026621125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2425125&amp;postID=1092088674026621125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425125/posts/default/1092088674026621125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425125/posts/default/1092088674026621125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willisgirl.blogspot.com/2008/03/morning-commute-this-morning-i-am-late.html' title=''/><author><name>gail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15259171403982375194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t5HGTDtT-18/SdiCua_QTgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ScVZ6HP23tA/S220/1214388573_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2425125.post-5520378642355174121</id><published>2008-03-16T18:27:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T19:10:11.494-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SUNDAY....CHURCH DAYToday I went to church.  A couple of people walked out on the service.  It started to get too overly Christian.  The guest minister I believe clearly had more of a Christian than general purpose Unitarian  bent to his sermon than I am used to.  I hate to admit it but I also felt like getting up and walking out during his service. Also today was the Baltimore St. Patricks Day </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willisgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5520378642355174121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2425125&amp;postID=5520378642355174121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425125/posts/default/5520378642355174121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425125/posts/default/5520378642355174121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willisgirl.blogspot.com/2008/03/sunday.html' title=''/><author><name>gail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15259171403982375194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t5HGTDtT-18/SdiCua_QTgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ScVZ6HP23tA/S220/1214388573_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2425125.post-829508107631070520</id><published>2008-03-15T19:50:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T19:13:58.236-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SATURDAY OVERTIMEThis morning I went into work.  I did it because I needed the money.  I was going to go to the Washington Aspergers Meeting but decided to hold off until next month.  Tomorrow my schedule is pretty full with Church, the Baltimore ASAN (Autism Self Advisory Network), and a BSO concert that will have a Vegas theme.WALKING LOGSTEPS....8539MILES....2.69CALORIES BURNED....342</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willisgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/829508107631070520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2425125&amp;postID=829508107631070520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425125/posts/default/829508107631070520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425125/posts/default/829508107631070520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willisgirl.blogspot.com/2008/03/saturday-overtime-this-morning-i-went.html' title=''/><author><name>gail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15259171403982375194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t5HGTDtT-18/SdiCua_QTgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ScVZ6HP23tA/S220/1214388573_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2425125.post-816003826172593113</id><published>2008-03-14T20:17:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T22:50:02.575-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>GAIL’s FRIDAY MUSIC VIDEOFADE to GREY by VISAGEToday’s musical selection off of my vast iPod/iTunes/cd collection is Fade to Grey by Visage.  What can I say Im a child of the 80’s! I love keyboard centric music.  Heck, I play the keyboard. I also love the freakishly over the top look of men in makeup. MORNING COMMUTE:Today I am on time.  The bus arrived at its scheduled time as did the train.TV </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willisgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/816003826172593113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2425125&amp;postID=816003826172593113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425125/posts/default/816003826172593113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425125/posts/default/816003826172593113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willisgirl.blogspot.com/2008/03/gails-friday-music-video-fade-to-grey.html' title=''/><author><name>gail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15259171403982375194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t5HGTDtT-18/SdiCua_QTgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ScVZ6HP23tA/S220/1214388573_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2425125.post-4208798631682356021</id><published>2008-03-13T19:48:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T22:49:03.004-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>MORNING COMMUTE:The train was one car short. Im still late this morning but not a whole hour late.  I corrected the problem and moved my clocks two hours ahead of time.  I also set the alarm clock and went to bed early.NEW YORK GOVERNOR SPITZER RESIGNSGovernor Spitzer of New York resigns because of his involvement in a prostitution ring.  Dude had a call girl bill of 80k.  His call girl was 40k a</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willisgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4208798631682356021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2425125&amp;postID=4208798631682356021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425125/posts/default/4208798631682356021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425125/posts/default/4208798631682356021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willisgirl.blogspot.com/2008/03/morning-commute-train-was-one-car-short.html' title=''/><author><name>gail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15259171403982375194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t5HGTDtT-18/SdiCua_QTgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ScVZ6HP23tA/S220/1214388573_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2425125.post-9051944509442516185</id><published>2008-03-12T19:47:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T19:19:05.284-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>MORNING COMMUTE:Im currently feeling shell shocked.  It appears I got up late and was doing everything an hour late.  I did not realize anything was off until I got to the light rail station and noticed it was over run with teenagers.  Then I looked at my watch and was horrified to realize I had been running an hour late the entire morning! It did not begin to register until that point.  I hate </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willisgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/9051944509442516185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2425125&amp;postID=9051944509442516185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425125/posts/default/9051944509442516185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425125/posts/default/9051944509442516185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willisgirl.blogspot.com/2008/03/morning-commute-im-currently-feeling.html' title=''/><author><name>gail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15259171403982375194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t5HGTDtT-18/SdiCua_QTgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ScVZ6HP23tA/S220/1214388573_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2425125.post-7678497132729449759</id><published>2008-03-11T11:37:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T19:08:48.771-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>MORNING COMMUTE:This morning I am deeply perturbed.  I did everything on time, heck early.  I left out a good ten minutes early yet the bus was late.  I hate the constant unknown variable of the bus driver.  Sure, the schedule says it arrives at 6:04 but sometimes it shows up early or in the case of today five minutes late.  When it does this it of course has the effect of making me late when I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willisgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7678497132729449759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2425125&amp;postID=7678497132729449759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425125/posts/default/7678497132729449759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425125/posts/default/7678497132729449759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willisgirl.blogspot.com/2008/03/morning-commute-this-morning-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>gail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15259171403982375194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t5HGTDtT-18/SdiCua_QTgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ScVZ6HP23tA/S220/1214388573_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2425125.post-2051802622042578424</id><published>2008-03-10T19:44:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T19:07:31.860-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>MORNING COMMUTE:On time for work had to run to catch the train.  It came on time.  I need to get a new alarm clock.  It appears that my clock has fallen one two many times and now ceases to ring.WHAT IM WEARING:Today I have on a Pink v-necksweater, a pink blouse, blue jeans, and Doctor Scholls Attribute tennis shoes.WALKING LOGSTEPS....12116MILES....3.82CALORIES BURNED....458</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willisgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2051802622042578424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2425125&amp;postID=2051802622042578424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425125/posts/default/2051802622042578424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425125/posts/default/2051802622042578424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willisgirl.blogspot.com/2008/03/morning-commute-on-time-for-work-had-to.html' title=''/><author><name>gail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15259171403982375194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t5HGTDtT-18/SdiCua_QTgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ScVZ6HP23tA/S220/1214388573_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2425125.post-5184189594103981811</id><published>2008-03-09T19:44:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T19:02:05.788-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>MY LAUNDROMAT IS GONE!I started the morning by going to the laundromat.  Was horrified to find that Dirt Busters, my neighborhood laundromat had a sign in the window that said closed until further notice.  This meant I would have to find another place to wash my clothes.  I have rarely ventured around the neighborhood so I have no idea where the closest laundromat is.  The only thing I could </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willisgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5184189594103981811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2425125&amp;postID=5184189594103981811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425125/posts/default/5184189594103981811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425125/posts/default/5184189594103981811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willisgirl.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-laundromat-is-gone-i-started-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>gail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15259171403982375194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t5HGTDtT-18/SdiCua_QTgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ScVZ6HP23tA/S220/1214388573_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2425125.post-8408892880598928841</id><published>2008-03-08T19:43:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T19:00:35.069-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SATURDAY.......WORK DAYToday, I did Saturday overtime at work. Afterwards I visited Dad.  I bought  Lorna Doone cookies with me.  Lorna Doone’s are one of his favourite cookies.  His other favourite are graham crackers.   Soon after I left I went over to see my sister Carleen.  I came over with KFC chicken.  She was the only one home.  Everyone had left to go to a birthday party.WALKING LOG Note:</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willisgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8408892880598928841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2425125&amp;postID=8408892880598928841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425125/posts/default/8408892880598928841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425125/posts/default/8408892880598928841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willisgirl.blogspot.com/2008/05/saturday.html' title=''/><author><name>gail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15259171403982375194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t5HGTDtT-18/SdiCua_QTgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ScVZ6HP23tA/S220/1214388573_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2425125.post-1598767424420062346</id><published>2008-03-07T19:14:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T18:53:25.484-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>GAIL’s FRIDAY MUSIC VIDEOOver You by Roxy MusicToday’s video is another song directly off my iPod/iTunes list.  It is Over You by Roxy Music.  I have absolutely adored this song for well over twenty years. It makes me feel Oh So Happy! I also adore the lead singer of Roxy Music, Bryan Ferry solo and with the group.  He looked absolutely sexy and suave back in the day.  He still looks Fantastic.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willisgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1598767424420062346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2425125&amp;postID=1598767424420062346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425125/posts/default/1598767424420062346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425125/posts/default/1598767424420062346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willisgirl.blogspot.com/2008/03/gails-friday-music-video-over-you-by.html' title=''/><author><name>gail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15259171403982375194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t5HGTDtT-18/SdiCua_QTgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ScVZ6HP23tA/S220/1214388573_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2425125.post-1386057600956563683</id><published>2008-03-06T18:55:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T18:51:54.304-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>MORNING COMMUTE:Im extremely late for work this morning.  I would have been earlier if it was not for the fact I woke up late. I woke up fifteen minutes before the time I normally leave out.  Then I walked instead of waited for the bus I would have been about 20 minutes late if it was not for the cop car that decided to half park at a corner.  It was hard to say if he was about to drive off.  He </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willisgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1386057600956563683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2425125&amp;postID=1386057600956563683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425125/posts/default/1386057600956563683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425125/posts/default/1386057600956563683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willisgirl.blogspot.com/2008/03/morning-commute-im-extremely-late-for.html' title=''/><author><name>gail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15259171403982375194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t5HGTDtT-18/SdiCua_QTgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ScVZ6HP23tA/S220/1214388573_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2425125.post-2416301113865539599</id><published>2008-03-05T18:54:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T18:51:01.034-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>MORNING COMMUTE:I am absolutely devastated.  It appears my plan that has been working great has finally unraveled.  I forgot about the unknown variable known as the bus/light rail driver.  Yep, you guessed it one of them was not running according to the posted MTA schedule.  This time the train pulled off earlier than it was scheduled to.  The bus was a little late but not by too much.  As I was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willisgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2416301113865539599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2425125&amp;postID=2416301113865539599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425125/posts/default/2416301113865539599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425125/posts/default/2416301113865539599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willisgirl.blogspot.com/2008/03/morning-commute-i-am-absolutely.html' title=''/><author><name>gail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15259171403982375194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t5HGTDtT-18/SdiCua_QTgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ScVZ6HP23tA/S220/1214388573_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2425125.post-4036782500636088434</id><published>2008-03-04T18:30:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T18:50:04.514-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>MORNING COMMUTE:It looks like Im going to be on time this morning.  I washed and put out my clothes the night before.  I did not do that yesterday which was why I was late.  I think the generic brand of coffee I bought is not as strong as the name brand coffee.  I keep nodding off to sleep on the light rail.  With the name brand coffee this rarely happened. Maybe the generic brand got switched </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willisgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4036782500636088434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2425125&amp;postID=4036782500636088434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425125/posts/default/4036782500636088434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425125/posts/default/4036782500636088434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willisgirl.blogspot.com/2008/03/morning-commute-it-looks-like-im-going.html' title=''/><author><name>gail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15259171403982375194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t5HGTDtT-18/SdiCua_QTgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ScVZ6HP23tA/S220/1214388573_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2425125.post-1768786572391176833</id><published>2008-03-03T17:37:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T18:48:45.741-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>MORNING COMMUTE:It is supposed to be a little warm this morning.  Despite the promise of a warmth this morning Im late for work.TV ON THE INTERNETI have been enjoying watching the follow up of the BBC series Life on Mars called Ashes to Ashes.  It follows Alex Drake who is a police psychologist and single mother who is transported back to the 80s.  The plot lines have been obvious.  You can </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willisgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1768786572391176833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2425125&amp;postID=1768786572391176833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425125/posts/default/1768786572391176833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425125/posts/default/1768786572391176833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willisgirl.blogspot.com/2008/03/morning-commute-it-is-supposed-to-be.html' title=''/><author><name>gail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15259171403982375194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t5HGTDtT-18/SdiCua_QTgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ScVZ6HP23tA/S220/1214388573_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2425125.post-3233469967038061589</id><published>2008-03-02T17:28:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T18:47:41.490-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SUNDAY CHURCH DAYThis morning I went to Church.  The sermon today was on A. Powell Davies.  He was a prominent activist who was also a minister at All Souls Unitarian Church in DC during the 40s and 50s.  It was a sermon that someone bid on during our annual Church auction.  You can make a bid for the sermon of your choice to be done by our ministers and someone made a bid and they had to do a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willisgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3233469967038061589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2425125&amp;postID=3233469967038061589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425125/posts/default/3233469967038061589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425125/posts/default/3233469967038061589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willisgirl.blogspot.com/2008/03/sunday-church-day-this-morning-i-went.html' title=''/><author><name>gail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15259171403982375194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t5HGTDtT-18/SdiCua_QTgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ScVZ6HP23tA/S220/1214388573_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2425125.post-4018039460430185347</id><published>2008-03-01T17:25:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T18:46:36.619-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SATURDAY.....PLAY DAYThis afternoon I went to Center Stage to see Tom Stoppard’s Rosencrantz and  Guildenstern are Dead.  I got there a little earlier than usual.  I found it interesting that they cast two African American actors in the part as Rosencrantz and Guildenstern.  It gave it a deeper meaning.  Then again maybe it was just me... While at the play I saw a couple of people from Church.  I</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willisgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4018039460430185347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2425125&amp;postID=4018039460430185347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425125/posts/default/4018039460430185347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425125/posts/default/4018039460430185347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willisgirl.blogspot.com/2008/03/saturday.html' title=''/><author><name>gail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15259171403982375194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t5HGTDtT-18/SdiCua_QTgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ScVZ6HP23tA/S220/1214388573_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2425125.post-8529643515922717389</id><published>2008-02-29T17:11:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T18:45:22.383-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>MORNING COMMUTE:Im late this morning.  I was too exhausted last night to do anything.  I visited my father last night.  He’s doing super.  I think I figured out why he is at the hospital he is at.  It appears that his doctor at the nursing home works there.  I knew there was something familiar about his name!  I used to work at Maryland General Hospital as a Medical Technologist and would get </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willisgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8529643515922717389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2425125&amp;postID=8529643515922717389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425125/posts/default/8529643515922717389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425125/posts/default/8529643515922717389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willisgirl.blogspot.com/2008/02/morning-commute-im-late-this-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>gail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15259171403982375194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t5HGTDtT-18/SdiCua_QTgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ScVZ6HP23tA/S220/1214388573_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2425125.post-2115651019552915045</id><published>2008-02-28T17:10:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T18:44:17.966-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>MORNING COMMUTE:It is extremely cold outside this morning.  The simple tactic I employed to be on time for work appears to still be working.  The simple tactic is to bathe and iron my clothes the night before as oppossed to during the morning.  Again the #20 driver was a woman who looks like Pearl Bailey with a small afro.   When I got to the light rail station at 6:08 I was feeling apprehensive.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willisgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2115651019552915045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2425125&amp;postID=2115651019552915045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425125/posts/default/2115651019552915045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425125/posts/default/2115651019552915045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willisgirl.blogspot.com/2008/02/morning-commute-it-is-extremely-cold.html' title=''/><author><name>gail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15259171403982375194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t5HGTDtT-18/SdiCua_QTgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ScVZ6HP23tA/S220/1214388573_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2425125.post-6083590786748132894</id><published>2008-02-27T17:09:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T18:43:19.767-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>MORNING COMMUTE:Despite going to bed later than usual it looks like I will be on time for work two days in row.  Yesterday, the light rail driver that stalled at each stop made me just a couple of minutes late.  The bus driver today of the #20 bus kind of reminded me of Pearl Bailey with a mid sized teeny weeny afro.  The Republican nominee for city council in my district got on the bus. He </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willisgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6083590786748132894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2425125&amp;postID=6083590786748132894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425125/posts/default/6083590786748132894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425125/posts/default/6083590786748132894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willisgirl.blogspot.com/2008/02/morning-commute-despite-going-to-bed.html' title=''/><author><name>gail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15259171403982375194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t5HGTDtT-18/SdiCua_QTgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ScVZ6HP23tA/S220/1214388573_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2425125.post-6025789294900205645</id><published>2008-02-26T17:09:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T18:42:07.932-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>WALKING LOGSTEPS....10142MILES....3.84CALORIES BURNED....439</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willisgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6025789294900205645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2425125&amp;postID=6025789294900205645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425125/posts/default/6025789294900205645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425125/posts/default/6025789294900205645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willisgirl.blogspot.com/2008/02/blog-post_26.html' title=''/><author><name>gail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15259171403982375194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t5HGTDtT-18/SdiCua_QTgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ScVZ6HP23tA/S220/1214388573_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2425125.post-2825855754923705234</id><published>2008-02-25T17:08:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T18:41:05.387-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>MORNING COMMUTE:As previously predicted I am slightly out of it this morning.  I stayed up late to watch the Academy Awards.  I am both late and sleepy. WHAT IM WEARING:Today, I have on black slacks, a yellow ochre mock turtleneck, a dark multi-coloured v-neck sweater with slight bell shaped sleeves.  On my feet are black leather lace up shoes.WALKING LOGSTEPS....8546MILES....3.23CALORIES BURNED.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willisgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2825855754923705234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2425125&amp;postID=2825855754923705234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425125/posts/default/2825855754923705234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425125/posts/default/2825855754923705234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willisgirl.blogspot.com/2008/02/morning-commute-as-previously-predicted.html' title=''/><author><name>gail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15259171403982375194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t5HGTDtT-18/SdiCua_QTgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ScVZ6HP23tA/S220/1214388573_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2425125.post-1576722694978703758</id><published>2008-02-24T17:07:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T18:39:50.197-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SUNDAYToday I missed Church.  Instead I visited my sister and bought over KFC and played with my grand niece, Shay.  As I was half way up the street heading home from there house I realized that I left my handbag at there house so I had to turn back and retrieve it.  Sadly, I missed my bus and had to wait an hour to catch the next one.  I had intended to be downtown to visit my father around 6pm.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willisgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1576722694978703758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2425125&amp;postID=1576722694978703758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425125/posts/default/1576722694978703758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425125/posts/default/1576722694978703758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willisgirl.blogspot.com/2008/02/sunday-today-i-missed-church.html' title=''/><author><name>gail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15259171403982375194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t5HGTDtT-18/SdiCua_QTgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ScVZ6HP23tA/S220/1214388573_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2425125.post-3479104595543237601</id><published>2008-02-23T17:05:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T18:20:51.570-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SATURDAYI was supposed to have come into work this morning but I overslept. I ended up visiting both my sister over her house and my father at the rehab/nursing home.  While visiting my father I told him that the doctors told Alexis that they are thinking about releasing him in eight days.  It all depends on how he progresses.  I was surprised that they had not bothered to tell him. LATHCHINAlso </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willisgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3479104595543237601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2425125&amp;postID=3479104595543237601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425125/posts/default/3479104595543237601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425125/posts/default/3479104595543237601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willisgirl.blogspot.com/2008/02/saturday-i-was-supposed-to-have-come.html' title=''/><author><name>gail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15259171403982375194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t5HGTDtT-18/SdiCua_QTgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ScVZ6HP23tA/S220/1214388573_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2425125.post-2940093890349577166</id><published>2008-02-22T17:04:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T18:22:05.695-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>MORNING COMMUTE:,Br&gt;It actually was snowing this morning.  The weathermen are calling for an ice storm later in the day.   A lot of people called out from work.  I came in because it did not look too bad.  Besides, I plan on leaving before the ice storm started.  I told my father yesterday that I would not be able to visit him today because of the storm that was supposed to hit.STORM POST </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willisgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2940093890349577166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2425125&amp;postID=2940093890349577166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425125/posts/default/2940093890349577166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425125/posts/default/2940093890349577166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willisgirl.blogspot.com/2008/02/morning-commute-it-actually-was-snowing.html' title=''/><author><name>gail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15259171403982375194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t5HGTDtT-18/SdiCua_QTgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ScVZ6HP23tA/S220/1214388573_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2425125.post-2554875655275013230</id><published>2008-02-21T17:04:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T18:22:57.584-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>MORNING COMMUTE:I felt  extremely apprehensive about leaving out this morning.  Last night it was snowing and as I came in the steps were covered with a sheet of ice.  This of course freaked me out what with falling down the icy steps last week.  So I salted them down using up all my table salt.  The snow was not sticking to anything on the sidewalks just our marble steps.  I did not want to have</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willisgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2554875655275013230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2425125&amp;postID=2554875655275013230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425125/posts/default/2554875655275013230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425125/posts/default/2554875655275013230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willisgirl.blogspot.com/2008/02/morning-commute-i-felt-extremely.html' title=''/><author><name>gail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15259171403982375194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t5HGTDtT-18/SdiCua_QTgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ScVZ6HP23tA/S220/1214388573_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2425125.post-207270023152478179</id><published>2008-02-20T17:03:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T18:24:13.573-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>MORNING COMMUTE: I decided to bathe the night before instead of in the morning.   Im still late mostly because I found myself dawdling around.  I just could not make myself leave out on time despite having everything ready and laid out.  I will try again tomorrow.WHAT IM WEARING:Today I have on my rubber and suede winter boots because today the weathermen called for snow.  I also have on a black </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willisgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/207270023152478179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2425125&amp;postID=207270023152478179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425125/posts/default/207270023152478179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425125/posts/default/207270023152478179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willisgirl.blogspot.com/2008/02/morning-commute-i-decided-to-bathe.html' title=''/><author><name>gail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15259171403982375194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t5HGTDtT-18/SdiCua_QTgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ScVZ6HP23tA/S220/1214388573_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2425125.post-6006186063029756542</id><published>2008-02-19T16:58:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T18:25:12.575-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>MORNING COMMUTE:This morning I am late for work. BIG NEWS!Fidel Castro has resigned as the presidentent of Cuba.  This is a historic day.  Maybe one day Cuba will be free.   In the meantime his brother,  Rauol, is still in charge.  When I was visiting my father today and told him about the news he seemed underwhelmed about the whole thing.  I suppose he has bigger issues to think about.WHAT IM </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willisgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6006186063029756542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2425125&amp;postID=6006186063029756542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425125/posts/default/6006186063029756542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425125/posts/default/6006186063029756542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willisgirl.blogspot.com/2008/02/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>gail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15259171403982375194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t5HGTDtT-18/SdiCua_QTgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ScVZ6HP23tA/S220/1214388573_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
