<?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-8682594</id><updated>2011-07-31T06:39:02.598-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Devine site</title><subtitle type='html'>A little bit about my day, my family, and my knitting.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toodevine.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8682594/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toodevine.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8682594/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Jody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02002996143029207369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v616/jesr621/Jody.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>431</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8682594.post-3862925193360684871</id><published>2009-12-13T12:20:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T12:35:27.594-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm BACK!!!</title><content type='html'>Finally home from my travels - for now. December started off great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SyUllWkkHpI/AAAAAAAABA4/MG3HD6jgTMM/s1600-h/IMG_3323.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SyUllWkkHpI/AAAAAAAABA4/MG3HD6jgTMM/s320/IMG_3323.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414775450627219090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eva and I went to the tree lighting ceremony here in Delray Beach. We have a 100 ft. tree that is just beautiful. You can walk inside and view cute little window scenes of the holiday. They town had school children singing and dancing on stage and of course, Santa was there - arriving on a fire engine! After the tree lighting we went to dinner across the street at Taverna Eros and enjoyed several "small plates" and a salad. We completed the evening by walking down the Avenue, which was closed to traffic, went in and out of the stores/boutiques, listened to the bands that were here and there and even got to do some dancing with friends that Eva knew.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SyUkznaPEgI/AAAAAAAABAw/ud2X42tczuU/s1600-h/IMG_3315.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SyUkznaPEgI/AAAAAAAABAw/ud2X42tczuU/s320/IMG_3315.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414774596153840130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SyUkzDfHnxI/AAAAAAAABAo/mj8OvzCAuB8/s1600-h/IMG_3337.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SyUkzDfHnxI/AAAAAAAABAo/mj8OvzCAuB8/s320/IMG_3337.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414774586510647058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SyUky3ishgI/AAAAAAAABAg/uuqiavwMoFk/s1600-h/IMG_3331.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SyUky3ishgI/AAAAAAAABAg/uuqiavwMoFk/s320/IMG_3331.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414774583304422914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SyUkyRteB_I/AAAAAAAABAY/aLZ0oaebF4k/s1600-h/IMG_3336_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 302px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SyUkyRteB_I/AAAAAAAABAY/aLZ0oaebF4k/s320/IMG_3336_2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414774573149063154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SyUkyJzNX9I/AAAAAAAABAQ/jI-DeCt9dx0/s1600-h/IMG_3335.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SyUkyJzNX9I/AAAAAAAABAQ/jI-DeCt9dx0/s320/IMG_3335.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414774571025653714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Friday I went to see Billy Crystal in 700 Sundays, along with Mom, her friend Evette and my friend Lois. What a GREAT SHOW!!!&lt;br /&gt;This Friday night was the Disco Studio 54 Theme party at the studio. I bought a cute 1970's disco dress complete with hat and belt, accessorized a bit and was ready to go. Eric was the consummate disco guy - Afro, big gold chain, disco shirt. Nataliya was a sparkly go-go dance,Tiffany had her disco top and bell bottoms...we did the hustle and other disco dances, with a few ballroom numbers thrown in.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SyUjZIDX-yI/AAAAAAAABAI/tE5xPcB6fwo/s1600-h/IMG_3352.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SyUjZIDX-yI/AAAAAAAABAI/tE5xPcB6fwo/s320/IMG_3352.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414773041548229410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SyUjYtJorcI/AAAAAAAABAA/kWYqGQ8GQCU/s1600-h/IMG_3387.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SyUjYtJorcI/AAAAAAAABAA/kWYqGQ8GQCU/s320/IMG_3387.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414773034326732226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SyUjYBST-bI/AAAAAAAAA_4/_5fJLMZtqKM/s1600-h/IMG_3410.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 196px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SyUjYBST-bI/AAAAAAAAA_4/_5fJLMZtqKM/s320/IMG_3410.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414773022551964082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8682594-3862925193360684871?l=toodevine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toodevine.blogspot.com/feeds/3862925193360684871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8682594&amp;postID=3862925193360684871&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8682594/posts/default/3862925193360684871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8682594/posts/default/3862925193360684871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toodevine.blogspot.com/2009/12/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m BACK!!!'/><author><name>Jody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02002996143029207369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v616/jesr621/Jody.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SyUllWkkHpI/AAAAAAAABA4/MG3HD6jgTMM/s72-c/IMG_3323.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8682594.post-6333537548729272791</id><published>2009-12-01T10:05:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T22:48:37.834-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Coming and Going!</title><content type='html'>November was SOOOO busy. I mean, I love being busy but this was nuts!&lt;br /&gt;The first weekend I flew to Atlanta for Avi's 3rd birthday (and it was Phil's birthday too, though he was a little more than 3 years old).  When I walked in on Thursday night, Talia and Avi were in the tub taking a bath. Avi looked up, big smile and said, "Hi, Grandma!" Talia looked up and...."WAAAAAA" cried hysterically till Alison picked her up. It took Talia a little while to get comfy with me. On Friday I went to Avi's school and spent the morning sitting in on two classes like his (3 - 6 year olds). It was interesting to see how the children worked on their own, with minimal intervention by the teachers. The room was orderly, there was no arguing among the students, everyone knew what to do and how to go about it. SIGH!!! Wish my students had the opportunity to learn in an environment like this. We are so innundated with "programs" and time constraints that it is not what kindergarten should be like. It's not as calm, the students don't have a chance to master what they are learning....yada, yada, yada. Get me off this soapbox already! On Saturday I got to go with Avi, Alison and Talia to Lowe's where Avi goes every two weeks to make a project, supplied by the store. This week he made a fire engine. They even had a fire engine on hand for the kids to sit in and meet the fire fighters, although Avi did not want to go into the truck (he is an observer). &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SyUMEl4tScI/AAAAAAAAA94/8CPg0rHzxTM/s1600-h/IMG_2629.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SyUMEl4tScI/AAAAAAAAA94/8CPg0rHzxTM/s320/IMG_2629.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414747400011860418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SyUMEDRqpqI/AAAAAAAAA9w/sIQToG9uwC4/s1600-h/IMG_2622.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SyUMEDRqpqI/AAAAAAAAA9w/sIQToG9uwC4/s320/IMG_2622.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414747390721304226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to PF Changs for lunch and got to see Becca there. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SyUMgjbGnlI/AAAAAAAAA-A/nRISrNDsWO4/s1600-h/IMG_2723.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SyUMgjbGnlI/AAAAAAAAA-A/nRISrNDsWO4/s320/IMG_2723.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414747880387157586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The birthday party was at &lt;a href="http://www.lifetimefitness.com   "&gt;Lifetime Fitness&lt;/a&gt;, the gym that my kids belong to and where Phil and Alison work (he full-time, she one day a week). Phil ran the party. It was a hoot. They had a bounce house, he played games with the kids, and then it was time for pizza, apples and a BIG birthday cookie (instead of a cake). The kids were all so good and had a great time...I did, too! The best part, though, was getting to spend a lot of time with Avi and Talia.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SyUN-VH-n5I/AAAAAAAAA-g/bZp0pcquzzQ/s1600-h/IMG_3150.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SyUN-VH-n5I/AAAAAAAAA-g/bZp0pcquzzQ/s320/IMG_3150.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414749491456548754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SyUN9xiVS2I/AAAAAAAAA-Y/Llftbsnu2SY/s1600-h/IMG_3136.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SyUN9xiVS2I/AAAAAAAAA-Y/Llftbsnu2SY/s320/IMG_3136.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414749481903410018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SyUN9V8ioQI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/v0744DzrRU8/s1600-h/IMG_3110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SyUN9V8ioQI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/v0744DzrRU8/s320/IMG_3110.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414749474497143042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SyUN9FCuM3I/AAAAAAAAA-I/e_qhpgauekA/s1600-h/IMG_3016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SyUN9FCuM3I/AAAAAAAAA-I/e_qhpgauekA/s320/IMG_3016.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414749469959664498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next weekend Mom and I were supposed to go to NY for a wedding. Unfortunately it was cancelled....the groom skipped out a few weeks before the date. Not only did he disappear, but it turned out that he was a USER!!! He took back the ring (which may or may not have been real), took the bride's father's credit card and charged some things on it, never paid the deposit to the DJ and catering restaurant and more...good riddance to him. We decided to keep our tickets and go to NY anyway, as we were staying with my brother in CT. On Saturday we went into Manhattan and met my friend Aileen for lunch. I had seen her for the first time in 41 years this past summer and never met her partner. He owns a butcher shop in the city - what a nice guy. Then we had lunch and good company, in spite of the rainy weather. After lunch Mom, Jon and I went to Hopewell Junction to have dinner with my best friend Rosemarie and her husband Al. Mom and I spent the night and they took us to the airport the next day.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SyUPC0piULI/AAAAAAAAA_A/wgYWMvFUNnc/s1600-h/IMG_3197.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SyUPC0piULI/AAAAAAAAA_A/wgYWMvFUNnc/s320/IMG_3197.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414750668149903538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SyUPCYp_tuI/AAAAAAAAA-4/BtPUfZFsa8k/s1600-h/IMG_3194.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SyUPCYp_tuI/AAAAAAAAA-4/BtPUfZFsa8k/s320/IMG_3194.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414750660635637474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SyUPCPEALFI/AAAAAAAAA-w/-8U5fYLt_xI/s1600-h/IMG_3190.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SyUPCPEALFI/AAAAAAAAA-w/-8U5fYLt_xI/s320/IMG_3190.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414750658060364882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SyUPBtw_dnI/AAAAAAAAA-o/LljyCS3zJWQ/s1600-h/IMG_3168.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SyUPBtw_dnI/AAAAAAAAA-o/LljyCS3zJWQ/s320/IMG_3168.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414750649122256498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The NEXT weekend I went with my boss/friend and several other teachers to &lt;a href="http://www.mountdora.com"&gt;Mt. Dora&lt;/a&gt;, which is north of Orlando. They go every year and this is the first time I was able to join them. We spent all of Saturday at &lt;a href="http://www.renningers.com"&gt;Renningers Antique Show&lt;/a&gt;. It was GREAT (but oh, so hot out). I saw so many things that I remember from my childhood...old (but in great condition) appliances, dishes, lunch boxes, furniture, and books...DICK AND JANE!!! UNCLE WIGGLY (two of which I have in storage). I did get the find of the day...a beautiful gown, just my size, for a sinful price, that I will wear at the studio's Holiday Extravaganza when I do a showcase dance in December. On Sunday we went to the town of &lt;a href="http://www.mountdora.com"&gt;Mt.Dora&lt;/a&gt; to go in and out of shops and have lunch. Another fun weekend!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SyUeRZIOKFI/AAAAAAAAA_I/ISOZ8aRNRIw/s1600-h/IMG_3211.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SyUeRZIOKFI/AAAAAAAAA_I/ISOZ8aRNRIw/s320/IMG_3211.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414767411134867538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following week was Thanksgiving. Mom and I flew to Atlanta to spend the holiday with the kids. Thursday morning my girls and their husbands ran the Atlanta 1/2 marathon while Mom and I watched Avi and Talia AND put the turkey in to cook. Alison had bought a fresh turkey and marinated it overnight in brine. It was the best tasting turkey I have ever had. Everything else was delicious...Becca made green bean casserole and fried broccoli, Alison made the rest and baked, I made cranberry-orange relish. On Saturday it was "Game Day!." Michael put out the Albert Gator flag (the root for U of Florida) and we had a "tailgate party" in front of the garage. They grill hot dogs and beans and we pretend we are in the parking lot of the stadium. Alison was busy earlier reconstructing a jacket to make a pouch on the back that Talis could fit into (it's open on the inside and Talia is in a carrier on Alison's back, inside the pouch...Talia LOVED it! It was another fun, fun weekend with the kids. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SyUgvTEr6QI/AAAAAAAAA_w/ukJ5a4j0gZ4/s1600-h/IMG_3264.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SyUgvTEr6QI/AAAAAAAAA_w/ukJ5a4j0gZ4/s320/IMG_3264.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414770123928758530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SyUgvNCiVPI/AAAAAAAAA_o/atxdcOlorQM/s1600-h/IMG_3226.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SyUgvNCiVPI/AAAAAAAAA_o/atxdcOlorQM/s320/IMG_3226.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414770122309129458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SyUgujASaEI/AAAAAAAAA_g/ZE7TdrzZYbw/s1600-h/IMG_3282.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SyUgujASaEI/AAAAAAAAA_g/ZE7TdrzZYbw/s320/IMG_3282.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414770111025408066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SyUguGeMmSI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/ROph3zh3Qw8/s1600-h/IMG_3286.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SyUguGeMmSI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/ROph3zh3Qw8/s320/IMG_3286.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414770103366228258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SyUgt5jvPOI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/au6ZQzgpX-I/s1600-h/IMG_3295.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SyUgt5jvPOI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/au6ZQzgpX-I/s320/IMG_3295.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414770099899808994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8682594-6333537548729272791?l=toodevine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toodevine.blogspot.com/feeds/6333537548729272791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8682594&amp;postID=6333537548729272791&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8682594/posts/default/6333537548729272791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8682594/posts/default/6333537548729272791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toodevine.blogspot.com/2009/12/coming-and-going.html' title='Coming and Going!'/><author><name>Jody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02002996143029207369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v616/jesr621/Jody.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SyUMEl4tScI/AAAAAAAAA94/8CPg0rHzxTM/s72-c/IMG_2629.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8682594.post-1199739799456679729</id><published>2009-10-31T21:16:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T10:04:11.123-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Full October</title><content type='html'>The month started with a road trip to Tampa with my friend Lois to see the NY Yankees play the Tampa Bay Rays. She and I have never taken a trip together before and we found that we are good travel companions (oh, that makes us sound so old). We drove up on a Friday night, spent Saturday at a big but not so great flea market (although I did buy a pair of pallazzo pants for dance. That evening we had early dinner with friends of Lois's and then headed to the game. It was a good game, except for the Rays fans clanging their COW BELLS in our ears (however, they people there were very nice - it was all in fun). We lost that game but had fun. I used my Garmin GPS for the first time. It got us there with no problem...but...took us home through the middle of nowhere. That was ok though...Lois and I had no trouble filling the time with endless conversation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SyT-53GojoI/AAAAAAAAA9A/WceTRcgXG-8/s1600-h/IMG_2795.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SyT-53GojoI/AAAAAAAAA9A/WceTRcgXG-8/s320/IMG_2795.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414732922003951234" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SyT-5nZC9PI/AAAAAAAAA84/dnAVae6khs0/s1600-h/IMG_2794.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SyT-5nZC9PI/AAAAAAAAA84/dnAVae6khs0/s320/IMG_2794.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414732917786211570" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SyT-5JdQrAI/AAAAAAAAA8w/Ea9EBlXPMqU/s1600-h/IMG_2787.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SyT-5JdQrAI/AAAAAAAAA8w/Ea9EBlXPMqU/s320/IMG_2787.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414732909750823938" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SyT-427gf8I/AAAAAAAAA8o/FPOUh3C_dG8/s1600-h/IMG_2786.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SyT-427gf8I/AAAAAAAAA8o/FPOUh3C_dG8/s320/IMG_2786.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414732904777416642" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the middle of the month we had the Harvest Moon Dance at Fred Astaire studio. As always, it was so much fun. We danced and laughed and some of us students showcased our dances. I did a Samba that was a big hit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robin Williams came to SFLA and did a great concert...and I was there! He was so hysterical my stomach ached from laughing.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SyUACFrkjRI/AAAAAAAAA9I/MLha3yw-q2A/s1600-h/IMG_2915.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SyUACFrkjRI/AAAAAAAAA9I/MLha3yw-q2A/s320/IMG_2915.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414734162867555602" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday we had a Halloween party at the studio. I dressed as a "Naughty School Girl" and won first place for the "sexiest" costume...not bad for a chick gal...well...over! I don't think my kids liked my outfit too much, but hey...that's THEIR hang-up! &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SyUBgS_BIlI/AAAAAAAAA9o/7wlU3DKPs90/s1600-h/IMG_2965.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SyUBgS_BIlI/AAAAAAAAA9o/7wlU3DKPs90/s320/IMG_2965.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414735781346484818" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SyUBgHxEG-I/AAAAAAAAA9g/yucJQ2J79do/s1600-h/IMG_2958.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SyUBgHxEG-I/AAAAAAAAA9g/yucJQ2J79do/s320/IMG_2958.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414735778335169506" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SyUBfQ_MaaI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/c3DGN55WKlo/s1600-h/IMG_2951.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SyUBfQ_MaaI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/c3DGN55WKlo/s320/IMG_2951.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414735763630483874" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SyUBe-1rIgI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/siaxT61OdjM/s1600-h/IMG_2921.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SyUBe-1rIgI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/siaxT61OdjM/s320/IMG_2921.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414735758758715906" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After the party some of us went to &lt;a href="www.ilbacioofdelray.com"&gt;Il Bacio&lt;/a&gt; in Delray Beach for dancing. It was a lot of fun, except I don't have dance shoes that I can wear outside. I had stayed in costume ONLY because Eric, my dance instructor/partner, said he was too (as were a few others). Well, Eric didn't but I wasn't the only one in costume. I did have to put on sandals that had a strap, which looked a bit ridiculous with the outfit I had on, but no one seemed to care but me, so I guess it was okay.&lt;br /&gt;Tonight my friend Eva and I dined on the Avenue and then went (again) to &lt;a href="http://www.ilbacioofdelray.com"&gt;Il Bacio &lt;/a&gt;where it was packed with people (mostly 20's and 30's) in costume...and I mean...GREAT costumes. There was to be a costume party at midnight. We sat and enjoyed the evening, eventually getting up to dance, but at 12:30 AM with no judging starting, we made our leave. What a fun month it was!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8682594-1199739799456679729?l=toodevine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toodevine.blogspot.com/feeds/1199739799456679729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8682594&amp;postID=1199739799456679729&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8682594/posts/default/1199739799456679729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8682594/posts/default/1199739799456679729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toodevine.blogspot.com/2009/10/full-october.html' title='A Full October'/><author><name>Jody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02002996143029207369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v616/jesr621/Jody.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SyT-53GojoI/AAAAAAAAA9A/WceTRcgXG-8/s72-c/IMG_2795.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8682594.post-4453138286189608544</id><published>2009-09-30T23:44:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T23:51:26.626-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Memories</title><content type='html'>My dear friend Rosemarie sent me a new toy...a &lt;a href="https://buy.garmin.com/shop/shop.do?pID=13429#nuvi205"&gt;Garmin GPS&lt;/a&gt; system. I love it! In the package she included a picture of my kids taken about 25 years ago. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SsQnEiCkJSI/AAAAAAAAA8g/K4h2bE2G6ho/s1600-h/sc002111f2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 254px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SsQnEiCkJSI/AAAAAAAAA8g/K4h2bE2G6ho/s320/sc002111f2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387474013052478754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8682594-4453138286189608544?l=toodevine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toodevine.blogspot.com/feeds/4453138286189608544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8682594&amp;postID=4453138286189608544&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8682594/posts/default/4453138286189608544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8682594/posts/default/4453138286189608544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toodevine.blogspot.com/2009/09/memories.html' title='Memories'/><author><name>Jody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02002996143029207369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v616/jesr621/Jody.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SsQnEiCkJSI/AAAAAAAAA8g/K4h2bE2G6ho/s72-c/sc002111f2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8682594.post-7427406335204027398</id><published>2009-09-30T23:24:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T23:44:19.917-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Double the Pleasure</title><content type='html'>I flew to Atlanta last weekend to visit my family. My son-in-law Phil picked me up at the train (which I take from the airport) and we went to see my daughter Becca at &lt;a href="http://www.pfchangs.com/index.shtml"&gt;PF Changs&lt;/a&gt; where she is manager. After a delicious dinner and short visit Phil brought me to Alison's house where I would stay the weekend. We ended up staying awake until 2 AM watching DVD's that I had made from old family videos. It was fun to see Alison, Becca and Adam when they were little and see how much Avi looked like Alison when she was little, and how identical Talia is to Becca at 2 months old!&lt;br /&gt;The next morning Avi wanted to see Grandma so Alison brought him and Talia in to wake me. Talia took one look at me and....WAAAHHH! At 5 1/2 months old she definitely has stranger anxiety. I have not been in Atlanta for 2 months so of course she didn't know me. As the weekend went on she became more comfortable with me but still had moments where she looked at me as if to say, "You talkin' to ME?" Avi, on the other hand, couldn't get enough Grandma. We have such fun together and he is one smart little guy. At not quite 3 years old he knows his letter sounds and can tell me the beginning sound of words, recites the alphabet in English and Hebrew, counts to 10 in English and Spanish and can point out the continents on the globe. &lt;br /&gt;On Saturday we took the kids to Lowes where Avi made a firetruck as part of their kids project. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SsQjv_KONPI/AAAAAAAAA74/s7o312g1Pt0/s1600-h/IMG_2626.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SsQjv_KONPI/AAAAAAAAA74/s7o312g1Pt0/s320/IMG_2626.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387470361557087474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; On Sunday, we went to the mall and he played in the climbing area. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SsQkFR8GknI/AAAAAAAAA8A/zw9QHAOJ1Qs/s1600-h/IMG_2691.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SsQkFR8GknI/AAAAAAAAA8A/zw9QHAOJ1Qs/s320/IMG_2691.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387470727375393394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then we went to PF Changs for lunch. Talia was exhausted, having gotten up at 5:30 AM and not napped...until she got onto Aunt Becca. Then she went right out!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SsQjJ31SKyI/AAAAAAAAA7w/S6D_l_6PZBc/s1600-h/IMG_2720.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SsQjJ31SKyI/AAAAAAAAA7w/S6D_l_6PZBc/s320/IMG_2720.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387469706755189538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday Michael and I took Avi to the park where we had a picnic lunch and lots of fun on the slides and other climbing equipment. The weekend went by so quickly but it was wonderful to be with Alison, Michael, see Bex and Phil and of course, be with my darling grandchildren!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SsQlFeUgi5I/AAAAAAAAA8Y/tt-fjp30F5Q/s1600-h/IMG_2728.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SsQlFeUgi5I/AAAAAAAAA8Y/tt-fjp30F5Q/s320/IMG_2728.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387471830210612114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SsQlFNRZwNI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/p0CTmX72j5Y/s1600-h/IMG_2672.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SsQlFNRZwNI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/p0CTmX72j5Y/s320/IMG_2672.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387471825634181330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SsQlEk0GSWI/AAAAAAAAA8I/h0FvEZRdTKs/s1600-h/IMG_2706.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SsQlEk0GSWI/AAAAAAAAA8I/h0FvEZRdTKs/s320/IMG_2706.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387471814773852514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8682594-7427406335204027398?l=toodevine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toodevine.blogspot.com/feeds/7427406335204027398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8682594&amp;postID=7427406335204027398&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8682594/posts/default/7427406335204027398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8682594/posts/default/7427406335204027398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toodevine.blogspot.com/2009/09/double-pleasure.html' title='Double the Pleasure'/><author><name>Jody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02002996143029207369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v616/jesr621/Jody.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SsQjv_KONPI/AAAAAAAAA74/s7o312g1Pt0/s72-c/IMG_2626.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8682594.post-643337724277871761</id><published>2009-09-24T23:48:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T21:14:42.776-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hostess with the Mostess?</title><content type='html'>Tonight was the monthly Guest Party at the studio (&lt;a href="http://www.fredastairedelray.com/"&gt;Fred Astaire of Delray Beach&lt;/a&gt;). I was asked to be the Student Hostess for the evening. I was so happy that I also had several guests attending...my cousin and her friend, the office manager where I go for physical therapy (for - literally - the pain in my butt! an inflamed &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;piriformis&lt;/span&gt; muscle), and a guy who was standing outside looking in a few days before and I told him to go on in and join the fun...so he did! I had a lesson just before the party, then changed into my dress for hostessing. As people entered I greeted them and gave them champagne. Eric and Nataliya (owners/instructors) then walked around and schmoozed a bit. When the general dancing started I went into the back to put on my costume for a demonstration samba.The bummer was that I missed all the general dancing due to waiting in the "wings." When I finally "went on" it was great...not perfect, but so much fun. Afterward I changed back to my dress and joined the others for Eric's demonstration dance steps lesson. And then...we were done!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8682594-643337724277871761?l=toodevine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toodevine.blogspot.com/feeds/643337724277871761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8682594&amp;postID=643337724277871761&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8682594/posts/default/643337724277871761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8682594/posts/default/643337724277871761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toodevine.blogspot.com/2009/09/hostess-with-mostess.html' title='Hostess with the Mostess?'/><author><name>Jody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02002996143029207369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v616/jesr621/Jody.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8682594.post-1214826684117496799</id><published>2009-09-13T12:32:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T12:50:48.828-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Works of Art</title><content type='html'>Last night after dinner at my favorite Mexican restaurant, &lt;a href="http://www.casamayagrill.com"&gt;Casa Maya&lt;/a&gt;, my friend Eva and I went to an &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/pages/Fort-Lauderdale-FL/Gallery-101/115882194710"&gt;art gallery&lt;/a&gt; in Fort Lauderdale to view a showing called "Portraits in Blue." A friend of Eva's, &lt;a href="http://www.robinwhiteart.com"&gt;Robin White&lt;/a&gt;, was exhibiting some of her art. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/Sq0gOeNSW2I/AAAAAAAAA6c/c2X2PeCclrM/s1600-h/IMG_2607.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/Sq0gOeNSW2I/AAAAAAAAA6c/c2X2PeCclrM/s320/IMG_2607.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380992562776660834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was very nice - there were many people but not overly crowded. We met Robin and saw her painting, which, she said, was of her mother as a young woman. There were all genres of art. We met and spoke to an artist named &lt;a href="http://www.luckeyart.com"&gt;Lena Luckey&lt;/a&gt; (Luckey is her married name but very appropriate, I think). She is from Czechoslovakia, as is Eva. Lena's art is beautiful, very serene, calm - you can feel inner peace in each one. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/Sq0gZn0g6lI/AAAAAAAAA6k/JgWV0OlJVZA/s1600-h/IMG_2608.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/Sq0gZn0g6lI/AAAAAAAAA6k/JgWV0OlJVZA/s320/IMG_2608.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380992754335672914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A bit later we met two of Eva's cronies from dancing and spent a few minutes talking to them. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/Sq0grYezqbI/AAAAAAAAA6s/Wu-zyp-O2mw/s1600-h/IMG_2614.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/Sq0grYezqbI/AAAAAAAAA6s/Wu-zyp-O2mw/s320/IMG_2614.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380993059455740338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It was a really nice evening. Here are some other works that were at the exhibit, though I apologize for not knowing the artists: &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/Sq0hSqMS06I/AAAAAAAAA7M/VUyWHCtq8vE/s1600-h/IMG_2613.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/Sq0hSqMS06I/AAAAAAAAA7M/VUyWHCtq8vE/s320/IMG_2613.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380993734224827298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/Sq0hSfCn7LI/AAAAAAAAA7E/cNz1YADVTo8/s1600-h/IMG_2609.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/Sq0hSfCn7LI/AAAAAAAAA7E/cNz1YADVTo8/s320/IMG_2609.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380993731231476914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/Sq0hR254GZI/AAAAAAAAA68/srP49lcyskw/s1600-h/IMG_2606.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/Sq0hR254GZI/AAAAAAAAA68/srP49lcyskw/s320/IMG_2606.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380993720457370002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/Sq0hRRBPF-I/AAAAAAAAA60/brQNTiAkRGw/s1600-h/IMG_2605.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/Sq0hRRBPF-I/AAAAAAAAA60/brQNTiAkRGw/s320/IMG_2605.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380993710287689698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8682594-1214826684117496799?l=toodevine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toodevine.blogspot.com/feeds/1214826684117496799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8682594&amp;postID=1214826684117496799&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8682594/posts/default/1214826684117496799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8682594/posts/default/1214826684117496799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toodevine.blogspot.com/2009/09/works-of-art.html' title='Works of Art'/><author><name>Jody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02002996143029207369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v616/jesr621/Jody.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/Sq0gOeNSW2I/AAAAAAAAA6c/c2X2PeCclrM/s72-c/IMG_2607.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8682594.post-4132344038579445004</id><published>2009-09-12T16:14:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T16:20:46.690-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Loves of my Life</title><content type='html'>I have not seen Avi or Talia in person since mid-July and I am looking forward to going to Atlanta in two weeks, for the weekend. Thank goodness for webcams, where I have seen them once or twice, but it doesn't compare to in person. Here are a few pix of my sweethearts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SqwB2HlJz7I/AAAAAAAAA6U/L5p1xXUcTBo/s1600-h/Avi+before+haircut"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SqwB2HlJz7I/AAAAAAAAA6U/L5p1xXUcTBo/s320/Avi+before+haircut" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380677684060344242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SqwB19AgLEI/AAAAAAAAA6M/tFoYPx0QQP8/s1600-h/talia.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SqwB19AgLEI/AAAAAAAAA6M/tFoYPx0QQP8/s320/talia.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380677681222265922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SqwB1mxmCrI/AAAAAAAAA6E/0MNT1DwZ9EM/s1600-h/Aviinriver.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SqwB1mxmCrI/AAAAAAAAA6E/0MNT1DwZ9EM/s320/Aviinriver.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380677675254155954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8682594-4132344038579445004?l=toodevine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toodevine.blogspot.com/feeds/4132344038579445004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8682594&amp;postID=4132344038579445004&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8682594/posts/default/4132344038579445004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8682594/posts/default/4132344038579445004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toodevine.blogspot.com/2009/09/loves-of-my-life.html' title='The Loves of my Life'/><author><name>Jody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02002996143029207369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v616/jesr621/Jody.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SqwB2HlJz7I/AAAAAAAAA6U/L5p1xXUcTBo/s72-c/Avi+before+haircut' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8682594.post-7969626124508271822</id><published>2009-09-12T10:24:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T10:34:17.159-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to Work</title><content type='html'>School started three weeks ago and so far I have a delightful kindergarten class. With the exception of one child who can be, at times, oppositional, the students are cute, well behaved (well, for 5 and 6 year olds that is) and fairly bright. I always have several students who have that 'huh?' look when you are speaking, but not this year (so far). Unfortunately, the 4th kindergarten is about to be closed! Our numbers are down this year and with 14, 15, 10, 9 in our classes there are not enough students to sustain a fourth class. What a shame, since the 'new' teacher spend HOURS setting up her classroom, learning the ropes, bonding with her students, only to be told that she 1. move to third grade (which would bump out a teacher there) or volunteer to apply for a surplus transfer (which she chose to do simply because she lives quite far from our school). Ms. R. came to us this year to take the place of a teacher who was forced into retirement by cutbacks in the county. Ms. R. was an out of classroom teacher whose position was cut, putting her into the surplus area, which landed her at our school (an inner city school). I am so glad that I am not in her position. I have enough years with the school board to be considered safe from being surplussed, and I just look forward to 4 years from now when I can kiss it all goodbye and not have to wake up at 5:30 AM, do lesson plans, and deal with all the non-teaching BS that goes on daily.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8682594-7969626124508271822?l=toodevine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toodevine.blogspot.com/feeds/7969626124508271822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8682594&amp;postID=7969626124508271822&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8682594/posts/default/7969626124508271822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8682594/posts/default/7969626124508271822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toodevine.blogspot.com/2009/09/back-to-work.html' title='Back to Work'/><author><name>Jody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02002996143029207369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v616/jesr621/Jody.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8682594.post-2376127057857073188</id><published>2009-09-10T22:35:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T10:48:01.551-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fixed but Still Frustrated</title><content type='html'>The AT&amp;T technician arrived tonight. He looked at all the connections and announced that the original installer must have been in a rush for he left several unresolved issues. The original installer had been here for SIX HOURS - definitely not a rush job but I guess he didn't know what he was doing when he set up my system. Anyway, the TVs all work but I still called Directv and set up a date to switch to their service. Now I want to 'bundle' my internet and phone with Directv's TV package. When I called to do so I found out that they only use one provided in my area for these services...yup...AT&amp;T! "Hmmm," I thought..."I had no issue with the internet or phone, ok, I can do this!" WRONG! According to Directv, in order to be on THEIR bundles program I would have to cancel the AT&amp;T service I have now BEFORE ordering through them, which would leave me w/o service for a week or so. So then I called AT&amp;T...and was told that if I use Directv's internet service (through AT&amp;T) 1. I would STILL have to order it directly through AT&amp;T 2. the internet would drop from 18 megabytes (speed-wise) to 6 megabytes (Directv told me that through them it would be only 3 megabytes). Being so connected to my computer as I am I want the 18 megabytes that I have now, which I can only get through being part of Uverse, which I have now. So, bottom line...I can just drop the TV part of my Uverse plan, keep the phone and internet, and pay more than I would if I went through Directv but had a much slower internet speed! Then Mom suggested that I cancel my home phone line and just stick with my cell phone since I rarely use my home phone and even transfer it to my cell when I am at work or away. I can't explain why, but this is hard for me. This has been Gerry's home phone number since the late 90's and I almost feel guilty giving it up...stupid, huh? It truly makes sense to cancel it, giving me a $45 plus tax/fees savings each month. Of course, it would mean not having my fax line either but really...I only use it MAYBE once a month, for which I can go to Kinkos to fax or learn how to fax using the scanner and computer. Have you figured out that I am a pain in the butt when it comes to certain decisions? It took me almost a year to decide to cut my hair back in 1998, driving my then spouse nuts till he said, "Cut it or shut up about it!"...so, I cut it (cut him out too, but not because of that incident for he was right). So, on Sept. 19 I will be switched to Directv and by then I should have decided to cut the home phone and fax out, too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8682594-2376127057857073188?l=toodevine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toodevine.blogspot.com/feeds/2376127057857073188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8682594&amp;postID=2376127057857073188&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8682594/posts/default/2376127057857073188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8682594/posts/default/2376127057857073188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toodevine.blogspot.com/2009/09/fixed-but-still-frustrated.html' title='Fixed but Still Frustrated'/><author><name>Jody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02002996143029207369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v616/jesr621/Jody.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8682594.post-5295230253689541950</id><published>2009-09-09T19:36:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T19:42:48.171-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Can We Say...I've HAD IT?</title><content type='html'>I know that I need to update this blog since I have not written since Aug...and I will...soon. But I really, really need to VENT so I apologize for doing it here, but here goes:I had issues with AT&amp;T 10 years ago and SWORE I would never use them for anything again. Their UVerse package sounded good so...I took it in late June. I have had nothing but problems. I am not a big live TV watcher but it seems that ...most times when I have an hour or two b/t coming and going - I have a TV issue. Tonight, having 2 hours at home b/t work and dance, I spent 1 1/2 hours on the phone trying to get my TV's to show ANYTHING!!! The technician finally did something "temporary" and my big TV is on (although the picture keeps breaking up). So...I am leaving the TV on (which is upping my elec. bill) so it will work when I come home later, repairman coming tomorrow night (so I have to be here) and I will DEFINITELY call Direct TV and beg them to take me back! Do I sound PO'd?? Oh you have NO idea. Thanks for listening!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8682594-5295230253689541950?l=toodevine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toodevine.blogspot.com/feeds/5295230253689541950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8682594&amp;postID=5295230253689541950&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8682594/posts/default/5295230253689541950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8682594/posts/default/5295230253689541950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toodevine.blogspot.com/2009/09/can-we-sayive-had-it.html' title='Can We Say...I&apos;ve HAD IT?'/><author><name>Jody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02002996143029207369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v616/jesr621/Jody.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8682594.post-1487070473535763574</id><published>2009-09-07T22:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T12:25:39.475-04:00</updated><title type='text'>We Are Family!</title><content type='html'>Busy but fun weekend....my sister Etienne and my niece Ashley (17) flew in to spend the weekend with me. They have never been to my home in FL and I have not seen Ashley since she was 9 years old. I did get to see Etie when she flew from her home in San Diego this past July to OKC (for just 24 hours) to see me while I was visiting our dad. We did not grow up together - we have different mothers, but we have tried to maintain a relationship since she was 16. We are so alike in many ways, but mostly in our desire to be close to one another. What a great time we had! I picked they up at the airport after work on Thursday and we went to dinner on Atlantic Ave in Delray Beach, at &lt;a href="http://www.cabanarestaurant.com/"&gt;Cabana&lt;/a&gt;. We walked in and out of the shops and I got a bargain...I bought a pair or designer jeans (I never buy designer anything) for a FRACTION of the original cost. Friday they took the Tri-rail train to Miami, took a sightseeing boat to view the homes of the rich and famous, then spent a few hours in Bayside (shopping area). That night we did more browsing of the shops and I bought a beautiful dress, this one cost 83% BELOW the original tag - LOVE IT! and then went to my favorite restaurant on Atlantic Ave - &lt;a href="http://www.sazio.com/"&gt;Sazio&lt;/a&gt;, and had a nice Italian meal (well, I only  had mahi-mahi on salad but it was still delicious).  Afterward we went to the &lt;a href="http://www.fredastairedelray.com"&gt;dance studio&lt;/a&gt; for the weekly dance party. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SqvJ60imtJI/AAAAAAAAA5s/YGSTrZ4hN-w/s1600-h/P1040288.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SqvJ60imtJI/AAAAAAAAA5s/YGSTrZ4hN-w/s320/P1040288.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380616192197571730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There were more women than men there - I guess men don't brave the rain like we women do, and it was so much fun. Eric, my partner/instructor was so gracious, dancing with both Etie and Ashley several times. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SqvJccFG5RI/AAAAAAAAA5c/Hij0oR8S-20/s1600-h/P1040284.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SqvJccFG5RI/AAAAAAAAA5c/Hij0oR8S-20/s320/P1040284.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380615670235325714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; On Saturday I took them to &lt;a href="http://www.simon.com/mall/default.aspx?ID=1262"&gt;Sawgrass Mills&lt;/a&gt;, a HUGE shopping mall (mostly outlet stores) - I mean, where else would you take a teenage? They loved it and had a ball shopping there (me? I just kept them company, having done my thing the past two nights). For dinner we went to the &lt;a href="http://www.bananaboatboynton.com"&gt;Banana Boat&lt;/a&gt; in Boynton Beach, on the intracoastal  waterway and serving yummy seafood. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SqvJplkV5GI/AAAAAAAAA5k/odHAPaax6m8/s1600-h/IMG_2602.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SqvJplkV5GI/AAAAAAAAA5k/odHAPaax6m8/s320/IMG_2602.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380615896120550498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On Sunday we were on our way to the airport when I told Etie to call and check the flight. She was told that there was no such flight, that it had been cancelled in JUNE. Her travel agent had gotten the info but did not communicate with Etie...had not even done a seat assignment. We had to go back to my house and wait another few hours till their flight. At least we got to eat some of our restaurant leftovers, and they took the rest with them.&lt;br /&gt;Later that afternoon my friend Laura came up to Delray. We had dinner on the Ave and went to a singles "thing" at the Blue Fish (restaurant) on the Ave. I am NOT into singles things but she met a guy there who she had met a few nights before at another place. He hung with us all night (or were we hanging with him?) and he was a lot of fun. Then Laura spent the night at my house and in the morning, after the rain, we went to the beach, meeting her friend JoAnn and my friend Eva and had a really nice, relaxing time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8682594-1487070473535763574?l=toodevine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toodevine.blogspot.com/feeds/1487070473535763574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8682594&amp;postID=1487070473535763574&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8682594/posts/default/1487070473535763574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8682594/posts/default/1487070473535763574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toodevine.blogspot.com/2009/09/we-are-family.html' title='We Are Family!'/><author><name>Jody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02002996143029207369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v616/jesr621/Jody.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SqvJ60imtJI/AAAAAAAAA5s/YGSTrZ4hN-w/s72-c/P1040288.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8682594.post-4470247416348116311</id><published>2009-08-30T10:48:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T12:27:54.150-04:00</updated><title type='text'>WOOHOO!!! What a Weekend!!</title><content type='html'>This weekend I competed in the &lt;a href="http://www.fredastairedelray.com"&gt;Fred Astaire&lt;/a&gt; 2009 Sundance Classic (dance competition) held at the &lt;a href="http://www.ritzcarlton.com"&gt;Ritz Carlton Hotel in Palm Beach&lt;/a&gt;. It was so much fun. Friday night I competed in the category Novice Bronze Closed International Foxtrot and took 1st place. I bought my dress in a bridal shop and, while it was not the typical flowing ball gown, it was perfect! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SqvC-ngtKvI/AAAAAAAAA5E/rcFzPrnCfYs/s1600-h/IMG_2540_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 259px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SqvC-ngtKvI/AAAAAAAAA5E/rcFzPrnCfYs/s320/IMG_2540_2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380608560838028018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On Saturday I danced Intermediate Social Bronze American Cha Cha - 3rd place; Intermediate Social Bronze American Rumba - 2nd place; Intermediate Social Bronze East Coast Swing - 1st place; and Intermediate Social Bronze Bolero - 2nd place. For this I wore an outfit that I bought at the Gold Coast Ballroom. I got it half price but then had to buy rhinestones which took me several hours to glue onto the top, so...there went my bargain! But it was cute and effective. The camaraderie at the competition was wonderful, supporting each other and cheering each other on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SqvC_HKcUKI/AAAAAAAAA5M/yaQVorZuP5Q/s1600-h/IMG_2555.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SqvC_HKcUKI/AAAAAAAAA5M/yaQVorZuP5Q/s320/IMG_2555.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380608569334583458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I didn't have to stay at the hotel, thankfully, since I lived only 20 minutes from there, giving me time to go home, chill out and regroup. That night (Saturday) there was a banquet. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SqvDZBG1hPI/AAAAAAAAA5U/A06rLcOSq2E/s1600-h/IMG_2588.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SqvDZBG1hPI/AAAAAAAAA5U/A06rLcOSq2E/s320/IMG_2588.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380609014385444082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Starting from the time we all met in the lobby to the dinner and dancing, it was nothing but fun and friendship. I sat with Eric (my partner/instructor) and others from my studio. The dancing was so much fun since it was just social dancing. Besides Eric, I dance with other students, with Armando (who heads up the studios in FL and NY) and the best was when I was asked to dance by Philip, who is a 17 year student of dance in NYC and is close to becoming the Fred Astaire National Champion. He and I danced the mambo and I kept up with him all the way, and he gave me several compliments on my dancing and ability to follow. That made my night! I can't wait until the next big competition.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8682594-4470247416348116311?l=toodevine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toodevine.blogspot.com/feeds/4470247416348116311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8682594&amp;postID=4470247416348116311&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8682594/posts/default/4470247416348116311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8682594/posts/default/4470247416348116311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toodevine.blogspot.com/2009/08/woohoo-what-weekend.html' title='WOOHOO!!! What a Weekend!!'/><author><name>Jody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02002996143029207369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v616/jesr621/Jody.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SqvC-ngtKvI/AAAAAAAAA5E/rcFzPrnCfYs/s72-c/IMG_2540_2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8682594.post-1436607489627555840</id><published>2009-08-22T23:53:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T12:26:36.931-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 1st Anniversary!</title><content type='html'>Tonight the &lt;a href="http://www.fredastairedelray.com"&gt;Fred Astaire Delray Beach Studio&lt;/a&gt; celebrated it's one year Anniversary. We had a wonderful party with about 50 people in attendance. They had a buffet dinner, wine-tasting and dessert. The students who are competing next week each did one or two dance performances - a good way to get used to dancing in front of others. I danced my foxtrot and swing, but unfortunately the swing music was unexpectedly fast and, as Eric had just changed our routine THAT MORNING, I was thrown off a bit. To anyone watching it looks ok...to me...yuck! But still, it was fun, and at the end I danced swing with Armando who is the "big cheese" at F.A. Florida/NY and was able to 'hold my own.'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8682594-1436607489627555840?l=toodevine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toodevine.blogspot.com/feeds/1436607489627555840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8682594&amp;postID=1436607489627555840&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8682594/posts/default/1436607489627555840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8682594/posts/default/1436607489627555840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toodevine.blogspot.com/2009/08/happy-1st-anniversary.html' title='Happy 1st Anniversary!'/><author><name>Jody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02002996143029207369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v616/jesr621/Jody.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8682594.post-4500758777783673001</id><published>2009-08-17T12:28:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T12:35:03.663-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hippifest</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SqvNrQX1i8I/AAAAAAAAA58/8w3dn7GknSE/s1600-h/IMG_2470.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SqvNrQX1i8I/AAAAAAAAA58/8w3dn7GknSE/s320/IMG_2470.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380620322837203906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I went with my friend Lois, her brother Robert and friends of his to &lt;a href="http://www.browardcenter.org"&gt;Broward Performing Arts Center&lt;/a&gt; for &lt;a href="http://www.hippiefest.net/ "&gt;Hippifest&lt;/a&gt;. It was a celebration of music from the 60's and 70's. I had never been before and so was happy to go but not overly enthusiastic. However...it was GREAT!! Dressed like hippies we were entertained, danced at our seats, sang along to songs we grew up with and just had a ball! Thanks, Lois and Robert, for inviting me. It was a wonderful night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8682594-4500758777783673001?l=toodevine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toodevine.blogspot.com/feeds/4500758777783673001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8682594&amp;postID=4500758777783673001&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8682594/posts/default/4500758777783673001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8682594/posts/default/4500758777783673001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toodevine.blogspot.com/2009/08/hippifest.html' title='Hippifest'/><author><name>Jody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02002996143029207369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v616/jesr621/Jody.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SqvNrQX1i8I/AAAAAAAAA58/8w3dn7GknSE/s72-c/IMG_2470.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8682594.post-6593785658141318808</id><published>2009-08-01T11:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T12:03:23.576-04:00</updated><title type='text'>On The Road...AGAIN!</title><content type='html'>***(If you are reading this today, my apologies for not having my Atlanta pix. I uploaded them to Alison's computer but forgot to burn a CD, and I am still waiting for Alison to get it to me. When I do, I'll edit and add them).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two days after returning from NY, Mom and I drove to Atlanta. We stopped in Orlando along the way and had lunch with Jeanette, her husband and son. I was the kindergarten teacher for their other son WAY back when, and I have had an online connection with Jeanette for the past year or so. We met at Cracker Barrel and had a really fun time reminiscing - about school, the Bronx, our childhoods. I even got to talk to David (who was my student) on the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In ATL I helped Alison prepare for Talia's baby naming. We went to shul Saturday night for the official service. Talia was given the Hebrew name Talia Ziva...Ziva means "radiance" which is so fitting, as she is a very happy, smiling baby. That night I had dinner with my brother Jon (who had flown in the night before for the weekend), my brother-in-law Jimmy and his wife Pat (great in-laws, even if they ARE from my ex's side) and their grandchildren Cameron and Ashlyn, my son-in-law Phil and Mom. We had a great time together. The next day, Sunday, was the second service at the house. The rabbi was so good, very personable, and Talia came through like as champ (as did Avi, who was unbelievably well behaved for having to deal with so many people, kids, relatives).&lt;br /&gt;Mom flew home on Tuesday and I moved from Becca's house to Alison's. We went blueberry and  blackberry picking, baked cobblers and breakfast bars, and (Alison) canned jam and syrup. I spent HOURS with Avi, playing an reading to him - he is SO addicted to books, and taking him to the park or gym. I loved being with Talia, savoring every moment as I knew that she would be growing fast. It was such a wonderful two 1/2 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left ATL on a Sunday morning and drove to Tazwell, VA to visit my "other son" Shawn and Michelle, his missus. Shawn and I worked together in SFLA for 3 years and he and Michelle are just the nicest couple and good friends. I got to see that beautiful part of VA, visited the school they work at, the farm where Shawn works on his off-school hours, and met some of his extended family. I also taught Michelle how to make burp cloths and wipes, baked lots of breakfast bars, and she taught me how to make 'puppy chow' from wheat chex, chocolate, peanut butter, butter and confectioners sugar...mmmmmm! After three days I drove back to ATL, spent the night at Becca's (dinner at Alison's so we could all be together) and began my drive home. I stopped in Central FL for dinner with my cousins and enjoyed their company and hospitality, and then...on the road to Delray.&lt;br /&gt;That day was the one year anniversary of Gerry's death. It was a good day for me to be on the road with hours alone...it just felt right. When I arrived in Delray I went straight to the beach where Gerry and I would go to view the full moon, and spent 5 minutes there to "chat" with him. After all, just 3 miles off that spot is where his ashes (and those of our dog Cocktail) were scattered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a sad note...while in ATL we put our dog Tiemann to sleep. I say OURS because he was bought by Alison just before we moved to FL in 1995. She took him to college with her but he was not easy to housebreak, so she gave him to me and Becca. When I moved out in 2000 I took Tiemann and our poodle Ricky with me. Once I started working a second job and was gone from home for long stretches of time, Becca took the dogs back to live with her and her dad. Over the next few years and a few family moves, Tiemann went to live in AZ with Alison for a year and then back to Becca in Ocala. Gerry and I took Tiemann a few years later (Ricky had gotten sick and been put down). Gerry promised Tiemann that this was the last house he would know. Unfortunately, when Gerry died I could no longer take care of the dogs, so Becca thoughtfully and generously took Tiemann back (she already had two other dogs, too). At least Tiemann was kept in the immediate family. This year he turned 14 and had health issues, and the dr. said it 'was time.' So on 9th the deed was done. We'll miss you, T!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SoWKhzayNUI/AAAAAAAAA48/svXkBUAz5T4/s1600-h/Tiemann.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SoWKhzayNUI/AAAAAAAAA48/svXkBUAz5T4/s320/Tiemann.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369850444052051266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the remaining weeks that I have been home I have kept SO busy. I spend time with Mom, see my friends, enjoy my own company. I have been to the beach a few times, saw a couple of movies, but best of all...I have been dancing!! I belong to the Fred Astaire Dance Studio in Delray Beach and I LOVE it!!! I am there 3 - 4 times a week. I am competing at the end of August in Palm Beach. No cheap endeavor but what the heck...life is short and as long as I can do something to make myself happy, why not do it? I am so fortunate to have a decent job and good health. I see/hear of so many people who die young or suffer illnesses...so I count my blessings and dance on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8682594-6593785658141318808?l=toodevine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toodevine.blogspot.com/feeds/6593785658141318808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8682594&amp;postID=6593785658141318808&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8682594/posts/default/6593785658141318808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8682594/posts/default/6593785658141318808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toodevine.blogspot.com/2009/08/on-roadagain.html' title='On The Road...AGAIN!'/><author><name>Jody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02002996143029207369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v616/jesr621/Jody.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SoWKhzayNUI/AAAAAAAAA48/svXkBUAz5T4/s72-c/Tiemann.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8682594.post-1479580713238370867</id><published>2009-06-29T11:19:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T11:50:07.215-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends and Family</title><content type='html'>June - as soon as school ended I flew to OKC to see my dad, his family and my brother and his family. I stayed at my brother's house. My niece had just had a darling baby boy in April (3 weeks after Talia was born) and I enjoyed being with them and playing with Tristin Lee. My dad is amazing. He is over 86, gets dialysis 3X week, walks sometimes with a cane and still gets around very well. I got to hear more of his lifetime stories as well - always enjoyable. My sister Etie flew in from San Diego for just 24 hrs, to see Dad but mostly to see me (we had not seen each other in 9 years). We had a great time. She immediately booked a flight for here and my niece Ashley to come to FL for Labor Day weekend to spend more time with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SoWB5YN98gI/AAAAAAAAA3k/tDRj-671LH4/s1600-h/IMG_1857.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SoWB5YN98gI/AAAAAAAAA3k/tDRj-671LH4/s320/IMG_1857.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369840953462747650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                 Darla, Skylar, Me, Etie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SoWCTrr9NXI/AAAAAAAAA3s/-GIgn1sEGqg/s1600-h/IMG_1844.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SoWCTrr9NXI/AAAAAAAAA3s/-GIgn1sEGqg/s320/IMG_1844.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369841405365400946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                      Etie, JT(my nephew), Randy (my brother), Dad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SoWDRz3szuI/AAAAAAAAA30/JdaoWJuEDk0/s1600-h/IMG_1866.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SoWDRz3szuI/AAAAAAAAA30/JdaoWJuEDk0/s320/IMG_1866.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369842472714030818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                           Me and my greatnephew Tristin Lee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 4 days I returned home for two days, then Mom and I flew to NYC for a 2 week visit with my brother and niece. We saw the Broadway show &lt;a href="http://www.intheheightsthemusical.com/"&gt;In The Heights&lt;/a&gt;...FAB-U-LOUS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SoWD5MqO8BI/AAAAAAAAA38/KRQZov-o_ng/s1600-h/IMG_1908.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SoWD5MqO8BI/AAAAAAAAA38/KRQZov-o_ng/s320/IMG_1908.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369843149383331858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Watched the Puerto Rican Day Parade for about an hour; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SoWEPMMuARI/AAAAAAAAA4E/HXBrATy3RxM/s1600-h/IMG_1886.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SoWEPMMuARI/AAAAAAAAA4E/HXBrATy3RxM/s320/IMG_1886.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369843527216660754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sat on lawn chairs in the middle of Broadway (ah, NY!!), had a street vendor hot dog (dirty water dogs...the best!). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SoWEh5wNe2I/AAAAAAAAA4M/o8UWmw0GYjg/s1600-h/IMG_1901.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SoWEh5wNe2I/AAAAAAAAA4M/o8UWmw0GYjg/s320/IMG_1901.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369843848682765154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SoWE3p6ZUQI/AAAAAAAAA4U/kmtxVQGwmUc/s1600-h/IMG_1900.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SoWE3p6ZUQI/AAAAAAAAA4U/kmtxVQGwmUc/s320/IMG_1900.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369844222387638530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw many friends, including Aileen, a former neighbor/friend who I had not seen in over 40 years...and I think she's wonderful! I went to Atlantic City for two nights, saw Maddy in NJ for HOURS, went to the 8th grade graduation of the students who I taught Kindergarten to in 2000, had a mini-reunion with two "kids" who I played with when I was under 9 years old (she was my maid of honor for wedding # 1). &lt;br /&gt;Deb and Kenny lived next door to each other growing up, and though I had seen each in recent years, they had not seen each other for about 37 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SoWFLdsTUzI/AAAAAAAAA4c/qGLEiHp1VQc/s1600-h/IMG_2033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SoWFLdsTUzI/AAAAAAAAA4c/qGLEiHp1VQc/s320/IMG_2033.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369844562704683826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The culminating activity was a lovely party to celebrate my brother's 50th birthday and my niece's high school graduation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SoWGPr158dI/AAAAAAAAA4k/Ru5ksyaTpXE/s1600-h/IMG_2022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SoWGPr158dI/AAAAAAAAA4k/Ru5ksyaTpXE/s320/IMG_2022.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369845734734164434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SoWGlW0fioI/AAAAAAAAA4s/kkGyyeerOto/s1600-h/IMG_2031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SoWGlW0fioI/AAAAAAAAA4s/kkGyyeerOto/s320/IMG_2031.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369846107048217218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             Mom, Gianna, Me, Gloria(sister-in-law), Jon (brother)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather during our stay wasn't great but on graduation day and the party day (2 days later) the weather was perfect. The party was so much fun. We had friends there that we grew up with, and family who I don't often get to see. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SoWHKGMjzoI/AAAAAAAAA40/VeN2jWl2Uc0/s1600-h/IMG_2048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SoWHKGMjzoI/AAAAAAAAA40/VeN2jWl2Uc0/s320/IMG_2048.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369846738240917122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         Jon, Jimmy, Me, Ellen, Marc - we grew up together in the Bronx&lt;br /&gt;I was glad that my brother and niece had a nice celebration.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8682594-1479580713238370867?l=toodevine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toodevine.blogspot.com/feeds/1479580713238370867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8682594&amp;postID=1479580713238370867&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8682594/posts/default/1479580713238370867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8682594/posts/default/1479580713238370867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toodevine.blogspot.com/2009/06/friends-and-family.html' title='Friends and Family'/><author><name>Jody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02002996143029207369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v616/jesr621/Jody.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SoWB5YN98gI/AAAAAAAAA3k/tDRj-671LH4/s72-c/IMG_1857.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8682594.post-7877789765895430126</id><published>2009-05-31T23:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T11:52:49.431-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Gotta Dance!</title><content type='html'>May - after stating that I would not be a competitive dancer, I danced in my first one in Hollywood, FL. It wasn't a big competition and I was really competing against myself (points) and so got 1st place. That wasn't important. What WAS important was that I had fun and the commraderie of the other students from the studio. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SoWAZoBiGZI/AAAAAAAAA3U/OZHmx_x9mHE/s1600-h/sc00299972.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 211px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SoWAZoBiGZI/AAAAAAAAA3U/OZHmx_x9mHE/s320/sc00299972.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369839308438116754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8682594-7877789765895430126?l=toodevine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toodevine.blogspot.com/feeds/7877789765895430126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8682594&amp;postID=7877789765895430126&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8682594/posts/default/7877789765895430126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8682594/posts/default/7877789765895430126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toodevine.blogspot.com/2009/08/gotta-dance.html' title='Gotta Dance!'/><author><name>Jody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02002996143029207369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v616/jesr621/Jody.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SoWAZoBiGZI/AAAAAAAAA3U/OZHmx_x9mHE/s72-c/sc00299972.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8682594.post-2752961821967103147</id><published>2009-04-20T10:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T11:51:51.733-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Back!</title><content type='html'>I had a request from a reader (didn't know I had more than 2) to return to blogging. My intention to do so was there but, procrastinator that I am I just didn't get to it. So, no time like the present. There is so much to write about but it will tend to get boring, so I will try to just give the highlights (the next few posts have been back dated to keep them in chronological order).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April - I spent two weeks in Atlanta with my girls, staying with Alison...because...she and Michael welcomed a beautiful baby girl...Talia 8lb. 11oz...yes, a little butterball. She's beautiful, delicious, heavenly. I was thrilled to be asked by Alison to come and stay for two weeks to help out. She was due on the 8th, right in the middle of my spring break, and Talia was considerate and came a day early. I took the following week off as well. I had a great time with Avi, too, and got to be there when he first met his sister. Plus, since Bex and Phil live in ATL too I got to see and spend time with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SoV_IV-dcmI/AAAAAAAAA28/-W6hDxSkhj4/s1600-h/IMG_1466.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SoV_IV-dcmI/AAAAAAAAA28/-W6hDxSkhj4/s320/IMG_1466.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369837912023986786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SoV_xsiEXXI/AAAAAAAAA3M/0BNBsQTKeqA/s1600-h/IMG_1475.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SoV_xsiEXXI/AAAAAAAAA3M/0BNBsQTKeqA/s320/IMG_1475.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369838622453554546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8682594-2752961821967103147?l=toodevine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toodevine.blogspot.com/feeds/2752961821967103147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8682594&amp;postID=2752961821967103147&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8682594/posts/default/2752961821967103147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8682594/posts/default/2752961821967103147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toodevine.blogspot.com/2009/08/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m Back!'/><author><name>Jody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02002996143029207369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v616/jesr621/Jody.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SoV_IV-dcmI/AAAAAAAAA28/-W6hDxSkhj4/s72-c/IMG_1466.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8682594.post-3042197329279972020</id><published>2009-03-09T22:13:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T22:17:26.932-04:00</updated><title type='text'>To Donna S</title><content type='html'>I tried once again (for the third time) to e-mail you but keep getting it returned with error messages. So here is what I was writing to you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hi Donna - I hope this goes through to you as I keep getting every other e-mail to you returned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I am SO excited and on a HIGH from the race. It was GREAT!!! Of course, the car ended up costing me over $550....alternator and battery but...what the heck...stuff happens!! But the weekend was GREAT! And so was yours, huh? How is Anderson doing? I am sure that he has changed a lot since you were last there. Ok, Grandma...pictures, please!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea why my e-mails to you are returned. Does anyone else have the problem I am having with your e-mail address?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(to anyone else who reads my blog...please allow me this interlude so I can contact this lovely lady).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8682594-3042197329279972020?l=toodevine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toodevine.blogspot.com/feeds/3042197329279972020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8682594&amp;postID=3042197329279972020&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8682594/posts/default/3042197329279972020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8682594/posts/default/3042197329279972020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toodevine.blogspot.com/2009/03/to-donna-s.html' title='To Donna S'/><author><name>Jody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02002996143029207369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v616/jesr621/Jody.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8682594.post-8354617644515035443</id><published>2009-03-08T21:59:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T22:40:33.811-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I DID IT!! I DID IT!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SbSAp3WeOxI/AAAAAAAAA20/3P8w78wd6DM/s1600-h/IMG_1399.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SbSAp3WeOxI/AAAAAAAAA20/3P8w78wd6DM/s320/IMG_1399.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311011317297855250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What a great weekend had. Becca and I had signed up to do the first Disney Princess 1/2 marathon in Orlando. I have been training (grudgingly) since October. Finally the time had come. Mom and I drove up to Orlando Friday night and Becca/Phil arrived really later. The next day Bex, Phil, Mom and I went to check in for the race and went thru the Expo. I got a cute t-shrt that says I DID IT!!! so I can wear it to work on Monday. As I was paying for it I saw that the cashier had a pin with his name and under it where he was from...Bronx, NY. I questioned him as to where and with each question/answer the world was getting smaller...he lived where we used to live, same building at the same time. I told him I taught in the school there...he asked if I knew the principal...of course, I said...the principal is now my investment advisor. He said he knew the AP - of course, so did I. He told me that he had been President of the PTA - I asked his kids names....and it turned out that I WAS THE K TEACHER FOR TWO OF THEM!! I don't remember all my kids but I remember them (even described them for him) for they were one of my favorite families. He was so thrilled to learn who I was, said his wife will be thrilled when he tells her who he met. Imagine that!!! That made the trip to Orlando SO worth it - besides seeing Bex and Phil and doing the race!&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The race was AWESOME. Bex and I were there at 6:15 AM. There were women in just short shorts and tanktops. I had on a light, long sleeved zippered sweatshirt over my running clothes. Alison told me to get a cheap one and toss it to the side of the road when the weather (or I) got too hot. The Disney people pick them up and donate them. There were women dressed in Disney princess outfits, Tinkerbell wings, and lots of cool t-shirts. I wore the one Becca had on last year. On the front it said "This seemed like a good idea three months ago" and on the back it said "Do Not Pass...Race Official". My headband said, "Run like a Mother." Becca's t-shirt said, "I know I said I would never do this again" and I can remember what her headband said. We ran together for the first 3/4 mile and then I was out ahead and gone. I listened to my iPod audiobook while I ran, only turning it off as I passed the bands and DJ's that were helping us along with their music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SbSApr1oXdI/AAAAAAAAA2s/26oyPounY0s/s1600-h/downsized_0308090831.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SbSApr1oXdI/AAAAAAAAA2s/26oyPounY0s/s320/downsized_0308090831.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311011314207317458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SbSAZ0ySIHI/AAAAAAAAA2k/xWndYIZkLag/s1600-h/0308090939.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SbSAZ0ySIHI/AAAAAAAAA2k/xWndYIZkLag/s320/0308090939.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311011041731289202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SbSAZmLOYCI/AAAAAAAAA2c/p_7wS-MQTq8/s1600-h/downsized_0308090914.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SbSAZmLOYCI/AAAAAAAAA2c/p_7wS-MQTq8/s320/downsized_0308090914.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311011037809369122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SbSAZq66BwI/AAAAAAAAA2U/8zMGdzmkVdI/s1600-h/downsized_0308091007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SbSAZq66BwI/AAAAAAAAA2U/8zMGdzmkVdI/s320/downsized_0308091007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311011039083104002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SbSAZXALcVI/AAAAAAAAA2M/3TnAd-AHOrE/s1600-h/IMG_1400.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 224px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SbSAZXALcVI/AAAAAAAAA2M/3TnAd-AHOrE/s320/IMG_1400.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311011033736507730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;The weather was great, comfortable to run in, and all the women were so cheerful and pleasant and the people on the sides cheered us on. When I got to mile marker 11 I thought, "I wanna do this again." When I got to 1/2 mile from the finish I started to cry because I realized that I was actually going to complete this race, but I quickly wiped my eyes because I didn't want anyone to think I was in tears due to being unhappy. Mom and Phil were on the side near the finish line and Phil got a great pix of me as I ended the race. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SbSAZOWBeyI/AAAAAAAAA2E/rk7PBclIxI0/s1600-h/IMG_1404.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 282px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SbSAZOWBeyI/AAAAAAAAA2E/rk7PBclIxI0/s320/IMG_1404.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311011031412210466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;After I finished and got my BEAUTIFUL medal I waited for Bex. She came in about 1/2 hour after me and we hugged and were just so thrilled. Then we had our pix taken - alone and together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;After we went back to the resort to shower and dress, Bex and Phil took us to the Cheesecake Factory for lunch before they drove to Ocala to see her dad and we left for home. I had planned to spend the afternoon at the resort in the jacuzzi, but Phil noticed a problem with my car when he took it to the race earlier, so I didn't want to chance getting stuck on the Turnpike in the dark. Sure enough, we were half'way down when...the problem started and then...it died. Luckily I had gotten the car to the shoulder. We got out, set up chairs so we wouldn't be in the car, and I called AAA. They were there in 20 minutes. The driver was SUCH a good guy. He drove MOM home, then stopped at MY house to unload my luggage and stuff, then took me to my mechanics where we left the car and THEN drove me back to my house!! AND...I found out that HE was originally from the Bronx, too and grew up down the block from where I raised my kids (though he is now as old as my children's father).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I had to orchestrate getting to work tomorrow, so the only teacher who lives sort of near me will pick me up at 6:30, my neighbors will drop the key for the car at the mechanic's (as the garage was closed tonight), and my friend (who actually lives 12 miles south of me, closer to school) will drive me home. I am not complaining about the car problem though... it was too good a day for that! (I think it's the alternator...the battery light was staying on, then the airbag light came on and the radio and it's lights stopped working...and finally, the car petered out). However...I don't care about the car. It will get fixed...it was just a minor technicality in an otherwise FABULOUS weekend cause...Bex and I DID IT!!! And when Alison does her next 1/2 marathon next year... I want to be right there with her (and hopefully Bex will be with us,too).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8682594-8354617644515035443?l=toodevine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toodevine.blogspot.com/feeds/8354617644515035443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8682594&amp;postID=8354617644515035443&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8682594/posts/default/8354617644515035443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8682594/posts/default/8354617644515035443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toodevine.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-did-it-i-did-it.html' title='I DID IT!! I DID IT!!'/><author><name>Jody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02002996143029207369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v616/jesr621/Jody.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SbSAp3WeOxI/AAAAAAAAA20/3P8w78wd6DM/s72-c/IMG_1399.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8682594.post-4423182072092260632</id><published>2009-02-25T23:26:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T23:29:24.875-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Frustration - a Note to Donna S.</title><content type='html'>It's too late to call so I am putting my message here...for Donna S. ... I responded to your e-mail but keep getting a "MAILER-DAEMON" message... that it's undeliverable. I have tried to send it 6 times but to no avail. I have send my e-mail to you as a "reply" and by putting it into a new e-mail window. I have no idea why. I hope you are getting this message, as I didn't want you to think I was being neglectful. So, DS - it could me something at my end but please check your e-mail anyway and let me know... I am able to get your e-mails.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8682594-4423182072092260632?l=toodevine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toodevine.blogspot.com/feeds/4423182072092260632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8682594&amp;postID=4423182072092260632&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8682594/posts/default/4423182072092260632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8682594/posts/default/4423182072092260632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toodevine.blogspot.com/2009/02/frustration-note-to-donna-s.html' title='Frustration - a Note to Donna S.'/><author><name>Jody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02002996143029207369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v616/jesr621/Jody.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8682594.post-6845824844922282277</id><published>2009-02-17T22:02:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T22:19:13.006-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Back in Atlanta</title><content type='html'>Here I am...cold hands and all. It's still cold in Atlanta, though not as freezing as last time, but I am still chilled most of the time. Mom and I flew in Friday night. We were both supposed to fly home Monday, but Michael "won" a trip from work , to Cancun, so he and Alison left Sunday and will return on Thursday, with me watching Avi (now THAT wasn't a hard thing for me to say yes to). Alison looks great, only 7 weeks to go till her due date. She has been so busy sewing and doing many other things. She made the bumpers, crib skirt and curtains for Baby Girl's room, is sewing cloth diapers in various sizes, and more. While she hated to leave Avi and with so much to do, it was good for them to get away on their own for a bit. When Alison and Michael left, Alison (and Mom and I ) were teary, but Avi just said, "Bye" and reached for me (ah, it's GOOD to be GRANDMA!!). Later that day Mom and I took Avi to the park. We had such a good time with him. On Monday Becca came over for a bit, and later on after Avi's nap we went to see where she and Phil are living (right around the corner from Alison). Then they joined us for dinner. I had to take Mom to the airport. We left with some time to spare, but there were three accidents that held us up. Mom missed her plane by LITERALLY 2 minutes. She was able to get on another plane an hour later, to Fort Lauderdale instead of W. Palm Beach. I had to make some calls and my wonderful cousin Ray agreed to pick her up - at midnight. Today Avi and I went to Northpoint Mall in Alpharetta, GA. There is a "soft play area" there for little kids. He has been there before with me but he is always a bit overwhelmed by the other kids. He won't go on the equipment if another child is on it (ah, he's not stupid...he doesn't want to get knocked down). I had pre-arranged to meet an online friend there as well. Donna S (Hi, Donna) always comments on this blog. I finally got her e-mail address and we have been corresponding. She is in town to help her son with his new baby boy, Anderson. So we took advantage of both of us being here and met. She is so lovely, and so easy to talk to...you would think we have known each other for years. Afterward Avi and I went to &lt;a href="http://www.pfchangs.com"&gt;PF Changs&lt;/a&gt; for lunch - yup, the very same one where Becca works. She sat us at a table in the kitchen, which was great. We got to watch the goings on and were able to be with Becca at the same time. I had their egg drop soup for the first time...it was fabulous, and Avi loved it. He was an angel - and the kid loves to eat!!! Then we came home, looked at some photos of family and we both napped...I AM tired! Tomorrow I am taking him to a nearby gym where there is an open house for two hours where he can jump into a foam pit and bounce on trampolines, etc. On Thursday I will take him to his swim class (yup - I have to get into the pool, too). I won't get to see Alison and Michael as they will get home just around the time I am leaving, but their good friend/neighbor will take Avi for the 30 - 60 minutes till they get home. Avi and I will both go through withdrawal at my leaving. I am so thankful that he loves to be with me and is comfortable enough with me that he can deal with his mom and dad leaving (sorry, Alison). I will be back for two weeks in April when Baby Girl is due, then again Memorial Day weekend, with Mom. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8682594-6845824844922282277?l=toodevine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toodevine.blogspot.com/feeds/6845824844922282277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8682594&amp;postID=6845824844922282277&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8682594/posts/default/6845824844922282277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8682594/posts/default/6845824844922282277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toodevine.blogspot.com/2009/02/back-in-atlanta.html' title='Back in Atlanta'/><author><name>Jody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02002996143029207369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v616/jesr621/Jody.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8682594.post-931249379110735779</id><published>2009-02-11T21:47:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T22:01:37.753-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nights Out with "The Girls"/Mom</title><content type='html'>This month my cousin Michele is in town. She lives in Pittsburgh but has a beautiful apartment in Boca Raton. She came down for a few weeks so we have gotten together for dinner - once with another cousin, Connie, and my mom. Then we met, just the two of us - that was GREAT!! as we always have so much to talk to. Last week we met again... Michele, her sister-in-law Donna, Mom and I. We had so much fun we didn't even realize that we were the only ones left in the restaurant and it was almost 11 PM - and I had to work the next day.&lt;div&gt;Yesterday I took Mom out for her birthday. She's 84 and going strong (most of the time). We went to a vegan restaurant in Fort Lauderdale - &lt;a href="http://www.sublimeveg.com"&gt;Sublime&lt;/a&gt; - which was fabulous. Then we went to &lt;a href="http://www.parkerplayhouse.com"&gt;Parker Playhouse&lt;/a&gt; to see A Bronx Tale, a one man show written by and starring Chazz Palminteri . He was absolutely amazing!! I bought a little t-shirt (something I NEVER do at a show) because it said A BRONX TALE...I passed the door test! You'll have to see the show or the movie to "get it." We both had a great time together! I love you, Mom!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8682594-931249379110735779?l=toodevine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toodevine.blogspot.com/feeds/931249379110735779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8682594&amp;postID=931249379110735779&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8682594/posts/default/931249379110735779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8682594/posts/default/931249379110735779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toodevine.blogspot.com/2009/02/nights-out-with-girlsmom.html' title='Nights Out with &quot;The Girls&quot;/Mom'/><author><name>Jody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02002996143029207369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v616/jesr621/Jody.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8682594.post-5040494468466561673</id><published>2009-02-08T18:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T21:47:37.224-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Gotta Dance!</title><content type='html'>So I dance and I dance and I dance. This month I have been going to the dance studio for lots of lessons and group/practice sessions. I really love it!!! I have been asked to compete in May...I'm thinking about it! I have always danced but now I am learning technique and ...did I say how much I love it? Well, I do!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8682594-5040494468466561673?l=toodevine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toodevine.blogspot.com/feeds/5040494468466561673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8682594&amp;postID=5040494468466561673&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8682594/posts/default/5040494468466561673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8682594/posts/default/5040494468466561673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toodevine.blogspot.com/2009/02/gotta-dance.html' title='Gotta Dance!'/><author><name>Jody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02002996143029207369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v616/jesr621/Jody.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8682594.post-70590206650400139</id><published>2009-02-07T11:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T21:45:44.290-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Run, Run as Fast as You Can!</title><content type='html'>Today I ran a 5K race to support the &lt;a href="http://www.milagrocenter.org"&gt;Milagro Center in Delray Beach&lt;/a&gt; - and I ran the whole way. I had met a young woman - Heather - who invited me to join her in this race. I figured I would be ok since it's 3.1 miles and I do 4 miles twice a week as practice for the 1/2 marathon I am doing in March (plus I now do 8 - 10 miles on the weekend). I met her at the start of the race - that was the only time I saw her (well - I did see her as we passed, me still going forward and her returning). It was a beautiful day, cool, the route was along A1A in Delray Beach, along the ocean. At the end they had some refreshments and raffles. I stayed for the raffle drawing - didn't win a thing, and then they started to give out medals on ribbons. I didn't think I would win anything but stayed. They called overall winners and then started calling 1st, 2nd and 3rd place in each age category. When they got to mine - SHOCK!! they called MY name in 3rd place. I figured that there probably were only three people IN my category...I was right! When I got home and looked up the results, it was there in black and white! No matter...it was fun and I got my first medal (to me, it was for completing the race, which is good enough). Can't wait to get past the March race.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8682594-70590206650400139?l=toodevine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toodevine.blogspot.com/feeds/70590206650400139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8682594&amp;postID=70590206650400139&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8682594/posts/default/70590206650400139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8682594/posts/default/70590206650400139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toodevine.blogspot.com/2009/02/run-run-as-fast-as-you-can.html' title='Run, Run as Fast as You Can!'/><author><name>Jody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02002996143029207369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v616/jesr621/Jody.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8682594.post-3221854871382018275</id><published>2009-01-31T01:20:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T21:24:04.442-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to the Hard Rock</title><content type='html'>Tonight I met my brother in law Eddie and sister in law Billie for dinner, along with her brother and two friends. Afterward Billie, Eddie and I went to the Hard Rock Hotel/Casino (same place as two nights ago) to the casino. It only took 45 minutes for us to realize we weren't going to come out winners (I found that out in the first 10 minutes). We walked around the shops for a few minutes where I bought some scarves and headed back to where my car was parked. It was so nice to spend time with them. Eddie is Gerry's brother, and they are and always will be part of my family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8682594-3221854871382018275?l=toodevine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toodevine.blogspot.com/feeds/3221854871382018275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8682594&amp;postID=3221854871382018275&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8682594/posts/default/3221854871382018275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8682594/posts/default/3221854871382018275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toodevine.blogspot.com/2009/01/back-to-hard-rock.html' title='Back to the Hard Rock'/><author><name>Jody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02002996143029207369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v616/jesr621/Jody.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8682594.post-4298526566014167789</id><published>2009-01-29T18:13:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T21:20:11.426-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Concert Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Last night I went to the Rod Stewart concert with our school nurse. I didn't know her well but one day in conversation, we were talking about Rod Stewart. She said that she would love to go to his concert but had no one to go with so I volunteered. We had so much fun. We ate at her local sushi restaurant before the show, which was at the Hard Rock Hotel/Casino in Hollywood, FL. I had been there once before but had NO idea that they now had an area with shops and restaurants. We walked through there for a few minutes. The show itself was ok. Our seats were on the top level, almost in the corner where the stage was. We could see RS but not the big video screen behind him. After the third song we climbed over the rail to get out of our seats, moved back a few sections and sat in some empty seats where we could see better. RS was excellent, but I was disappointed as he never did any songs from his American Songbook collection, which I really was hoping he would do. However, I still had a good time and got to spend some time with a really nice person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8682594-4298526566014167789?l=toodevine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toodevine.blogspot.com/feeds/4298526566014167789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8682594&amp;postID=4298526566014167789&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8682594/posts/default/4298526566014167789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8682594/posts/default/4298526566014167789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toodevine.blogspot.com/2009/01/concert-night.html' title='Concert Night'/><author><name>Jody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02002996143029207369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v616/jesr621/Jody.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8682594.post-8359569043137409742</id><published>2009-01-23T23:49:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T23:51:13.901-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Avi-ism</title><content type='html'>Alison wrote a few days ago:&lt;br /&gt;We told Avi that we were going to watch our New President take the oath of office... President Obama ... would he like to go watch. He said "yes, Avi want present Obama... now please, open please" LOL The more we said "PRESIDENT" the more he heard "PRESENT" LOL It was too cute! &lt;span class="status_body"&gt;We are chuckling at Avi's disappointment that he couldn't unwrap "Present" Obama. Poor kid has no idea that this is one of the best gifts we could have given him!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8682594-8359569043137409742?l=toodevine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toodevine.blogspot.com/feeds/8359569043137409742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8682594&amp;postID=8359569043137409742&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8682594/posts/default/8359569043137409742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8682594/posts/default/8359569043137409742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toodevine.blogspot.com/2009/01/avi-ism.html' title='Avi-ism'/><author><name>Jody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02002996143029207369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v616/jesr621/Jody.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8682594.post-1140014394972752207</id><published>2009-01-23T23:06:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T23:24:12.096-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Six Months Already?</title><content type='html'>Today is the 6 month anniversary of Gerry's passing. I can't believe it's been 6 months already. I was fine all day - worked till 6 (so much for teacher's hours) and decided to take myself to the movies. We used to go once or twice a week and I am SO behind in movies that I have to start seeing some. I saw &lt;a href="http://www.apple.com/trailers/weinstein/thereader/"&gt;The Reader&lt;/a&gt; with Kate Winslet and Ralph Fiennes. I had read the book years ago but only remember that it was about someone who reads to someone. It was a really good movie, and of course, I cried some.&lt;br /&gt;After coming home and getting on the computer, my brother Jon popped on IM. We chatted and then he told me that he had put a video onto &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/"&gt;Facebook&lt;/a&gt; but he would remove it if I wanted him to, as Gerry was in it. Of course, I told him to leave it (I don't have a problem with stuff like that). However, when I watched the video (which is pretty funny because my brother donned a crazy, long black wig and was goofing around) it made me cry. This was taken July 2000. Gerry and I had been dating for almost two months. Two weeks before I had moved up to New Jersey from Florida (where we met). He came up a week later and we stayed first with his family (who were wonderful) and then spent a few days on our own. Gerry heard that Jon was having a get-together the day that Gerry was due to return to FL, so he extended his trip by a day so he could come to CT and meet my brother. In the video Gerry is sitting on the porch, watching some of my family and myself dancing, when in pops Jon in the wig!  Gerry got hysterical (well, we ALL did). I always say I am amazed that Gerry kept dating me after seeing THAT! He really thought we were so much fun ( yea, we are). But seeing him there, as if looking through a window, brought the tears to my eyes. Gerry, I love you honey, and I miss you. You brought me lots of fun and good times, and taught me a lot about people. I do believe that wherever you are you hear me when I talk to you and see me, too, so you know I am doing ok!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SXqXwg7abOI/AAAAAAAAAzw/vCT6BcNBs_M/s1600-h/Jody+and+Gerry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 251px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SXqXwg7abOI/AAAAAAAAAzw/vCT6BcNBs_M/s320/Jody+and+Gerry.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294711171656084706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8682594-1140014394972752207?l=toodevine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toodevine.blogspot.com/feeds/1140014394972752207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8682594&amp;postID=1140014394972752207&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8682594/posts/default/1140014394972752207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8682594/posts/default/1140014394972752207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toodevine.blogspot.com/2009/01/six-months-already.html' title='Six Months Already?'/><author><name>Jody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02002996143029207369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v616/jesr621/Jody.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SXqXwg7abOI/AAAAAAAAAzw/vCT6BcNBs_M/s72-c/Jody+and+Gerry.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8682594.post-2109254628713906679</id><published>2009-01-23T06:24:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T23:35:10.056-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Can't Believe I Won!!</title><content type='html'>Every morning as I get ready for work I listen to the radio...&lt;a href="http://www.sunny1043.com/"&gt;Sunny 104.3 FM&lt;/a&gt; (S. Florida). At 6:10 AM they give "the impossible question" and I often try to call in with the answer (and often have it right) but can't get through. I had won about 6 years ago - also won by putting a raffle in the box at their booth at a street fair... as well as that beautiful basket that I won at Pretty In The City, sponsored by the same station. This morning I was listening and heard them mention an event in my city but I didn't get the date. They said you could get more info on their site, so I went to it - and, got the info. I then saw "The Impossible Question" link on the side and clicked on it. Lo and behold, there were two questions...one, I recognized as yesterday's. The other I had not heard all week so I made a mental note of it. A few minutes later they announced it on the radio. I pre-dialed my cell and had my house phone ready, too. When they gave the question I immediately made the call(s). Oh...my...goodness! I GOT THROUGH!! Of course, I had the right answer, which stunned the DJ's... and when asked how I knew the answer, I had to be honest. Well, it seems that the staff was not supposed to post the answer for another 3 hours. As a "Sunny 104.3 Loyal Listener" I was able to access the window that had the early information. So... I won TWO TICKETS to see &lt;a href="http://www.heart-music.com/"&gt;Heart&lt;/a&gt; in concert in Pompano on March 29th. I am taking my dear, dear friend Lily (her birthday is just 3 weeks prior to the concert). How cool is that!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SXqZ_FBqy0I/AAAAAAAAAz4/_35hkt99oWQ/s1600-h/Jody+and+Lily.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SXqZ_FBqy0I/AAAAAAAAAz4/_35hkt99oWQ/s320/Jody+and+Lily.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294713620887423810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8682594-2109254628713906679?l=toodevine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toodevine.blogspot.com/feeds/2109254628713906679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8682594&amp;postID=2109254628713906679&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8682594/posts/default/2109254628713906679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8682594/posts/default/2109254628713906679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toodevine.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-cant-believe-i-won.html' title='I Can&apos;t Believe I Won!!'/><author><name>Jody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02002996143029207369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v616/jesr621/Jody.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SXqZ_FBqy0I/AAAAAAAAAz4/_35hkt99oWQ/s72-c/Jody+and+Lily.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8682594.post-8173490424484545074</id><published>2009-01-20T23:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T23:06:13.288-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Come and Hear, Those Dancing Feet!!!</title><content type='html'>I was invited to come to the dance studio tonight to meet the new business partner (and have a free lesson). I met Eric, who used to own many &lt;a href="http://www.fredastairedelray.com"&gt;Fred Astaire&lt;/a&gt; studios in NY, trained champion dancers, and more. He was my new instructor (Richard is working at another FA studio). We danced Swing, Rhumba and Cha-Cha and he seemed really happy that I kept up with him. I LOVED dancing with him (because I LOVE dancing). Now he will be teaching me routines and such, good technique, etc. What fun!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8682594-8173490424484545074?l=toodevine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toodevine.blogspot.com/feeds/8173490424484545074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8682594&amp;postID=8173490424484545074&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8682594/posts/default/8173490424484545074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8682594/posts/default/8173490424484545074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toodevine.blogspot.com/2009/01/come-and-hear-those-dancing-feet.html' title='Come and Hear, Those Dancing Feet!!!'/><author><name>Jody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02002996143029207369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v616/jesr621/Jody.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8682594.post-5294318788367182647</id><published>2009-01-20T21:41:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T23:01:09.139-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Atlanta Wasn't Burning THIS Weekend!</title><content type='html'>I flew up to Atlanta for MLK weekend. My poor daughter Alison...she was SOOOOO sick. Michael had the same thing a few weeks ago and it lasted several weeks (he still wasn't fully over it). It's a virus going around. Alison didn't have fever but had chest congestion, a horrible cough, which made her throat RAW, headache, etc. She was living mostly on tea with honey and lemon. Being pregnant there isn't much she can take. I arrived earlier on Friday by taking a standby flight (which in contrast to the full flights the rest of the day, was half empty, and so I had a 3-seat row to myself). I got to enjoy Shabbat with the family - Avi is just so cute as he mimics his parents as the blessing is said. He is amazing... just 2 and before every meal he says the Hamotzi, and before bed, the Shem-a. Alison took advantage of my being there on Saturday by going out and doing a bunch of errands. Avi and I didn't care... we read, played, read, read and...yup, read some more. He also loves to look at garbage trucks and construction vehicles on the computer. Saturday night Becca arrived with a PACKED car - Phil packed every last stitch of clothing that she has, for her arrival in GA. The official move won't be for a few weeks, but Becca was starting work in two days. On Sunday Alison was worse so she stayed in bed almost all of Sunday, and Monday. Michael was wonderful and took care of most of the meals. The temperature was very low...I was FREEZING there! Since Avi had not been out for a few days I took him out on Monday. We went to the North Springs Mall where there was a carousel (which he didn't want to go on) and a "soft play" area. He played for about 30 minutes and then we had lunch - pizza, a treat for me!!! It was wonderful to have him out with Grandma for a few hours. No pix...didn't bring my camera with me this trip!  BTW - Becca LOVES the new job!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8682594-5294318788367182647?l=toodevine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toodevine.blogspot.com/feeds/5294318788367182647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8682594&amp;postID=5294318788367182647&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8682594/posts/default/5294318788367182647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8682594/posts/default/5294318788367182647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toodevine.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-flew-up-to-atlanta-for-mlk-weekend.html' title='Atlanta Wasn&apos;t Burning THIS Weekend!'/><author><name>Jody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02002996143029207369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v616/jesr621/Jody.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8682594.post-3304659880763318964</id><published>2009-01-09T23:08:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T23:13:43.371-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Move is On!</title><content type='html'>Becca got the transfer and is moving to Atlanta. She starts work on the 19th. I will be at Alison's from the 16 - the 19th so will get to see her as she will probably get there on the 17th. She will live with Alison &amp;amp; crew until she finds a place for her and Phil to rent. Not only am I happy that they are moving close to Alison and Michael, but I am happy for A&amp;amp;M that they will have family in town - family they REALLY like, that is (lol). And no, Donna S. - I never got your e-mail... wish I did!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8682594-3304659880763318964?l=toodevine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toodevine.blogspot.com/feeds/3304659880763318964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8682594&amp;postID=3304659880763318964&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8682594/posts/default/3304659880763318964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8682594/posts/default/3304659880763318964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toodevine.blogspot.com/2009/01/move-is-on.html' title='The Move is On!'/><author><name>Jody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02002996143029207369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v616/jesr621/Jody.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8682594.post-3864936900992048565</id><published>2008-12-30T22:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T00:01:23.654-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>On Sunday my daughter Becca surprised me by showing up at Alison's house (Alison knew she was coming). Becca was here for a "working interview." She is hoping to transfer from the restaurant she works at as manager in Destin, FL to the same one here in Atlanta. She worked for 10 hours and said she LOVES the staff and the entire set-up. She joined Alison, Michael and I at Maggiones restaurant last night after work and said all seemed to go well. We are just waiting for her to get "THE CALL." She drove back to Destin today. My fingers and toes are crossed in hopes that we hear really soon that she and Phil will be moving here to Atlanta, GA. The best part is that she and her sister have gotten very close and all four are excited about the prospect of Bex and Phil living closeby. For me it couldn't be better. I get to Atlanta as often as I can (at least once every two months, sometimes more often than that) so I will get to see all of them when here. It's a 10 hr drive to either Destin or Atlanta for me, but it's twice the price to fly to Destin than to Atlanta. Come on everyone... cross your fingers and say a little prayer that our wish comes true!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8682594-3864936900992048565?l=toodevine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toodevine.blogspot.com/feeds/3864936900992048565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8682594&amp;postID=3864936900992048565&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8682594/posts/default/3864936900992048565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8682594/posts/default/3864936900992048565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toodevine.blogspot.com/2008/12/on-sunday-my-daughter-becca-surprised.html' title=''/><author><name>Jody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02002996143029207369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v616/jesr621/Jody.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8682594.post-3217825182210390692</id><published>2008-12-30T20:24:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T20:29:27.572-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking Better!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SVrK5btfc1I/AAAAAAAAAxo/_SWAlvShlic/s1600-h/IMG_1191.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SVrK5btfc1I/AAAAAAAAAxo/_SWAlvShlic/s320/IMG_1191.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285760200712614738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My face has healed so well in the week since I was bit. I have a bump on my nose that can't be seen, only felt, and it's sore but with the force of that bite I am sure it will take time to heal. The only thing to be seen is a scab on my upper lip and a very slight bump. Again, time will make it better and I should only have a little remembrance. All in all, I was VERY lucky!!! I didn't want to post my face as it looked the first day but I am happy to post how it looks today, one week later.&lt;br /&gt;(oh... Donna S. ... I don't know your blog address or e-mail and often would like to respond to your comments - you are SO sweet to make them. So if you would, please send your info to: jesr621(at)aol(dot)com.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8682594-3217825182210390692?l=toodevine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toodevine.blogspot.com/feeds/3217825182210390692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8682594&amp;postID=3217825182210390692&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8682594/posts/default/3217825182210390692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8682594/posts/default/3217825182210390692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toodevine.blogspot.com/2008/12/looking-better.html' title='Looking Better!'/><author><name>Jody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02002996143029207369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v616/jesr621/Jody.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SVrK5btfc1I/AAAAAAAAAxo/_SWAlvShlic/s72-c/IMG_1191.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8682594.post-7112059381429613450</id><published>2008-12-26T22:46:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T22:53:48.110-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Being a Grandma Rocks!!</title><content type='html'>I am having such a wonderful time with Avi. He is now 25 months old, talks constantly and is so much fun. He LOVES books and wants to be read to all the time. Not baby books either. We read books that I would read to my kindergarten class. I brought him about 7 books. He loves Caps for Sale and Tikki Tikki Tembo, and can tell me parts of the story. I also bought him books as Hanukkah gifts, which he was thrilled with. I play, read and run around with him all day... good thing he takes an afternoon nap - I do too! Alison and Michael have been putting together Avi's "big boy room" and so I occupy Avi while Alison sews and Michael puts furniture together, hangs pictures, etc. The room is done and it's beautiful. Tomorrow they will work more on the coming baby's room. The furniture is in place but Alison wants to work on curtains, bedding and accessories.&lt;br /&gt;On Tuesday evening they had invited some neighbors in for Hanukkah. Their neighbor Deb made latkes and Alison made homemade applesauce. The Ryans came with 6 yr old twins Johnny and Tori. Avi had ball playing dreidle with them. On Xmas day we went to a friend of Alison and Mike's for a Festivus for The Rest of Us brunch - something for all their Jewish friends who don't celebrate Xmas. It was very nice - a house full of thirty-somethings, some with kids, many pregnant, all very friendly. The food was wonderful - everyone brought something yummy.&lt;br /&gt;Today Alison, Avi and I went to Walmart and Target to take advantage of some after Xmas sales of wrapping paper and such. It was a pretty successful trip.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8682594-7112059381429613450?l=toodevine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toodevine.blogspot.com/feeds/7112059381429613450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8682594&amp;postID=7112059381429613450&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8682594/posts/default/7112059381429613450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8682594/posts/default/7112059381429613450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toodevine.blogspot.com/2008/12/being-grandma-rocks.html' title='Being a Grandma Rocks!!'/><author><name>Jody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02002996143029207369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v616/jesr621/Jody.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8682594.post-6171580585201426624</id><published>2008-12-24T11:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T22:45:55.745-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Really Should Stick to Kissing Princes!</title><content type='html'>I am spending my entire two week winter break with Alison, Michael and Avi in Atlanta. I left home on Monday, planning to make the 10 hour drive in one day with a stop in Ocala at my ex husband's brother and sister-in-law's home for lunch (divorced the man, NOT the family). Their daughter Maureen was visiting from NY and I wanted to get to see her too. I had a really nice visit with them and was about to leave. They have a "new" 4 yr old rottweiller dog, Nicki. She is about 100 lbs or so, very sweet (or so it seemed). As I ALWAYS do, I put my face to hers to let her lick me, and she did. I sat up, bent down again and she licked me - and then she decided to take a bite - out of my face! I heard her teeth chomp and felt the pain on my nose but I didn't panic (my sister-in-law Pat did that enough for both of us). As soon as I saw blood when I pulled my hand away from my nose I thought, "Don't get blood on the sweatsuit!" - the crazy things that matter at these times, huh? I was perfectly calm through it all. We went to where my nephew Michael works. He is a nurse practitioner. I saw that it was some cuts around my nose and a tear above my lip that went through to the inside of my lip, but my nose was in place, not broken, and I knew that I couldn't get stitches for a dog bite. Michael cleaned it up and they put steri-strips over the 1/2 inch upside down "V" flap on my upper lip,  gave me a tetanus shot and a  prescription for antibiotic. (As I was leaving we noticed that, while all the damage was on the right side of my face, there was a nick under my left jaw - guess the dog had really taken the  whole bottom part of my face into her mouth). Pat was ok ( she was sooo upset and worried that I would hate her for what the dog did) and I was too. I went back, got my car and did the rest of the drive up to Atlanta, getting in around midnight. Luckily my mom doesn't read my blog because I haven't told her. It will be easier to tell her when she is looking at a perfectly healed face - I can show her a pix of me taken after I left Ocala if she feels compelled to see me battered. I feel fine and it's healing well. I am eager to see how it looks when the steri-strip falls off. I know there will be a scar, I just hope it's flat and not lumpy - and if so, I will look to have plastic surgery on it. It could have been SOOOO much worse. Luckily for me the dog just "nipped" me. If she was being aggressive she would have taken half my face off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8682594-6171580585201426624?l=toodevine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toodevine.blogspot.com/feeds/6171580585201426624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8682594&amp;postID=6171580585201426624&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8682594/posts/default/6171580585201426624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8682594/posts/default/6171580585201426624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toodevine.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-really-should-stick-to-kissing.html' title='I Really Should Stick to Kissing Princes!'/><author><name>Jody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02002996143029207369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v616/jesr621/Jody.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8682594.post-7785535830602750232</id><published>2008-12-07T22:29:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T22:31:34.911-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Mini-Accomplishment</title><content type='html'>I did an 8 mile walk/run today. I really didn't want to but I forced myself to do the whole thing. Then I treated myself to a soak in a hot tub (which I have not done in about 4 or 5 years). I am so proud of me. I hope to do 8 miles each weekend in December (still doing 3 - 4 miles Tuesday and Thursdays)... 9 in January...10 - 11 in February, and then the race in March.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8682594-7785535830602750232?l=toodevine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toodevine.blogspot.com/feeds/7785535830602750232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8682594&amp;postID=7785535830602750232&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8682594/posts/default/7785535830602750232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8682594/posts/default/7785535830602750232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toodevine.blogspot.com/2008/12/another-mini-accomplishment.html' title='Another Mini-Accomplishment'/><author><name>Jody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02002996143029207369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v616/jesr621/Jody.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8682594.post-6151392775921341579</id><published>2008-12-07T22:25:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T22:29:23.994-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dancing Queen</title><content type='html'>No - not ABBA... Not Mamma Mia....but... ME!!! I started taking dancing lessons at &lt;a href="http://www.fredastairedelray.com"&gt;Fred Astaire Studio &lt;/a&gt;in Delray Beach a few weeks ago. I LOVE it!!! I went right out and bought "real" dancer's shoes and wore them last Thursday night. I have always been a dancer but I want to perfect my steps, technique, etc. I am learning ballroom dancing. I wanted East Coast Swing, which is a big part of the lessons, but I found that I really love the Fox Trot. We also do salsa, rumba, cha cha, tango and more. My instructor Richard is really good and funny, too. After the lesson a few other students come and we have a practice "party" with the instructors. Tomorrow night I am going in for just Tango. What fun!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8682594-6151392775921341579?l=toodevine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toodevine.blogspot.com/feeds/6151392775921341579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8682594&amp;postID=6151392775921341579&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8682594/posts/default/6151392775921341579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8682594/posts/default/6151392775921341579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toodevine.blogspot.com/2008/12/dancing-queen.html' title='The Dancing Queen'/><author><name>Jody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02002996143029207369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v616/jesr621/Jody.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8682594.post-3479262109369538443</id><published>2008-12-02T11:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T11:40:47.784-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Sad Day</title><content type='html'>Yesterday my brother-in-lw Pat died. He was Gerry's oldest brother. He was 78 and had some health issues - diabetes, overweight, bad legs, etc. On July 3rd after going to the ER for a stomach ache he was diagnosed with advanced liver cancer and given 6 months to live. Of course, the family was devestated, as they were all watching Gerry on the downslide. From the time Pat was diagnosed his wife Carol and I began to speak often, as I offered the support I knew she would need. She was also very fortunate to have this wonderful family around her. The Devine's are a close-knit family, which is what you need at a time like this. Now, 5 months from the time of diagnosis, Pat succumbed to his illness. I felt so sad for his family and the rest, but  mostly for my brother-in-law Eddie (the brother we had been closest to). Eddie lost his second oldest brother Donny 4 years ago to liver cancer, Gerry in July and now Pat - two brothers within 4 1/2 months. Aside from the youngest, a sister who extranged herself from the family about 10 years ago (and was given EVERY opportunity to come back into the fold), Eddie is the last one. I did not go to the funeral as I am in Florida and they were in NY. I  probably could have found the funds to fly up (though no one expected me to) but after attending a bar mitzvah three weeks ago and crying through most of it (because I knew how much Gerry wanted to be there) I knew that I couldn't go through Pat's funeral and mostly I couldn't sit and watch Eddie go through it. I just hope that this is IT for illness and death, at least, for a little while!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8682594-3479262109369538443?l=toodevine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toodevine.blogspot.com/feeds/3479262109369538443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8682594&amp;postID=3479262109369538443&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8682594/posts/default/3479262109369538443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8682594/posts/default/3479262109369538443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toodevine.blogspot.com/2008/12/another-sad-day.html' title='Another Sad Day'/><author><name>Jody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02002996143029207369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v616/jesr621/Jody.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8682594.post-1249721910251936427</id><published>2008-12-01T21:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T22:11:51.306-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving in Destin, FL</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/STyQTaKYSiI/AAAAAAAAAxY/0wnL3_5h4Gg/s1600-h/IMG_0953.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/STyQTaKYSiI/AAAAAAAAAxY/0wnL3_5h4Gg/s320/IMG_0953.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277251526486149666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a wonderful Thanksgiving! My mother and I flew to Destin, FL (in the panhandle) on Wed. night. Alison, Michael and Avi flew in from Atlanta, GA. They got in earlier and so when we arrived there Alison had already baked two pies and a delicious maple/pecan/pumpkin crunch concoction. On Thanksgiving Day Avi saw his first Macy's parade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/STyMcpSFX4I/AAAAAAAAAxI/FXgdLwM9yZ4/s1600-h/IMG_0891.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/STyMcpSFX4I/AAAAAAAAAxI/FXgdLwM9yZ4/s320/IMG_0891.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277247287117307778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He loved the dancing at the beginning when the Broadway performances were on. He and I danced around the living room. A few of the balloons caught his eye but that was it. He does not watch TV at home. In fact, aside from seeing TV on in a restaurant or in someone else's house, Avi did not watch any TV until October when his father let him watch the kickoff of a Gator football game. He doesn't "miss it" either. Avi LOVES to look at books and be read to. I brought him 8 books and we read them over and over. I was amazed that he really picked up on the pattern of the book &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That's Bad, That's Good&lt;/span&gt;. It's a kindergarten level book and he loved it. During the day Alison, Becca, myself, Phil and Michael pitched in to make the dinner, and it was wonderful!&lt;br /&gt;On Friday Avi had a fever and his nose was congested. He was so uncomfortable, especially sleeping. That night and the next he woke more than several times so we didn't get much sleep. I tried to pitch in to help out and let Alison and Michael get a little more sleep. Friday night we did get to go to &lt;a href="www.pfchangs.com"&gt;PF Changs&lt;/a&gt; where Becca is a manager. The meal was fabulous and Avi was so good. Aunt Becca gave Avi the "grand tour." Later that night Phil took Alison and I to J. Crew where we got a few good bargains in the sale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/STyPyTXrugI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/8zz3VipKDoE/s1600-h/IMG_1928.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/STyPyTXrugI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/8zz3VipKDoE/s320/IMG_1928.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277250957727218178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday we went to the dock on the Gulf side to show Avi the boats. We had so much fun, and even got to see a pod of dolphins popping in and out of the water. We ate at &lt;a href="http://www.mcguiresirishpub.com/"&gt;McGuire's&lt;/a&gt;, an Irish pub/restaurant where the food was soooooo good. Later on when Avi was napping Michael stayed back to watch him and the rest of us went to the outlet center to shop. The only real bargains were in &lt;a href="http://www.ChildrensPlace.com   "&gt;the Children's Place&lt;/a&gt; where we picked up a few little hats, shoes, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was travel home day, and after some delays with the flights, we all made the trek back home. It was SUCH a wonderful weekend with my kids and Mom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8682594-1249721910251936427?l=toodevine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toodevine.blogspot.com/feeds/1249721910251936427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8682594&amp;postID=1249721910251936427&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8682594/posts/default/1249721910251936427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8682594/posts/default/1249721910251936427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toodevine.blogspot.com/2008/12/thanksgiving-in-destin-fl.html' title='Thanksgiving in Destin, FL'/><author><name>Jody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02002996143029207369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v616/jesr621/Jody.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/STyQTaKYSiI/AAAAAAAAAxY/0wnL3_5h4Gg/s72-c/IMG_0953.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8682594.post-7466622084010319606</id><published>2008-11-25T23:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T22:25:02.221-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Friends, Good Times</title><content type='html'>Tonight I went to dinner with two very good friends. We went to school together from 5th grade through HS. Maddy and I had seen each other several times over the years but she came back into my life in a fuller way about 9 years ago. I knew Lois in school but just to say hello to. Last April she found me on Classmates and lo and behold... we live 2 miles from each other. She is SOOO nice as is Maddy). They then hooked up not only with each other but with Debbie, who I have been in touch with for the past 9 years. Maddy and Debbie both live in NJ. On Monday Maddy arrived in Ft. Lauderdale with her daughter Leslie for a little vacation. Lois and I met them tonight for dinner. We ate at the Bimini Boatyard. We had the BEST time, talking about the past, the present, everything and anything. There is nothing like good friends, especially when you share a common past. And we all agreed... Bronx Girls Rule!!!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/STyS7y70clI/AAAAAAAAAxg/Buf1notKsNs/s1600-h/IMG_0868.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/STyS7y70clI/AAAAAAAAAxg/Buf1notKsNs/s320/IMG_0868.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277254419353989714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lois                                         Maddy                                         Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8682594-7466622084010319606?l=toodevine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toodevine.blogspot.com/feeds/7466622084010319606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8682594&amp;postID=7466622084010319606&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8682594/posts/default/7466622084010319606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8682594/posts/default/7466622084010319606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toodevine.blogspot.com/2008/11/good-friends-good-times.html' title='Good Friends, Good Times'/><author><name>Jody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02002996143029207369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v616/jesr621/Jody.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/STyS7y70clI/AAAAAAAAAxg/Buf1notKsNs/s72-c/IMG_0868.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8682594.post-2796611154038789753</id><published>2008-11-16T17:44:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T21:11:32.159-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What WAS I Thinking??</title><content type='html'>Last year my 2 daughters and their hubbies took part in the Disney 1/2 marathon in Orlando, FL. They all finished, even Becca who had not really trained but had persevered. About two months ago Becca called and asked if I would like to do the &lt;a href="http://disneyworldsports.disney.go.com/"&gt;Princess 1/2 Marathon&lt;/a&gt; with her on March 8th in Orlando. I asked if she would train this time and she assured me that she would - she didn't want to end up with the severe blisters and pain as last time. So... I said YES! I bought REAL running sneakers at a runner's store - &lt;a href="http://www.runningwild.com/"&gt;Running Wild&lt;/a&gt; in Fort Lauderdale. Let me tell you, there is a definite difference b/t these sneakers and regular sneakers. They are light, airy and FIT so well (the saleswoman took a lot of time fitting me). Mike, my son-in-law, told me that I should run 3 miles twice a week and do a longer run on Saturdays (once I was able to). I started running 3.7 miles each time (following the power walking route Gerry and I used to take). I ran 1 minute, walked for 2 minutes and was starting to build up my time. But Becca can't run and said she will walk fast - we have to do a pace of  4 miles in under an hour in order to finish in the qualifying time to get a medal. It gets so hot walking here and so I went into the gym last Tuesday and did 4 miles on the treadmill - pain the next day... OUCH!!! I couldn't go on Thursday and Saturday was hot, so I went this morning, knowing the temp would be cooler... it was - it was 61 degrees. I DID IT!!! I did 4 miles in 50 minutes and another two miles in 30 minutes - I did 6 miles! I am so happy (but I still think I am nuts for taking this on). Oh, the things we do for our children.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8682594-2796611154038789753?l=toodevine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toodevine.blogspot.com/feeds/2796611154038789753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8682594&amp;postID=2796611154038789753&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8682594/posts/default/2796611154038789753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8682594/posts/default/2796611154038789753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toodevine.blogspot.com/2008/11/what-was-i-thinking.html' title='What WAS I Thinking??'/><author><name>Jody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02002996143029207369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v616/jesr621/Jody.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8682594.post-7387385606097157994</id><published>2008-11-15T12:36:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T13:05:39.822-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ladies Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Last night a local radio station that I listen to - &lt;a href="http://www.sunny1043.com/"&gt;Sunny 104.3&lt;/a&gt; - sponsored an event called Pretty In The City. This is a Ladies Night Out event. It was held at the &lt;a href="http://www.marriott.com/hotels/travel/pbipg-palm-beach-gardens-marriott/"&gt;PGA Marriott&lt;/a&gt; in West Palm Beach, FL. There were many, many vendors to see, services such as 10 minute chair massages (it was GREAT), restaurant sampling - mmmmm , free mini facials, and so much more. They had several Palm Beach firefighters who appear in their annual calendar. They were selling the calendar with proceeds to go to their organization. While I was getting my massage my mother purchased a calendar and had it autographed by a VERY HOT firefighter. We spoke to him a little bit later and he wasn't only hot... he was very, very sweet. He got my mom's blood flowing, that's for sure! I had to laugh... I have a calendar with DOGS on it hanging on my wall... my 84 year old mother has HOT MEN on hers. As for me, well - I would have LOVED to take him home with me but that's not where I'm at, so.... looking had to suffice. I bought 20 raffle tickets for $20 for the silent auction, proceeds to benefit the American Cancer Society. We hung around, dancing, having a good time, until the tickets were drawn and the winners posted. I won the top prize - a basket of &lt;a href="http://www.bluelagoon.com/about-us/"&gt;Blue Lagoon&lt;/a&gt; facial/body products PLUS a $75 GC to Saks 5th Avenue... woohoo!!! Fun and prize all in one night. Can't beat that!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SR8KVILXYYI/AAAAAAAAAxA/t0BbcKYtL1c/s1600-h/Mom+and+me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 217px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SR8KVILXYYI/AAAAAAAAAxA/t0BbcKYtL1c/s320/Mom+and+me.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268941447135453570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This is Mom and I taken about 5 years ago - her hair is just more gray/white but otherwise she looks the same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SR8KUv-nRbI/AAAAAAAAAw4/apE5WZbcqgQ/s1600-h/IMG_0867.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SR8KUv-nRbI/AAAAAAAAAw4/apE5WZbcqgQ/s320/IMG_0867.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268941440639518130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My prize&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8682594-7387385606097157994?l=toodevine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toodevine.blogspot.com/feeds/7387385606097157994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8682594&amp;postID=7387385606097157994&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8682594/posts/default/7387385606097157994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8682594/posts/default/7387385606097157994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toodevine.blogspot.com/2008/11/ladies-night.html' title='Ladies Night'/><author><name>Jody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02002996143029207369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v616/jesr621/Jody.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SR8KVILXYYI/AAAAAAAAAxA/t0BbcKYtL1c/s72-c/Mom+and+me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8682594.post-6969702174635892992</id><published>2008-11-08T07:35:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T08:00:36.225-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to Blogging</title><content type='html'>I can't believe that it's been 2 1/2 months since my last post (ok, so  maybe I CAN believe it, but still...). I have not been keeping a running record of my life since then, and to go back and try to get it all done would be, well, boring. So for the two or three of you who are nice enough to read my blog, I'll do a quick fill in here and promise to TRY to blog more often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First and foremost - I am fine! Hard to believe that Gerry has been gone for almost 4 months. I miss him a lot but I have to say, I am not lonely. I am not one to sit and brood or whine over things that have happened over which I had no control. Life goes on, and it has. Work is good this year but keeps me very busy. I have a nice group of 18 students - talkative, with the typical short attention span of kindergarteners, but no behavior problems among them. The unfortunate thing about teaching where I do though is that because the average student is "low" the county is always coming up with new regulations to teach this way or that or have this or that up on your walls, etc. It's not that I disagree with most of it but we are constantly having to change what we are doing AT THE MOMENT and make, do, get something new. It's exhausting at times. Enough about work!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avi - my grandson. He is the love of my life. He and I have gotten very close, even though we live in different states. I have been to Atlanta 4 times since my last post. Once was to watch him overnight while his parents went to TN for a GATOR game. It was the first time I (or anyone else) watched him alone overnight or drove in the car with Avi without his parents. We had a GREAT time. I took him to parks on Saturday and Sunday. We read LOTS of books (he is a book addict I think - isn't that amazing for a not quite two year old?) and played in his wonderful playroom. Avi turned 2 on November 3rd. How time flies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SRWNHibHL6I/AAAAAAAAAww/UGpHPHBZy-k/s1600-h/IMG_0640.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SRWNHibHL6I/AAAAAAAAAww/UGpHPHBZy-k/s320/IMG_0640.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266270499918786466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SRWNHEA-VuI/AAAAAAAAAwo/byEpnxDvfIw/s1600-h/IMG_0841.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SRWNHEA-VuI/AAAAAAAAAwo/byEpnxDvfIw/s320/IMG_0841.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266270491756091106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was visiting in October Avi told me something wonderful. The conversation went like this:&lt;br /&gt;Avi: GUESS WHAT?&lt;br /&gt;Me: What?&lt;br /&gt;Avi: NEWS!!&lt;br /&gt;Me: What's the new?&lt;br /&gt;Avi: Baby in Eema's tummy!! (Avi calls his parents Eema and Aba, the Hebrew names for Mommy and Daddy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's right!! I am going to be a GRANDMA again. AND.... it's a GIRL!! She is due April 8th, 2009. We are all thrilled!! I won't be knitting any new sweaters for a tiny baby because 1. Alison already had made a few  2. Avi wore so few sweaters as an infant, it would be a waste. I will eventually make the new baby a sweater or two of her own in a toddler size. Right now I am trying to finish the gray sweater that I am making for Michael that I started on my Alaska cruise. I have one and 1/4 sleeve left to do and since it's a top down and no sewing involved, it will be complete when the sleeves are finished.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8682594-6969702174635892992?l=toodevine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toodevine.blogspot.com/feeds/6969702174635892992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8682594&amp;postID=6969702174635892992&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8682594/posts/default/6969702174635892992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8682594/posts/default/6969702174635892992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toodevine.blogspot.com/2008/11/back-to-blogging.html' title='Back to Blogging'/><author><name>Jody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02002996143029207369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v616/jesr621/Jody.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SRWNHibHL6I/AAAAAAAAAww/UGpHPHBZy-k/s72-c/IMG_0640.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8682594.post-8212779124125553870</id><published>2008-08-22T23:26:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T23:37:17.110-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My 'New' Car</title><content type='html'>I needed a car of my own. Our two cars were both leased by Gerry, in his name only. I could have kept and made payments on either one, but, while they were great cars (2005 Pontiac Grand Prix and 2007 Ford Explorer) the payments were too high, the mileage not nearly good enough, and in a year they would go back and I would have nothing. My neighbor was returning the car he leased for his son, so we talked and I bought out his lease. It's a 2004 Mazda 6i sedan, sunroof, CD player with BOSE system, 34,400 miles, and the new battery he put in a few days ago. I brought it to a body shop to take out some scratches and such and detail it really well as my neighbor smoked in the car (I just noticed two small burn marks today, one on the ceiling and one on the carpet). The body shop did a really good job on the car - but when I got it home I saw that the cleaning of the inside wasn't good enough for me. I dug into every crevice and came up with a quarter and a penny - two spots that they missed, vacuumed into nooks and crannies, recleaned the shelf by the back window (a light film of ash was there), re-armoralled the leather and doors - everything that wasn't fabric; used Fabreeze on everything that WAS fabric, and put my new steering wheel cover on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SK-FVhBMtZI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/2Qw7-shr4uU/s1600-h/IMG_0509.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SK-FVhBMtZI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/2Qw7-shr4uU/s320/IMG_0509.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237551496342320530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SK-FV94lVyI/AAAAAAAAAjY/5CRlAqZnfwQ/s1600-h/IMG_0508.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SK-FV94lVyI/AAAAAAAAAjY/5CRlAqZnfwQ/s320/IMG_0508.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237551504090814242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SK-FWO78XJI/AAAAAAAAAjg/29rItqLZWko/s1600-h/IMG_0507.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SK-FWO78XJI/AAAAAAAAAjg/29rItqLZWko/s320/IMG_0507.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237551508668308626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SK-FWQnlVdI/AAAAAAAAAjo/na0FfC2Df_w/s1600-h/IMG_0505.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SK-FWQnlVdI/AAAAAAAAAjo/na0FfC2Df_w/s320/IMG_0505.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237551509119784402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have my neighbor's tag on it. The car is insured by me but the title isn't in my name so I can't register it to me until it is. I can't wait to have my BX GIRL tag on it (BX is short for BRONX as in NY).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8682594-8212779124125553870?l=toodevine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toodevine.blogspot.com/feeds/8212779124125553870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8682594&amp;postID=8212779124125553870&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8682594/posts/default/8212779124125553870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8682594/posts/default/8212779124125553870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toodevine.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-new-car.html' title='My &apos;New&apos; Car'/><author><name>Jody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02002996143029207369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v616/jesr621/Jody.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SK-FVhBMtZI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/2Qw7-shr4uU/s72-c/IMG_0509.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8682594.post-4309755474377159476</id><published>2008-08-22T22:34:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T23:25:54.918-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Back!</title><content type='html'>It's been almost a month since my last post. I want to thank everyone who wrote comments to that post. Your words and caring were very comforting to me. So it's time to let you know that I am doing fine. I sat &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shiva_(Judaism)"&gt;Shiva&lt;/a&gt; for three days during which a lot of my family, friends, coworkers as well as Mom's friends, Gerry's friends and coworkers, and his brother and sister-in-law. Of course, my kids were here too and they were unbelievably wonderful (Avi made a huge hit as well). We had a lovely memorial service for Gerry that Sunday. Gerry was in AA with 20 1/2 years of sobriety. Since he wasn't a religious person I decided that it was most fitting to have the service where he went to AA meetings. It was supposed to be for an hour but at 2 hours I had to tap my watch to have our friend stop it (he was the moderator). He alternated saying a few words with having each of Gerry's 3 other best friends talk. Then my daughter Alison spoke, then me, my brother in law (for 2 min) and it was then opened to anyone who wished to talk. It was wonderful - no one painted Gerry as a "saint" as so  many people do for those who have died. They all told of Gerry as someone who wasn't always easy to deal with but who, for many of them, saved their lives, contributed to them staying sober and getting their life back on track... as someone who lived life to the fullest... who was caring, loving (even when being tough); as someone with a strong will to live, as evidenced by the fight he gave to his cancer. Alison told how, while she wouldn't have picked Gerry as a husband for her mother (me), was impressed with him as he dealt with his family and ours, and how he was an amazing grandfather to Avi (who really was his step-grandson). The last person to speak was a woman who we knew several years ago. She told how she had just gotten home to Texas from a trip to NY/Washington, DC with her 4 yr old daughter and husband, the night before the service. She put her daughter to bed saying, "Mommy is SO done traveling. I'm SO tired." Then she got the call about Gerry and the service, turned to her husband and said, "I have to go to Florida," picked up the little girl from bed at 4:30 AM and flew here to attend and speak. THIS is how much he meant to people! It was such a fitting closure for all of us.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My family, friends and neighbors were also so generous. Many sent or made food to be served during the Shiva. Many made donations to either &lt;a href="http://www.hospicebytheseafl.org/"&gt;Hospice by the Sea&lt;/a&gt; , &lt;a href="https://www3.mdanderson.org/devoffice/"&gt;MD Anderson Cancer Center&lt;/a&gt; or other Cancer organizations in Gerry's name. My friend Melinda made a fabulous collage of  Gerry pictures that she brought to the service (plus a huge display of flowers for the service from her husband John, the best man at our wedding). In two weeks I am flying to New Jersey to attend the christening of Gerry's newest grandnephew. The day after that we are gathering at Gerry's parent's gravesite. He wanted some of his ashes placed there and the family would like closure too, so we are having a memorial service/celebration of life, similar to what we did here. Melinda is shipping the collage up to NJ for the service and I will bring it back on the plane. Gerry's other niece graciously offered to have everyone back to her house for refreshments afterward. I am so happy to have been given this Devine family - they are certainly keepers!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Two weeks after Gerry passed away his friend Rick rented a really nice boat and took Mom, John, Melinda and our friend Steve out in the Atlantic Ocean to scatter Gerry's ashes (and those of our dog Cocktail, who we put to sleep Oct. 2006). Gerry wanted most of his ashes on the Delray Reef where he had scattered the ashes of Robert C, an older gentleman who Gerry took care of when Robert had lung cancer and was living with Gerry (before I came along). When I released Cocktail's ashes they sunk right down into the water. When I let go of Gerry's they stayed in a cloud on top of the water, not any veering off,  as if he was searching for just the right spot to rest in. It was rather cool! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am back at work and it's good. I have friends there and everyone is very nice! We started two days late due to the Tropical Storm (Fay). My class is good so far - I have 19 kids - but I know more will be coming in the next two or three weeks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everyone asks if I am lonely. No, not really. I spend as much time as I want at work to get things done. At home I am mostly on the computer or watching TIVO'd Olympics (it's great to zip through what I am not interested in). The first few weeks I had so much to take care of - canceling this, transferring that, setting up appointments for house stuff, etc. Most of that is behind me (and how lucky I had all that experience when dealing with doctors, health benefits, etc, so I can hold my own with various company representatives). What is true is that I often miss Gerry - his company, his humor, his feet against mine in bed, going to the movies together, and more. But I am also very grateful for the 8 years that we were together, for the fun, the insights into people he taught me about, the friends and family he bequeathed me, and the love he gave to my family. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8682594-4309755474377159476?l=toodevine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toodevine.blogspot.com/feeds/4309755474377159476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8682594&amp;postID=4309755474377159476&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8682594/posts/default/4309755474377159476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8682594/posts/default/4309755474377159476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toodevine.blogspot.com/2008/08/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m Back!'/><author><name>Jody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02002996143029207369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v616/jesr621/Jody.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8682594.post-411592407806087046</id><published>2008-07-24T00:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T00:52:23.353-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sad News</title><content type='html'>It is with great sadness that I write and tell you that Gerry passed away tonight. Gerry fought long and hard for life, right up to the last few minutes. He suffered the last few days and while it hurts to lose him, it was a blessing to see him in peace at last. I was alone with him, talking to him and holding his hand when he died. It gave me great comfort to have been with him at that time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again I want to thank all of you for your continued love, support, prayers and comfort as we went through this ordeal. To those of you who knew Gerry, I know you will remember him with fond memories. While he could be trying at times, mostly he was a fun loving, caring, warm guy with a big heart. We shared 8 years together, 8 years that were fun and loving.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8682594-411592407806087046?l=toodevine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toodevine.blogspot.com/feeds/411592407806087046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8682594&amp;postID=411592407806087046&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8682594/posts/default/411592407806087046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8682594/posts/default/411592407806087046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toodevine.blogspot.com/2008/07/sad-news.html' title='Sad News'/><author><name>Jody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02002996143029207369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v616/jesr621/Jody.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8682594.post-6115889892049706395</id><published>2008-07-18T07:51:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T07:53:02.333-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks</title><content type='html'>I want to say a quick "thank you" to all of you who have taken the time to read my blog and those who also left comments, notably: Sarah, Heather, Donna S, Paula, Mo, Elizabeth, Alison and anyone else I may have missed. Your thoughts and soothing words are always helpful.    &lt;br /&gt;Jody&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8682594-6115889892049706395?l=toodevine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toodevine.blogspot.com/feeds/6115889892049706395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8682594&amp;postID=6115889892049706395&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8682594/posts/default/6115889892049706395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8682594/posts/default/6115889892049706395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toodevine.blogspot.com/2008/07/thanks.html' title='Thanks'/><author><name>Jody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02002996143029207369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v616/jesr621/Jody.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8682594.post-4113871522237744418</id><published>2008-07-17T21:08:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T22:14:06.377-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hospice Time</title><content type='html'>After 10 days Gerry finished the MRSA IV antibiotics last Monday. He was getting them at the office of the doctor for infectious diseases. It took about 1 1/2 hours each day and I got to sit out front and knit.  Gerry was so weak one day that he had me take him in to the office in a wheelchair. That was the day he he suggested that we sign with hospice (we tried twice before but each time he changed his mind). I called while he was getting treatment and the nurse came that afternoon with the necessary papers. The next day an LPN came to assess Gerry and talk to me, and the day after that his assigned RN, Susan, came. Each one of them was so nice. Gerry, on the other hand wasn't... he wasn't nasty, he was just angry and each time he really didn't want to see the nurse but in the end he let them come in and take his vitals. He saw them each for 5 minutes... the rest of the time they spent with me, talking and filling out paperwork. By the afternoon of the second day we had received refills on his medications, oxygen, a wedge and egg crate for the bed, and a shower chair (he doesn't need it yet but it's here for when he does). They are all about making Gerry comfortable, and helping me. As of Tuesday I had decided NOT to leave him unless there was someone to stay with him. Mom came over and I used that as an opportunity to run to Publix. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gerry does not sleep a whole lot. He dozes on and off during the day but it's nowhere near the amount of sleeping he had been doing. He is up most of the night too. That wasn't good for me as lately he had been making a lot of noise, leaving the bedroom TV on or putting the living room TV volume up high. Two nights ago he went into the living room and I was able to sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This morning when I woke he complained of shortness of breath. He had started using the O2 the night before so I set him up with it again. He was concerned about his arms - they are SO thin, and then said that maybe he should go to the hospital, as he thought he was going to die. I told him that it wasn't happening today (he was just scared - I think he finally hit the acceptance stage). I called Hospice and the nurse said she would come around 11 AM. In the meantime the social worker AND doctor called asking if they could come to meet us. I of course said yes. The SW came first and Gerry was asleep but he woke and spoke with her - he was like a lamb. She was very honest and open with him and while he doesn't open up his feelings he did share a little of his fears. The doctor was so nice and Gerry seemed to like him, too.  Nurse Susan came and was here for a few hours. She will return 2x week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been pretty good up until now. But each day it gets harder emotionally to see Gerry going downhill. He is very thin (he lost over 10 lbs in the last week, and that was as of Tuesday. He eats next to nothing all day long. He hasn't been up to small talk in a long time. He can't bend down easily as his abdomen is large with tumors, so I have to help with dressing (which pretty much consists of boxers and sometimes a t-shirt). He can still shower, toilet and brush his teeth himself. He lays on the couch for awhile, then decides to go into bed. So I have to move the pillows, fan (he is always hot and/or perspiring), water, and now O2. After an hour he wants to go back on the couch.... time to move it all again. Sometimes I will help him out, go to the other room to begin doing something and I hear, "Honey - can you ____?"  I am not blaming him as I know he can't get comfortable AND needs a change of venue, but it sometimes is exasperating. Then I stop and think, "How selfish... he can't do things and for what I might want to be doing, it can wait. I will be alive to do whatever... and he won't!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another sign that he is seeing his fragility and mortality - he authorized me to give up our dogs. We have 4 - a dachshund and 3 maltese. Gerry loves these dogs as much or more than he loves me (it's ok, I love them, too). We really were nuts to take on 4 but now it's too much to deal with. They are wonderful dogs but, being small, they are barkers and bark at every one/thing that moves outside. If Gerry is lucky enough to fall asleep during the day it wakes him up, or just grates on his nerves (which are very thin). He has been yelling at them when they disturb him. He used to love for them to sit on his lap but he is so sick he can't take it and so there is no affection/attention to be given. I am worried, too, that if Gerry gets up and the dogs follow him, that he might trip over them and break something. Once I am on my own I would have had to give them up because I will not be able to afford their care AND I work 26 miles from home and will be gone for 10 or more hours each day. That surely isn't fair to them ( I can't even go two hours without peeing). I called Alison and she is going to help by contacting a maltese rescue organization. I am looking into one for my dachshund, too, with my good friend Melinda helping on that side. I know I will get through this but gee...doesn't life just SUCK sometimes?? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8682594-4113871522237744418?l=toodevine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toodevine.blogspot.com/feeds/4113871522237744418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8682594&amp;postID=4113871522237744418&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8682594/posts/default/4113871522237744418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8682594/posts/default/4113871522237744418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toodevine.blogspot.com/2008/07/hospice-time.html' title='Hospice Time'/><author><name>Jody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02002996143029207369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v616/jesr621/Jody.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8682594.post-2919840921800338013</id><published>2008-07-05T19:18:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T19:48:45.650-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Once Again The Hits Just Keep On Coming</title><content type='html'>I went to the oncologist with Gerry for his usual appointment on Monday. He hates when I inform the dr of any issues he is having. As we spoke about transfusions, I told the dr that Gerry's urine showed blood in it (orange spots on the porcelain). Gerry got VERY upset with me (even sat with that little boy angry pout). We got into a heated discussion, which upset me as I hate confrontation AND I knew he was wrong - the dr. needs to know all that is going on. The dr. was very supportive of me while being patient with Gerry. I also told the dr that Gerry's ankles have gotten swollen. When the dr checked he agreed and prescribed two diuretics. As Gerry's pissyness continued I walked out. He must have bitched to the nurse about me because she suggested that since he disagreed with me about the blood in his urine, he should just do a urine test. So, he did! I called several days later for the results and lo and behold, he did have a trace of blood in his urine. More important, tho... he had a urinary tract infection... and it was &lt;a href="http://www.webmd.com/skin-problems-and-treatments/understanding-mrsa-methicillin-resistant-staphylococcus-aureus"&gt;MRSA&lt;/a&gt;! Gerry had his blood transfusion (one unit) on Thursday and I had gotten the results as we arrived home, so we had to go into the dr's office a little later for a bloodtest to see if MRSA was in his bloodstream. In the meantime the nurse said she would call a prescription in to the pharmacy. We went to the dr's office about 4 PM and the nurse took his blood. As we left I called the pharmacy to see if the prescription was ready (as it was 2 hrs after the call went in). I was told that they were waiting for authorization from the insurance company, and the insurance company was waiting for a call from the dr telling them why Gerry needed this antibiotic. We turned around and went right back to the dr's office, which was now closed. Thank goodness they were still there and let me in. I explained what had happened and the nurse said 1. she had called in the prescription at 2 PM 2. she never did get a fax regarding authorization needed. I called the pharmacy and went through the whole thing with the pharmacist. He said he would send another fax to the doctor but that it would take several days for the insurance company to process the information and give authorization. I felt like Shirley McClaine in &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Terms of Endearment&lt;/span&gt;, fighting for my loved one's comfort. The pharmacist told me he could give me enough pills to get Gerry through the holiday weekend, until the insurance company gave authorization ,but that we would have to pay out of pocket with no reimbursement. "Sure," I said, knowing it was only 8 pills. The pharmacist told me it would cost $659!!! The price for the full prescription, 20 pills, is over $2200! CAN YOU BELIEVE IT? I hate to put a price on Gerry's health but REALLY!!! $659? I told the pharmacist that I would call him back. I went into the back to see the nurse, Joan. She was floored. She had also called the pharmacy and just then two identical faxes came in - regarding Gerry's prescription. Joan got right on the phone with the insurance company. The doctor then walked in (thank goodness he was still there) and waited to see the outcome. Then Gerry walked in (he had been in the car). As Joan finished with the insurance company, she looked shocked...the co-pay for the full prescription, after the insurance paid their part, was $1200! OUCH! Gerry and I looked at each other. Yes, it's for his health but it's a lot of money. Then the doctor, God bless him, said, "If you went to the ER and were admitted they would give you the antibiotic as part of your treatment. You will be seen by the infectious disease doctor." Gerry agreed and then mumbled that he was dreading sitting in the ER waiting room for a few hours. Again, doc to the rescue: he had Joan call the admitting office in the hospital - they were still there and did the admission over the phone - YEA! We went right over and Gerry was brought right up to his room. They did blood work, too, and he was seen by the infectious disease dr and Gerry's other oncologist (partner of the first one). The ID doctor told me that I didn't have to be tested for MRSA, even tho it's contagious. My immune system is good, I just need to use a separate toilet and do lots of hand washing. Gerry was in the hospital overnight, had the antibiotic by IV before he was discharged, and now gets the same as an outpatient in the ID doctor's office. He has the first one today. I am not sure how many days he has to go, probably for 10 - 14 days.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But that's not all: One of my best friends, Cheryl, just became a grandma again, to a beautiful baby girl - Payton Elaina. Sadly, 3 weeks before Payton was due they did an ultrasound and found that she had fluid and a blood clot in the left hemisphere of her brain. They delivered her early by C-section. Four hours after her birth she had a seizure. They took her to the neo-natal ICU of &lt;a href="http://usfpeds.hsc.usf.edu/about/affiliations.htm"&gt;All Children's Hospital&lt;/a&gt; in Tampa. The doctor's put in a reservoir to hopefully drain the fluids. Please say a prayer for Payton and her family who is going through this with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But that's not all: On Friday I got word that Gerry's oldest brother Pat (77) was just diagnosed with advanced cancer in his stomach, liver and bladder. It's metastisized and it's not good. Out of 5 sibings, 4 had cancer. They lost their brother Donny, second oldest, a few years ago to liver cancer. The youngest, their sister Carol, had breast cancer. Gerry has end-stage melanoma and now Pat! My heart breaks for Eddie, the brother just above Gerry, who now has to live in fear that he might get cancer too, but worse than that, he will watch his two brothers die within a short space of time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8682594-2919840921800338013?l=toodevine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toodevine.blogspot.com/feeds/2919840921800338013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8682594&amp;postID=2919840921800338013&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8682594/posts/default/2919840921800338013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8682594/posts/default/2919840921800338013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toodevine.blogspot.com/2008/07/once-again-hits-just-keep-on-coming.html' title='Once Again The Hits Just Keep On Coming'/><author><name>Jody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02002996143029207369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v616/jesr621/Jody.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8682594.post-4057249082617485439</id><published>2008-06-20T21:41:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T22:23:12.133-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Avi Time Again!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SFxjzgKzRhI/AAAAAAAAAhU/OSRJLsKbtIs/s1600-h/IMG_0240.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SFxjzgKzRhI/AAAAAAAAAhU/OSRJLsKbtIs/s320/IMG_0240.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214152205047907858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Monday Alison flew down with Avi to see us – mainly so Gerry and Avi could have some time together. Avi did great on the plane ride. He is becoming quite a seasoned traveler. He loves looking at the planes, buses in the airport, trucks, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not going to give a minute by minute description of their visit – it would take too long and you’d get to bored. So just let me tell you that I had a ball with Avi…. and as much as he wanted to see Papa, it was all about GRANDMA!!!!! We went to the beach – my little fish grandson had a ball and I was right in there with him. If he got hurt, it was Grandma he wanted. I loved hearing him call me all the time. So – enough of that….the pix say it all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SFxltIDQgxI/AAAAAAAAAhc/HlfOZOnZ3NA/s1600-h/IMG_0286.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SFxltIDQgxI/AAAAAAAAAhc/HlfOZOnZ3NA/s320/IMG_0286.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214154294517859090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SFxltp3-qZI/AAAAAAAAAhk/HK3lImBy9ZA/s1600-h/IMG_3598.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SFxltp3-qZI/AAAAAAAAAhk/HK3lImBy9ZA/s320/IMG_3598.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214154303597357458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SFxltyp_CfI/AAAAAAAAAhs/dOF8LYTg8rY/s1600-h/IMG_3630.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SFxltyp_CfI/AAAAAAAAAhs/dOF8LYTg8rY/s320/IMG_3630.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214154305954580978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SFxluG27k-I/AAAAAAAAAh0/B02Jg0tRCQw/s1600-h/IMG_3633.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SFxluG27k-I/AAAAAAAAAh0/B02Jg0tRCQw/s320/IMG_3633.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214154311377589218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SFxlueEWM3I/AAAAAAAAAh8/v6R1WmZw-B8/s1600-h/IMG_0337.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SFxlueEWM3I/AAAAAAAAAh8/v6R1WmZw-B8/s320/IMG_0337.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214154317607875442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8682594-4057249082617485439?l=toodevine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toodevine.blogspot.com/feeds/4057249082617485439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8682594&amp;postID=4057249082617485439&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8682594/posts/default/4057249082617485439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8682594/posts/default/4057249082617485439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toodevine.blogspot.com/2008/06/its-avi-time-again.html' title='It&apos;s Avi Time Again!'/><author><name>Jody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02002996143029207369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v616/jesr621/Jody.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SFxjzgKzRhI/AAAAAAAAAhU/OSRJLsKbtIs/s72-c/IMG_0240.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8682594.post-8469360530732650563</id><published>2008-06-09T13:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T13:39:07.679-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Going Home</title><content type='html'>We had a 3 PM flight from Fairbanks to Anchorage. I had Gerry in a wheelchair all the way as he was so exhausted. We flew to Anchorage but arrived late…4:15. For some reason I read the paper itinerary wrong and thought we had our next flight on USAir at 4….that was the time our flight was supposed to LAND!. So here I thought we missed the plane (we never would have made it anyway). We got Gerry in a wheelchair and had been told we would have an electric cart meet us…but they don’t have them at that airport. AND…we had to go to another terminal. AND…we had to go OUTSIDE and take the airport shuttle to get here. I was so annoyed. We got onto the shuttle and it made it’s stops…AND went through the employees parking lot. I was trying to get USAir on the phone but kept getting the automated system. After 3 tries I finally got a person on the line. She told me that since the tickets were booked thru Alaska Air we would have to go back to them. So we stayed on the shuttle and went BACK to the first (South) terminal. There I was told that since we missed the flight (and they don’t have monitors there that show that…they were going by what I told them) we had to go BACK to USAir to get on another flight. By then I had looked again at my itinerary and realized that the flight didn’t leave till 4:45 – and it was now 4:35. As we headed for the door again (me with a rolling duffle and knitting bag and Gerry, walking, with a HEAVY computer backpack on his skinny shoulders) I called USAir again. This time I got a guy who said the plane had not left yet, but there was not way he could inform them to wait (as if they would wait). I decided not to take the shuttle but to grab a cab. There were about 10 cabs in a row. We were at the last one…you have to take the first one first. I ran up and told the driver that we needed to get to USAir immediately. “Where?” he asked. I repeated my request. “Where is that?” he said. I yelled, “You don’t know where USAir is and you drive here?” He was definitely a foreigner (by his heavy accent). I don’t have a problem with that. My problem is having a job where you have to do something and you don’t understand enough English to be able to do it. I went to the second cab driver with my request. He didn’t understand me either but did say, “You have to go to first car!” I went to the third car….same thing,  but HE said, “North Terminal?”  I didn’t know but said again, “USAir!” The first driver spoke to another and then called us to come, he would take us. It was a 5 minute drive…that’s all, 5 minutes…at 35 miles an hour, behind someone doing 25! When we got there I saw that there was nothing on the meter. I asked, “How much?” &lt;br /&gt;“Whatever you want to give me, “ the driver said. So I handed him $5.00 and he got upset with me. “That’s it? That’s what you want to give me?” Honestly…I am not cheap, but a) he didn’t understand where to go  b) it was a 5 minute ride  c) it only took 5 minutes because we were behind someone who was slower than the speed limit.. I said that’s all you get and got out of the car. Gerry came into the terminal after me and told me that he felt bad so he gave the guy another $5. I would have loved to get mad at him but I didn’t have the time. I finally got Gerry into a wheelchair and got to the ticket counter. YES…we missed the plane (and would have even if I did remember the correct departing time as we would not have made it by the time they closed the doors). YES – they could get me onto a Delta flight leaving at 7 PM, to Atlanta (7 hrs) with an hour layover and then on to Ft. Lauderdale…. First Class all the way…perfect! BUT…I had to go BACK to Alaska Air to be ticketed and then come back here for boarding passes. I left Gerry sitting on the side there, took the shuttle to Alaska Air, was ticketed, came back, got the boarding passes, went through security and got to the gate with 40 minutes to spare! Can you believe all that? I was just as exhausted as Gerry – anyone would have been. Talk about getting your exercise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrived in Ft. Lauderdale at 9 AM This morning. Our luggage was waiting at the USAir office. Our driver was waiting, too, and took us home to our waiting doggies and a bed for Gerry. As for me….being the crazy person that I am, I unpacked 4 suitcases, organized, sorted laundry and got it started, checked the mail, checked and answered e-mail, and finally, by 4 PM, my body crashed and I had to nap for a few hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s too bad that we had to miss the land tour, thought I never really thought that Gerry would be able to make it. At least we got to do the cruise, which was fabulous, and it was very good for Gerry emotionally and mentally.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8682594-8469360530732650563?l=toodevine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toodevine.blogspot.com/feeds/8469360530732650563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8682594&amp;postID=8469360530732650563&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8682594/posts/default/8469360530732650563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8682594/posts/default/8469360530732650563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toodevine.blogspot.com/2008/06/going-home.html' title='Going Home'/><author><name>Jody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02002996143029207369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v616/jesr621/Jody.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8682594.post-5212364826282130906</id><published>2008-06-07T21:26:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T13:37:16.052-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Land, HO!! &amp; Oh, NO!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SFVRmcksfMI/AAAAAAAAAgw/txYvV93RljU/s1600-h/IMG_0405.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SFVRmcksfMI/AAAAAAAAAgw/txYvV93RljU/s320/IMG_0405.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212161864698199234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday June 6th: What a morning it was. We woke early and had breakfast in our room. We were to leave the room at 8 to be in the theater for disembarkation by 8:15. We got to the theater at 8:10. First I left to go to the ladies room. When I returned, Gerry went to the men’s room. When he returned he told me that our names were being called on the loud speaker. You can’t hear it in the theater (you are supposed to sit and wait for your color/number to be called). We gathered our things and went into the hall where I asked a ship’s staff about our names being called. She said that our tour guide was paging us for a long time. When we got to the bus, all the other passengers applauded our entrance. It seems that they were all in the theater by 8 and were called right away. Later on several other of the passengers told me that I was right…we didn’t have to be there until 8:15 but they were called early. We sat toward the back of the bus, each taking two seats across the aisle from one another so Gerry could be comfortable. The bus driver and tour guide were so nice. They told us what we were seeing as well as a little history of the area but it wasn’t boring at all. The bus ride to Anchorage was 2 ½ hours long. The scenery was absolutely breathtaking. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SFVSG8OXP1I/AAAAAAAAAg8/bC6HFkDIiAU/s1600-h/IMG_0411.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SFVSG8OXP1I/AAAAAAAAAg8/bC6HFkDIiAU/s320/IMG_0411.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212162422950281042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SFVSHbLF1tI/AAAAAAAAAhE/YYIHaqFtUkg/s1600-h/IMG_0415.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SFVSHbLF1tI/AAAAAAAAAhE/YYIHaqFtUkg/s320/IMG_0415.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212162431258056402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Gerry didn’t fare so well though. He kept falling asleep – he was so wiped out. Behind us was a driver in training. He talked to us about the area, the wildlife and more. Everywhere you looked there were snow-covered mountains. We even saw some bison, mountain goats and some eagles. There was a lake that seemed to go on forever. We passed Mt. Alieska where we were told the skiing was fabulous. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got to Anchorage Airport we had to walk to the other end of the terminal for our bags, to bring them to check in. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SFVSvcBmf8I/AAAAAAAAAhM/aHrVBwOhZo8/s1600-h/IMG_0419.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SFVSvcBmf8I/AAAAAAAAAhM/aHrVBwOhZo8/s320/IMG_0419.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212163118681456578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After that walk Gerry was so tired we had to get him a wheelchair. The tour guide had someone bring all the bags back. We checked in and then got through security quickly. The flight was an hour long and uneventful. We arrived in Fairbanks to get on another bus. Our hotel, Sophie Station, was only 10 minutes away but they took us to the Alaska Museum at the University of Fairbanks. I asked the driver if we could stay in the bus as Gerry couldn’t possible walk the museum or even go through in the wheelchair. The driver was so nice. He would have had to leave us in the bus with the motor and A/C off, so instead he offered to take us to the hotel. Our tour guide Andrea came along, calling ahead to make sure our room was ready. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we were settled in the hotel Gerry went to sleep and I did laundry and made calls to family. After the laundry was done, Gerry woke and wanted to walk to the Safeway food store, about 4 blocks away. The weather in Fairbanks was beautiful, not too cold, probably in the mid to upper 60’s. We walked there and back and then I made supper. He had one piece of chicken fingers (that he bought for himself…I don’t eat them) and wasn’t hungry for the roasted chicken that I bought. He went to bed and I set up the computer…yea! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night Gerry got sick. He was vomiting profusely every hour!!! By 6 AM I knew we wouldn’t be continuing the tour. At 7 I called to inform the tour guide. The hotel desk staff told me that the ER was really good. At 9 AM the hotel van took us to Fairbanks Memorial Hospital ER. They were wonderful. We were taken right away (the place was empty). It’s a fairly new facility too. Gerry’s BP was excellent, and his hemoglobin was 8.9 – better than we would have thought. The dr was nice (and cute, too). They did blood and urinalysis, put him on fluids right away with antibiotic and anti-nausea meds. Gerry dozed on and off most of the time. I got on the phone right away with the travel insurance company. They were good too, except for some minor issues we had at first. Gerry and I had first class tickets, gotten by using frequent flyer miles. L, the Travel Insurance rep, said that we could not fly back FC because they can’t put a value on mileage points. I told her that we had to fly back FC because Gerry wasn’t well and that is why I booked FC in the first place. L explained that if the DR. felt it was a medical necessity, then there would be no problem. But…I would have to go in coach (because I was not ill). I told her that I needed to be with him to assist him….no good! So…I told her that since Gerry was sick he would need a medical transport and a medical person to accompany him home…and they could pay for THAT!!! Again, she said…if the DR said it’s medically necessary for ME to be with him, that would cover it. When I spoke to the doctor he thought it WAS medically necessary and so when the papers came through on the fax, he filled them out accordingly. He even spoke to the medical rep from the travel insurance company on the phone, to make sure that our trip home would be as comfortable as possible for Gerry. Even our nurse spoke to the TI company when they requested her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In mid afternoon Gerry started vomiting again. It was SO foul. We found out why a short time later. Gerry had not moved his bowels in a few days…he was impacted. They gave him an enema….and after the inevitable…he was empty and felt SO much better! They gave him more anti nausea medicine and a stomach relaxant. The dr wanted to do a CT scan to see if there was a blockage, but we told him that even if there were, there would be no operation so what was the point? We just wanted to get Gerry home to Florida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night the travel insurance company worked with me to get the best possible flights for Sunday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8682594-5212364826282130906?l=toodevine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toodevine.blogspot.com/feeds/5212364826282130906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8682594&amp;postID=5212364826282130906&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8682594/posts/default/5212364826282130906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8682594/posts/default/5212364826282130906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toodevine.blogspot.com/2008/06/land-ho-oh-no.html' title='Land, HO!! &amp; Oh, NO!'/><author><name>Jody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02002996143029207369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v616/jesr621/Jody.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SFVRmcksfMI/AAAAAAAAAgw/txYvV93RljU/s72-c/IMG_0405.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8682594.post-6266318338817634200</id><published>2008-06-05T23:15:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T13:25:51.983-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Blue Ice at Hubbard Glacier</title><content type='html'>We woke early, as usual. Gerry didn’t feel great so I dressed and went to the buffet breakfast. But first, I headed to the top deck as we were approaching the Hubbard Glacier and I wanted to get some pictures. I had no idea how close we would come later on. It was very cold on deck but I got close to the railing and got a few good shots. It was just a wall of ice b/t the mountains but it was beautiful…white and blue (blue indicates very old ice). Then I went to breakfast and called Gerry, who was just about to join me. We watched through the windows of the dining room as we neared the glacier, and realized that if we went onto our veranda we would have a great view. So we did just that. It was awesome. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SFVLWoqUxLI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/W2UI7MyeixU/s1600-h/IMG_0366.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SFVLWoqUxLI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/W2UI7MyeixU/s320/IMG_0366.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212154995995362482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SFVLXezXlCI/AAAAAAAAAgY/Fw2ki6hzNog/s1600-h/IMG_0371.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SFVLXezXlCI/AAAAAAAAAgY/Fw2ki6hzNog/s320/IMG_0371.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212155010528810018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SFVLYTZU6OI/AAAAAAAAAgg/gkbonuqNlO0/s1600-h/IMG_0359.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SFVLYTZU6OI/AAAAAAAAAgg/gkbonuqNlO0/s320/IMG_0359.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212155024646662370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We got really close and were able to watch as the glacier “calved” – large amounts of ice fell off the face of the glacier, making a thunderous noise. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-878a66860dfa47a6" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v2.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D878a66860dfa47a6%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329997962%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3B3FA0867752DE20ADEA9C2869D1740A6771D177.550186276CBA78188DEEBAEF6E6243B776E54B1D%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D878a66860dfa47a6%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dmr0fYe_zR0E-gh-KKvLbN4aJj_s&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v2.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D878a66860dfa47a6%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329997962%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3B3FA0867752DE20ADEA9C2869D1740A6771D177.550186276CBA78188DEEBAEF6E6243B776E54B1D%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D878a66860dfa47a6%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dmr0fYe_zR0E-gh-KKvLbN4aJj_s&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;The ship stayed by the glacier for a few hours and then headed up the Alaska Gulf toward our final destination, Seward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 1 we were invited to view the navigational bridge (because we were in a suite). Gerry moves slowly so we got there a little late for the explanation, but get to look around. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SFVNTAv3ZgI/AAAAAAAAAgo/4IpA6bY-zPw/s1600-h/IMG_0400.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SFVNTAv3ZgI/AAAAAAAAAgo/4IpA6bY-zPw/s320/IMG_0400.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212157132764833282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At 3:30 we were invited to a TEA (for those in the suites) in the Olympic restaurant. Gerry slept but I went. It was so nice. I sat at a table with a few other couples. We had the tea of our choice, little sandwiches and pastries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the main dining room for dinner. It was good but truth be told, I was just as happy eating in our room. After dinner we went to the casino but Gerry was losing so we left after about 10 minutes. I had a lot of packing to do to insure that the suitcases were outside the door by 11 PM. I have packed WAY too much stuff for this trip. If I ever return to Alaska I’ll know better!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8682594-6266318338817634200?l=toodevine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toodevine.blogspot.com/feeds/6266318338817634200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8682594&amp;postID=6266318338817634200&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8682594/posts/default/6266318338817634200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8682594/posts/default/6266318338817634200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toodevine.blogspot.com/2008/06/blue-ice-at-hubbard-glacier.html' title='Blue Ice at Hubbard Glacier'/><author><name>Jody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02002996143029207369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v616/jesr621/Jody.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SFVLWoqUxLI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/W2UI7MyeixU/s72-c/IMG_0366.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8682594.post-6097185620130119122</id><published>2008-06-04T22:02:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T13:00:33.628-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Icy Strait Point - Brrrrr!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SFVKHhOdV1I/AAAAAAAAAgA/3l6WwkojCIQ/s1600-h/IMG_0290.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SFVKHhOdV1I/AAAAAAAAAgA/3l6WwkojCIQ/s320/IMG_0290.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212153636789770066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pulled in near ISP at 7 AM. We went up for a buffet breakfast (the usual) and then Gerry wanted to nap, so I went to the whirlpool and hydra pool. It was warm and felt so good. After an hour (which included about 5 minutes in the sauna) I came downstairs and waited for Gerry to wake up. We dressed warmly and went down to get the tender into ISP. It was cool but Gerry was very, very cold. The tender took a few minutes which wasn’t bad. The (unused) cannery was not heated and  there were only stores and a museum there, so Gerry wanted to come back to the ship. He bought a ISP t-shirt and hat and then we did come back to the ship. I got an umbrella and returned to ISP on the tender. I walked around the shops. There were only about 10 stores inside the cannery building. All of the stores are owned and operated by the residents of the town. There are NO diamond or jewelry stores - yea! That gets to be a bit boring (especially since I am not into buying expensive jewelry). I bought Gerry a warm hat and bought myself some Skookem Ointment. It is made by the owner of the shop. She is a Tlinget Native. Skookem Ointment is made from skunk cabbage olive oil palm kernel, shea butter and deer tallow. It is used “to help restore damaged muscles, broken bones, relieve severe pain from arthritis, neuropathy and other degenerative  conditions.” I bought a very small bottle for I have had a pain in my right thumb for some time. For $10 it’s worth a shot!&lt;br /&gt;It was raining a lot but I had an umbrella so I plodded on. I walked to the Cedar Fire… a fire that is tended to by a Tlingit gentleman. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SFVKeoUl1fI/AAAAAAAAAgI/oleucaFkdeQ/s1600-h/IMG_0303.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SFVKeoUl1fI/AAAAAAAAAgI/oleucaFkdeQ/s320/IMG_0303.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212154033831532018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a tradition that the started a few years ago. When a tourist comes (from the cruise ships) they give him a cedar chip to throw into the fire… “Your cedar chip is a symbol of all that defines this wondrous place; the sea, the wilderness, our history and culture. In keeping with tradition of all those who visit Icy Strait Point, contribute your cedar ship and sustain the light of the wood chip and sustain the light of the wood chip fire, sharing in the legacy of all who set foot on these shores.” You make a wish as you throw in your chip. I made a wish for myself with my chip and one for Gerry (with his chip).  I decided that I wanted to see the actual town where the residents lived (all 875 of them) so for$5.00 I got a ticket on the shuttle for the mile ride into town (and back). As we rode in I saw that it looked like a bungelow colony (like Keansburg, NJ about 40 years ago. It was so cold and rainy that I didn’t even get off the bus, but rode it back to the dock where I got the next tender and came back to the ship. It has since cleared up outside but its still overcast and damp. I am in sweatshirt and flannel bottoms….cold! But Jorge came by with “afternoon tea” and I indulged myself (AGAIN) with a brownie and a fruit tart, and of course, tea. Oh - Jorge came back with canapés….mmmm! Boy, I am REALLY going to have to work at losing a but when we get home.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Gerry isn’t feeling great. He isn’t saying much but I watch and can see it. He is having pain in his abdomen, breathing a bit heavier (and he’s a little congested, stuffy nose), and is taking a little more pain meds. I really hope that he feels well enough to enjoy the land tour starting Friday. The good thing is that we set sail from ISP around 5 tonight. We will either eat in our room or at the buffet and maybe go to the casino for a little while. Tomorrow we are at sea all day, heading for the Hubbard Glacier, and Friday we disembark for good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8682594-6097185620130119122?l=toodevine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toodevine.blogspot.com/feeds/6097185620130119122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8682594&amp;postID=6097185620130119122&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8682594/posts/default/6097185620130119122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8682594/posts/default/6097185620130119122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toodevine.blogspot.com/2008/06/icy-strait-point-brrrrr.html' title='Icy Strait Point - Brrrrr!'/><author><name>Jody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02002996143029207369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v616/jesr621/Jody.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SFVKHhOdV1I/AAAAAAAAAgA/3l6WwkojCIQ/s72-c/IMG_0290.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8682594.post-4214275831641891579</id><published>2008-06-03T23:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T12:54:43.168-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Skagway &amp; Time Alone</title><content type='html'>Had a nice breakfast…my usual - herring, lox, berries, nuts and cranberries. Gerry rested in the room and I did some reading/puzzles. Gerry opted not to go into town because he was cold and tired so I went in by myself. At first it was cool but the sun came out and the weather was beautiful. The town is really small - 4 blocks wide and 2 blocks long. The touristy part goes to around 7th Street and then it’s just homes. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SFVHHaUKRSI/AAAAAAAAAfA/j9IIMffSI1w/s1600-h/IMG_0267.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SFVHHaUKRSI/AAAAAAAAAfA/j9IIMffSI1w/s320/IMG_0267.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212150336399754530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went in and out of shops with some coupons for freebies.  I got a teeny silver charm of a train, a teeny topaz stone, bought a pendant of a rainbow topaz with a small white topaz on top, set in silver, for $20, and the typical junkie “gold” charm bracelet from Diamonds International. There were really nice throw pillows and blankets in a loom store, hand made ivory or jade pieces in other stores, and more. I went into the Red Onion Saloon, the original saloon from the Klondike Goldrush days of 1898. They had a bordello upstairs for two years. Now they give 15 minute tours for $5.00. I went on the tour. It was given by young college girls dressed as bordello women. When you paid your $5.00 they gave you a black and red leg garter. It was fun. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SFVH1hOwi9I/AAAAAAAAAfI/QBeyCanBBcs/s1600-h/IMG_0229.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SFVH1hOwi9I/AAAAAAAAAfI/QBeyCanBBcs/s320/IMG_0229.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212151128530127826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SFVH3QR2EJI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/gfmgpUMeW-8/s1600-h/IMG_0223.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SFVH3QR2EJI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/gfmgpUMeW-8/s320/IMG_0223.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212151158339408018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SFVH7_d_N8I/AAAAAAAAAfY/AZS049dyprY/s1600-h/IMG_0236.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SFVH7_d_N8I/AAAAAAAAAfY/AZS049dyprY/s320/IMG_0236.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212151239726282690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SFVH_W83rNI/AAAAAAAAAfg/uO84ajw7Zdo/s1600-h/IMG_0247.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SFVH_W83rNI/AAAAAAAAAfg/uO84ajw7Zdo/s320/IMG_0247.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212151297569434834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked around, stopped into the home of the founder of the town, Captain William Moore. He first built a log cabin but later built a house next to it. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SFVIWhdQGZI/AAAAAAAAAfo/ZiTqnMHGc0A/s1600-h/IMG_0281.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SFVIWhdQGZI/AAAAAAAAAfo/ZiTqnMHGc0A/s320/IMG_0281.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212151695526599058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was interesting to read about the way of life over 100 years ago. Before leaving the town I went into a tourist shop for a few more little gifties! Heading back to the ship it was quite windy but I made it back. I got a lot of walking time in - good exercise.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;We went to dinner in the Olympic - the specialty restaurant on the ship. Our travel agent Connie treated us to the dinner. It was amazing. The Olympic is modeled after the restaurant on the ship Olympic (sister ship to the Titanic). I had booked it for tonight as it was not formal night (we didn’t  bring formal wear with us). However, when we walked in Gerry had to have a sports or suit jacket on, so they brought one out for him to wear just till he got to the table (and he actually did wear it for a little while for warmth). I ordered a glass of Reisling wine that was SOOOO good. First we were given a “surprise” - a little crab spread. As an appetizer I had escargot but it wasn’t in butter/garlic but in a kind of curry dressing. They were not in the shells - they were on the plate and there were about 3 or 4 times as many as usual. Gerry had a delicious lobster bisque soup and a Caesar salad. We each had an entrée of lobster and scallops. Then they serve your choice of cheeses, with sliced apple, grapes, celery and little walnut/apple bread pieces. For dessert I had zabalione. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SFVI0SWRENI/AAAAAAAAAfw/ehhLQ2gt8z4/s1600-h/IMG_0287.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SFVI0SWRENI/AAAAAAAAAfw/ehhLQ2gt8z4/s320/IMG_0287.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212152206866845906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SFVI27vabpI/AAAAAAAAAf4/c5xkgs-AGik/s1600-h/IMG_0288.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SFVI27vabpI/AAAAAAAAAf4/c5xkgs-AGik/s320/IMG_0288.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212152252337909394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The waiter made it in front of me and whisked it for 12...whole…minutes. I couldn’t believe he actually stood there whisking it. It was delicious. Gerry left just before I had my dessert. He didn’t have the stamina to sit that long. When I got back to the room Gerry was sleeping. I sat up watching TV or reading for another hours and a half and then went to sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8682594-4214275831641891579?l=toodevine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toodevine.blogspot.com/feeds/4214275831641891579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8682594&amp;postID=4214275831641891579&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8682594/posts/default/4214275831641891579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8682594/posts/default/4214275831641891579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toodevine.blogspot.com/2008/06/skagway-time-alone.html' title='Skagway &amp; Time Alone'/><author><name>Jody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02002996143029207369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v616/jesr621/Jody.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SFVHHaUKRSI/AAAAAAAAAfA/j9IIMffSI1w/s72-c/IMG_0267.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8682594.post-3719662946877105643</id><published>2008-06-02T21:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T12:43:21.794-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Juneau</title><content type='html'>I went to bed last night at 9:15 - just passed out cold! During the night I heard Gerry up and about (he doesn’t sleep well at all) and so I woke around 5  - it was totally light outside.  Gerry was hungry but I told him the buffet didn’t open until 7 AM (and later read in the newsletter that it  actually opened at 6). I laid in bed and suddenly Gerry called to me, “There’s an iceberg!” A piece of ice was floating by the ship - not huge, but big enough to realize what it was.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;We finally went to the buffet for breakfast at around 7. Then we returned to our room where we hung out - Gerry napped on and off and I read.  The ship docked at 8. I had expected Juneau, the capital of Alaska, to be a big city with modern buildings. It isn’t…it looks like a modern day version of a wilderness town. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SFVF57axZEI/AAAAAAAAAeo/D_Mm-xuL1xg/s1600-h/IMG_0160.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SFVF57axZEI/AAAAAAAAAeo/D_Mm-xuL1xg/s320/IMG_0160.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212149005256057922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where the ships come in there are lots of shops, of course, most of them either the typical jewelry stores found at every port, or touristy gift shops. At around 11:30 we finally went outside but Gerry was very cold so we returned to the ship/room s he could change jackets. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SFVGIsiUwuI/AAAAAAAAAew/InmkLcajW7A/s1600-h/IMG_0154.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SFVGIsiUwuI/AAAAAAAAAew/InmkLcajW7A/s320/IMG_0154.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212149258959241954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We went outside again but after a few minutes in one shop Gerry returned to the ship. I stayed out and went into shops as I walked through the town. The weather got warmer and warmer - there were even people in short sleeved shirts (natives to the area, I’m sure). I walked around for about 2 hours before returning to the ship. Gerry was sleeping when I got here. I started to read my book but was interrupted over and over again…a few phone calls came in, Jorge came with tea and cake, etc. Finally I decided to get some exercise.  I went to the 11th floor where there is an outdoor walking track. I walked for 30 minutes and then went to the gym for about 15 minutes.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I had a wonderful dinner in the room (Gerry wasn’t hungry at the time but later got himself a gyro and nachos/cheese from upstairs). I next went down to the computer café, signed on for a package of about 2 hours and checked my e-mail. There were over 350 e-mails, mostly garbage, and it took me almost 30 minutes to delete most and read a few. Then I went to the show which was all singing and dancing - the performers were terrific. Now I am in the room, body worn out, so I am laying in bed typing. The ship left Juneau an hour ago. We were fascinated by the mountains across the water…enormous snow covered mountains that just went on and on. It’s now 11 PM and finally dark (but not totally). Tomorrow we get into Skagway at 7 AM and don’t leave until 8:30 PM. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SFVGdR-EAqI/AAAAAAAAAe4/gBktVRFLa7M/s1600-h/IMG_0162.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SFVGdR-EAqI/AAAAAAAAAe4/gBktVRFLa7M/s320/IMG_0162.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212149612605080226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8682594-3719662946877105643?l=toodevine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toodevine.blogspot.com/feeds/3719662946877105643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8682594&amp;postID=3719662946877105643&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8682594/posts/default/3719662946877105643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8682594/posts/default/3719662946877105643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toodevine.blogspot.com/2008/06/juneau.html' title='Juneau'/><author><name>Jody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02002996143029207369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v616/jesr621/Jody.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SFVF57axZEI/AAAAAAAAAeo/D_Mm-xuL1xg/s72-c/IMG_0160.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8682594.post-5738361221262729285</id><published>2008-06-01T22:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T12:38:17.374-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ketchikan and Totems</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SFVEQVTcERI/AAAAAAAAAd8/qYPFmw1RjZU/s1600-h/IMG_0084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SFVEQVTcERI/AAAAAAAAAd8/qYPFmw1RjZU/s320/IMG_0084.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212147191138488594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We woke EARLY to find ourselves in Ketchikan, Alaska. It looked like what it once was - a small fishing town. The weather was pretty cool with overcast skies. We had a continental breakfast (brought to us by our … ahem….butler). Then we went onto the pier and met the tour to Saxman Native Village, about 3 miles away (by tour bus). The tour was ok - we saw a video about the Natives, then went to their meeting house for an authentic demonstration of their dancing/singing. When they asked for volunteers I joined a few others on stage. They put a cape on each of us and we just had to bend out knees, put both hands in front of us and sway. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SFVEhk-EmQI/AAAAAAAAAeI/td49vAxxl90/s1600-h/IMG_0097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SFVEhk-EmQI/AAAAAAAAAeI/td49vAxxl90/s320/IMG_0097.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212147487401613570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Afterward we were given a little tour of the totem poles. The young tour guide was very nice but a bit long winded and boring. Gerry did really well although he got bored and so walked to the store when I went to the Carving Shed. It was interesting to hear about making the totem poles. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SFVEyznA-GI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/ZSB44O5bw30/s1600-h/IMG_0114.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SFVEyznA-GI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/ZSB44O5bw30/s320/IMG_0114.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212147783389214818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When the talk was over I went to the store with the thought of getting a totem pole - but OW! They were a little more than I wanted to spend. Truthfully, they WERE affordable but more than I cared to spend (because they were carved by hand). The poles for under $20 were made in China… nope, I wasn’t interested in those either.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;When we got back to the ship we dropped our things in the room and went back into town (just across the street). &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SFVFDRN1hTI/AAAAAAAAAeY/_l9zcNHUUQQ/s1600-h/IMG_0134.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SFVFDRN1hTI/AAAAAAAAAeY/_l9zcNHUUQQ/s320/IMG_0134.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212148066214577458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did a little touristy shopping and then returned to the ship as Gerry was very tired. We went to the buffet for lunch but they were still serving breakfast so that’s what I had. It was good to return to the room and sit on the veranda for a bit. My cell phone was working so I made a few calls before my appointment for… a bit of “pampering.” I had booked a package that included: 30 minutes in the aroma steam room; back, neck and shoulder massage; spa re-hydrating aroma facial treatment; scalp massage with hair conditioning treatment; “tantalizing” foot and ankle massage full body application with skin nourishing milk lotion; and a “gift.” The gift would have been a moisturizer, but I opted to purchase a Cactus bristle skin brush to “detox, cleanse and improve texture and tone of the skin” and Celutox body solution, for which they give a discount on your package. It was SOOOO restful - just what I needed!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Beautiful snow capped mountains are going by outside our glass doors. We have now left Ketchikan and are sailing north to Juneau, the capitol of Alaska. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SFVFSBevITI/AAAAAAAAAeg/nLOpNdN5V8I/s1600-h/IMG_0140.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SFVFSBevITI/AAAAAAAAAeg/nLOpNdN5V8I/s320/IMG_0140.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212148319688532274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8682594-5738361221262729285?l=toodevine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toodevine.blogspot.com/feeds/5738361221262729285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8682594&amp;postID=5738361221262729285&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8682594/posts/default/5738361221262729285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8682594/posts/default/5738361221262729285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toodevine.blogspot.com/2008/06/ketchikan-and-totems.html' title='Ketchikan and Totems'/><author><name>Jody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02002996143029207369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v616/jesr621/Jody.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SFVEQVTcERI/AAAAAAAAAd8/qYPFmw1RjZU/s72-c/IMG_0084.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8682594.post-7518906836226451454</id><published>2008-05-31T08:00:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T01:08:26.017-04:00</updated><title type='text'>North - To Alaska</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SFSf-y7K7rI/AAAAAAAAAdI/p5Q8nRvVFio/s1600-h/IMG_0007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SFSf-y7K7rI/AAAAAAAAAdI/p5Q8nRvVFio/s320/IMG_0007.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211966569945165490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took three flights to get to Vancouver but we made it. The first two flights were good. However, we landed in Salt Lake City, Utah at 10:30 AM and the next flight was taking off at 10:55 - in another terminal. We got an electric cart and made it to the gate and of course, once on, they didn’t take off for another 10 - 15 minutes. It was a small plane, no food other than snacks, (but at least we saw the Great Salt Lake on take off and the beautiful snow covered mountains before we landed). Poor Gerry was SO wiped out and sweaty. Once in Vancouver we had to walk quite a distance to the terminal. Once there we had to check in and by then we had to get him a wheelchair (which I could have used for me, too….working on less than 3 hours sleep and all that travel). Anyway…the cruise company was great and exchanged our bus vouchers for a cab ride (45 min) and we finally got to the ship. After lunch and a much needed rest Gerry felt better. The room is big and lovely, with a big veranda. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SFSiaUcjZyI/AAAAAAAAAdY/OAT9hAPOv-8/s1600-h/IMG_0008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SFSiaUcjZyI/AAAAAAAAAdY/OAT9hAPOv-8/s320/IMG_0008.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211969241823274786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It’s too cold to sit on it right now but I think that perhaps around 3 PM, with a blanket around me, it is do-able.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The ship is beautiful - quietly elegant. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SFSf_vDWeaI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/zWleYrGRKW0/s1600-h/IMG_0026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SFSf_vDWeaI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/zWleYrGRKW0/s320/IMG_0026.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211966586085603746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Of course, as on all cruise ships the crew can’t do enough for you. We really do have a butler… a real, live, black-tail tuxedo wearing butler - Jorge, from Honduras. He brings us fresh fruit every day, canapés in the late afternoon, dinner menus at night if we don’t want to eat in the main dining room (and last night, we didn’t, but ordered from the same menu). Tonight we will probably do the same as we want to attend the Broadway Revue show and then go to the casino. It’s formal night so if we were to dine in the main or specialty dining rooms we would have to dress accordingly. We could go to the buffet but Gerry wouldn’t have the stamina to add dining out to the show and casino.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Today we went to a cocktail party that we were invited to - for Honeymooners and Anniversary celebrants. It was no biggie - champagne if you wanted it, a piece of the lovely anniversary cake, and dancing. I had champagne, I ate the cake, Gerry humored me by coming with me. Then we walked around the ship’s stores and came upstairs. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SFSf-UEKkgI/AAAAAAAAAdA/z8gQ7AZRbJU/s1600-h/IMG_0299.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SFSf-UEKkgI/AAAAAAAAAdA/z8gQ7AZRbJU/s320/IMG_0299.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211966561661391362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Right now the sun is shining on the beautiful sea and the sky, which was very cloudy all morning, is pretty clear. You can’t feel much of the motion of the ship (even on the 8th floor of our room). It’s our cruising day and we are headed to the Inside Passage and glaciers. Tomorrow we will be in Ketchikan and have an excursion to the Saxman Native Totem Village - can’t come to Alaska and not learn about the totem poles now can I?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Inside Passage - we entered around 3 PM today. The water is like glass most of the time. We move along fairly slow, at what looks to be swimming distance to the land. The hills are full of tall evergreens. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SFSic7pm_PI/AAAAAAAAAdw/_XHBWdJsdoU/s1600-h/IMG_0056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SFSic7pm_PI/AAAAAAAAAdw/_XHBWdJsdoU/s320/IMG_0056.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211969286706756850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After awhile the hills become mountains covered with snow, some with waterfalls of ice or water running into the waterway. We finally were able to go onto the veranda as we are on the west side and have the sun in the late afternoon. At first Gerry was bundled up and had a blanket on his lap. Even I had on my Ugs and a neck warmer. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SFSibHCTFtI/AAAAAAAAAdg/GbOKaV8rULg/s1600-h/IMG_0032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SFSibHCTFtI/AAAAAAAAAdg/GbOKaV8rULg/s320/IMG_0032.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211969255403362002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SFSibk3m5EI/AAAAAAAAAdo/Ptn6zrxZmuI/s1600-h/IMG_0034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SFSibk3m5EI/AAAAAAAAAdo/Ptn6zrxZmuI/s320/IMG_0034.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211969263411586114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We were both using binoculars to search for wildlife… didn’t get to see any yet. After Gerry went in the sun was strong and I fell asleep for over an hour. It was the most relaxed I have felt in weeks. I woke with a start when Jorge knocked on the sliding glass doors  to get our dinner order. I just can’t stop looking out the doors to the scenery. I am awestruck by the beauty of it all and I know this is just the tip of the iceberg (no pun intended). There is something so serene, so spiritual about cruising along quietly, watching nature as it goes on and on for miles. We sat out on the veranda to have our appetizers and finally came back in for dinner (which, by the way, was wonderful).&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;After dinner we went to the Broadway Spectacular show. The performers did a great job singing and dancing. Gerry wanted to go topside to have a cigar. We walked outside to get to the other side of that level  and it was pretty cold s he went directly inside. I stopped to take some pictures of the sunset - it was almost 10 PM! The colors of the water and sky were very pale aqua and coral and the setting sun was a vibrant orange.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;We returned to our room so he could smoke his cigar. As we sat there it was amazing to me that I could read something outside at 10:30 PM. After the cigar a stop in the casino was quick and unproductive. I was so tired I could barely stand up (I didn’t want to go to the casino but Gerry wanted me with him, so…). When I got to bed it was WONDERFUL!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8682594-7518906836226451454?l=toodevine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toodevine.blogspot.com/feeds/7518906836226451454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8682594&amp;postID=7518906836226451454&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8682594/posts/default/7518906836226451454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8682594/posts/default/7518906836226451454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toodevine.blogspot.com/2008/06/it-took-three-flights-to-get-to.html' title='North - To Alaska'/><author><name>Jody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02002996143029207369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v616/jesr621/Jody.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SFSf-y7K7rI/AAAAAAAAAdI/p5Q8nRvVFio/s72-c/IMG_0007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8682594.post-7051506647389377511</id><published>2008-05-21T18:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T21:05:35.430-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Today Was STENT Day</title><content type='html'>Today Gerry's hemoglobin level was 8.2 and so the urologist went ahead and did the stent replacement. All went well. The dr put in a bigger stent to alleviate some of the pressure in that area from the tumors that are there. Gerry is home, tired (as usual) and feeling pretty good. He gets tired all through the day, goes in and out of having the sweats, but he's eating (lighter than he used to) and his disposition is good. He is looking forward to seeing his brother Eddie and our sister-in-law Billie later today. They come to S. Florida from Central Fl at least once a month to see Billie's dad and us. This weekend is the biggest event - Alison, Michael, Avi, Becca and Phil are coming for a visit. It will be great to have us all together. Gerry had insisted on raiding Toy's R Us so he can spoil Avi - and oh, will that child be overwhelmed with all of his gifts. Nice to have good things to look forward to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8682594-7051506647389377511?l=toodevine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toodevine.blogspot.com/feeds/7051506647389377511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8682594&amp;postID=7051506647389377511&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8682594/posts/default/7051506647389377511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8682594/posts/default/7051506647389377511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toodevine.blogspot.com/2008/05/today-was-stent-day.html' title='Today Was STENT Day'/><author><name>Jody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02002996143029207369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v616/jesr621/Jody.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8682594.post-804222535714454618</id><published>2008-05-19T23:40:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T23:43:40.067-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Show Will Go On</title><content type='html'>Gerry's hemoglobin level was 8.3 today so we set up the stent procedure for 11 on Wednesday. We are going to stop at the oncologist's office first to have his blood tested. I would rather do that and find out there that his levels are low then for him to be put into a bed, hooked to IV and THEN told, an hour or two later, that it will be cancelled due to low levels AGAIN! Wednesday is the last day the urologist can even do the surgery since the dr is going away for 2 weeks and...so are we, the following week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just my luck to have my car collapse on me, but I got it back today and so far (at least, from the mechanic's to home) it's fine. A hose came undone and that is the hose responsible for cooling the system and that's why my coolant and transmission fluids dried up. Thank goodness I didn't blow the whole transmission.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had an appointment south of my school today so I stopped there on the way, and at my former school after my appointment. I only had about 45 min to spend in each school so of course I didn't get to see my friends there for more than 5 minutes each. Everyone thought I looked great...rested and relaxed. Ah, if they only knew!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8682594-804222535714454618?l=toodevine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toodevine.blogspot.com/feeds/804222535714454618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8682594&amp;postID=804222535714454618&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8682594/posts/default/804222535714454618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8682594/posts/default/804222535714454618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toodevine.blogspot.com/2008/05/show-will-go-on.html' title='The Show Will Go On'/><author><name>Jody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02002996143029207369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v616/jesr621/Jody.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8682594.post-1768581048160458130</id><published>2008-05-18T15:30:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T23:44:23.279-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy Weekend</title><content type='html'>Gerry had another transfusion on Thursday, this time he got 2 units of red blood cells (last Friday and Monday he got 1 unit each day). Friday morning the hemoglobin level was 8.8 - a decent level for him. He was able to have the port put in (just below the front left shoulder) so they won't have to look for his veins anymore. He was really sore for the first two days. It still hurts but not as much. Tomorrow we'll go into the dr office just to have his blood checked (and will probably have to do so just about every day). I am trying to reschedule the stent procedure for sometime this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately Gerry doesn't feel much better after the transfusion. He is still exhausted. This morning he changed the filters in two of the A/C vents - and I did the last one. He did a few more small chores outside...nothing much, really...came in to sit and watch tv for about 40 min and now he barely made it back into bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday my cousin Don and his wife Marcia drove down from Central FL (about 4 hrs) to have lunch with us (then they were going to see his late parents best/oldest friends who live 40 min north of me). They had wanted to see Gerry too, and Mom was here as well. When I went to pick up mom, on the way back to my house, my car had an "issue." I was hitting the gas but the car kept slowing down, almost as if the tires were spinning but not going anywhere. I was able to pull over and saw smoke coming from the rear so I turned it off. I immediately called AAA and then Gerry. He had gone early to have the propane tank filled but was at home. He called me back about 15 minutes later and then drove over (we were only about a mile or so from home). Gerry checked the transmission fluid - bone dry. Of course, it was MY fault! I told him that when I take the car in for an oil change I always ask the mechanic Jimmy to check all the fluids. AAA came, hooked up the car ASAP and we followed him to Jimmy's. Upon checking it, Jimmy said that a hose connected to the cooling system had come undone - SEE, not MY fault (and yes Gerry apologized). The car was left there and Jimmy will let me know the "damages" tomorrow. HEY GOD!!!! Isn't my life interesting ENOUGH?? We got back to the house just after my cousins arrived. Gerry was so totally wiped out that for the 3 hours that my cousins were here he either slept or had his lunch in his recliner in the other room. He wasn't being rude...he just didn't have the stamina to sit and chit chat. When they left he went back to bed. Mom stayed and we watched a few movies together, the three of us had pizza (then he went BACK to bed) and I later took Mom home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8682594-1768581048160458130?l=toodevine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toodevine.blogspot.com/feeds/1768581048160458130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8682594&amp;postID=1768581048160458130&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8682594/posts/default/1768581048160458130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8682594/posts/default/1768581048160458130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toodevine.blogspot.com/2008/05/busy-weekend.html' title='Busy Weekend'/><author><name>Jody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02002996143029207369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v616/jesr621/Jody.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8682594.post-252403221229655955</id><published>2008-05-16T23:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T23:40:17.125-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Enjoying What We Can</title><content type='html'>Went to see Sweeney Todd Wed night. While the acting, singing and staging were excellent, it wasn't my kind of show. Gerry didn't particularly enjoy it...it was too dark for him in general, and at this point in time, sitting there watching a show with a coffin on stage and people dying wasn't for him. He was great ,though. At intermission he chose to stay outside and have a cigar while I went back to watch the second half, which I enjoyed more than the first half. I really prefer shows like Mama Mia, Wicked, Rent...more upbeat music, dancing, etc. I did renew my subscription for next year as I was able to my usual seats (which are really good). Next year I'll see Avenue Q (saw it in NYC but don't mind seeing it again), Legally Blonde, The Drowsy Chaperone, The Wizard of Oz (wow - they actually turned the movie into a Broadway show?), and Fiddler on the Roof, with Topol (he starred in the movie. I saw the show on Broadway EONS ago but it's always nice to see it again).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gerry had a port put in this morning, making transfusions and taking blood much easier. After yesterday's 2 unit transfusion his hemoglobin was up to 8.8 today so I am hoping to reschedule the stent replacement for early next week. AND...two weeks from today we will be winging our way to Alaska!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8682594-252403221229655955?l=toodevine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toodevine.blogspot.com/feeds/252403221229655955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8682594&amp;postID=252403221229655955&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8682594/posts/default/252403221229655955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8682594/posts/default/252403221229655955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toodevine.blogspot.com/2008/05/enjoying-what-we-can.html' title='Enjoying What We Can'/><author><name>Jody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02002996143029207369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v616/jesr621/Jody.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8682594.post-442933019340746853</id><published>2008-05-13T22:41:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T22:53:28.821-04:00</updated><title type='text'>How Low Can He Go?</title><content type='html'>Gerry was scheduled for a procedure today. He was having the stent in his ureter replaced. Ordinarily it would be changed after 3 - 5 months, but the scans in April showed that it needed correcting. There is a slight blockage and since we are (hopefully) going on our trip at the end of the month, it seemed reasonable to do the procedure now. He had a transfusion on Friday and again on Monday - one unit of red blood cells each day. Last Monday his hemoglobin was 6.3 (normal for a man is 14 - 18) and his hematocrit was low, too - 18.9 (normal is 42 - 52)...Friday his hemoglobin was 5.5, which is why his dr. ordered the two transfusions. I left him at ambulatory surgery today at noon. He called me around 2 - he was in a bed with an IV but they had not taken him yet. I went over. They had taken blood and found that his hemoglobin was still low...6.2 and his HCT was 18.2. The anesthesiologist and dr felt that it was too dangerous to do the surgery. They were going to give him general anesthesia. For a surgery that was not an emergency, it was not worth the risk. The dr. said that if they get his HGB over 8 by next week they can do the procedure. Tomorrow we have an appointment with the oncologist and we know that Gerry will have to have another transfusion. I hope it helps. I know that he is bleeding inside, even if it is slight (his urine is slightly brown/orange which indicates bleeding). While the bleeding CAN be from the stent, his TX dr. told me in February that as things start to deteriorate within him, we might see...blood in the urine. So we came home and Gerry, totally exhausted, slept! Tonight he felt better so we took a drive (5 minutes) to the beach and sat on chairs in the sand while he had half a cigar. We came home and I sat with him in the backyard while he had the other half. I think he really appreciated my joining him - something I rarely do. It was nice and relaxing for me, too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8682594-442933019340746853?l=toodevine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toodevine.blogspot.com/feeds/442933019340746853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8682594&amp;postID=442933019340746853&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8682594/posts/default/442933019340746853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8682594/posts/default/442933019340746853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toodevine.blogspot.com/2008/05/how-low-can-he-go.html' title='How Low Can He Go?'/><author><name>Jody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02002996143029207369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v616/jesr621/Jody.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8682594.post-800211163663672809</id><published>2008-05-13T22:32:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T22:41:23.582-04:00</updated><title type='text'>For Avi</title><content type='html'>Since I have a new sewing machine... I want to SEW!! I have not found a pattern for myself that I want to make so I decided to make something for...yup...AVI! I am going to make a pair of scrubs but with short pants. The smallest is a size 2 - so he can grow into them. I found this cute fabric at JoAnn's Fabric Store. Avi LOVES trucks, firetrucks...most vehicles...so this was very appropriate:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SCpQP1LR4DI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/TT6NMVYt9AE/s1600-h/IMG_2854.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SCpQP1LR4DI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/TT6NMVYt9AE/s320/IMG_2854.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200056952655306802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SCpQQlLR4EI/AAAAAAAAAcY/Qjh2aSCX8bs/s1600-h/IMG_2855.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SCpQQlLR4EI/AAAAAAAAAcY/Qjh2aSCX8bs/s320/IMG_2855.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200056965540208706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My son-in-law Phil is very handy. He is making a bed for Avi's dolly. I wanted to contribute so I decided to make the blanket and mattress. I haven't gotten to the mattress yet but here is the blanket. It's folded in half - it has knots on all four sides:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SCpPvlLR4CI/AAAAAAAAAcI/NHU52zDmy60/s1600-h/IMG_2852.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SCpPvlLR4CI/AAAAAAAAAcI/NHU52zDmy60/s320/IMG_2852.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200056398604525602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8682594-800211163663672809?l=toodevine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toodevine.blogspot.com/feeds/800211163663672809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8682594&amp;postID=800211163663672809&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8682594/posts/default/800211163663672809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8682594/posts/default/800211163663672809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toodevine.blogspot.com/2008/05/for-avi.html' title='For Avi'/><author><name>Jody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02002996143029207369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v616/jesr621/Jody.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SCpQP1LR4DI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/TT6NMVYt9AE/s72-c/IMG_2854.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8682594.post-15746997675452100</id><published>2008-05-10T22:43:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T22:53:16.516-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Back In The Saddle Again</title><content type='html'>I finally decided to use my new sewing machine to make something beside the curtain in my cottage kitchen. Alison sent me a pattern for a little girl's sundress. I bought fabric at JoAnn's, cut it out and pinned it last night. This afternoon I put it together. It took longer than it should have as I am still learning my machine. I LOVED the automatic buttonhole maker and being able to sew the buttons on by machine. My good friend Cheryl is going to be a grandma for the 6th time, in July, to a girl. That's who this sundress is for. It is reversible, although the buttons are only on one side. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SCZeElQyUxI/AAAAAAAAAbw/fQk_b4SS4AI/s1600-h/IMG_2849.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SCZeElQyUxI/AAAAAAAAAbw/fQk_b4SS4AI/s320/IMG_2849.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198946252660822802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is reversible, although the buttons are only on one side. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SCZeE1QyUyI/AAAAAAAAAb4/EyGecsvS32I/s1600-h/IMG_2850.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SCZeE1QyUyI/AAAAAAAAAb4/EyGecsvS32I/s320/IMG_2850.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198946256955790114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sewed a label "Made With Tender Loving Care By..." into the bloomers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SCZeFVQyUzI/AAAAAAAAAcA/f1FKr5AWtJs/s1600-h/IMG_2851.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SCZeFVQyUzI/AAAAAAAAAcA/f1FKr5AWtJs/s320/IMG_2851.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198946265545724722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the first attempt in many, many years, but it felt good to be making a sewn garment again. Now I want to look for a pattern for a knit sundress, for me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8682594-15746997675452100?l=toodevine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toodevine.blogspot.com/feeds/15746997675452100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8682594&amp;postID=15746997675452100&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8682594/posts/default/15746997675452100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8682594/posts/default/15746997675452100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toodevine.blogspot.com/2008/05/back-in-saddle-again.html' title='Back In The Saddle Again'/><author><name>Jody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02002996143029207369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v616/jesr621/Jody.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SCZeElQyUxI/AAAAAAAAAbw/fQk_b4SS4AI/s72-c/IMG_2849.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8682594.post-9735564011404762</id><published>2008-05-10T22:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T22:39:59.271-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The "Low-Down"</title><content type='html'>Gerry is doing pretty well.  He is tired most often but tries to do things when he can - he's GREAT at starting the laundry (though with me home he forgets to finish it). Last week he played in a charity golf tournament with his friends - played 18 holes - and they took second place. We went to the dr yesterday and Gerry's hemoglobin was REALLY low...5.5 - so, in he went for a transfusion...and the dr said "No more playing golf for awhile!" It's not that the golf caused the low number, but we want to build Gerry up so he can go and enjoy our trip to Alaska in three weeks, so he has been told to rest as much as he can. He will have another transfusion on Monday (they only gave him one bag of red blood cells yesterday and he needed more). There will probably be one or two more transfusions to come before the trip. Tuesday he is having the stent in his ureter (tube to his kidney) replaced. Friday he is having a port put in because his veins are lousy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gerry's spirits are ok - we just don't discuss cancer or what will come. We live each day as it comes and look forward to doing whatever nice things we can do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8682594-9735564011404762?l=toodevine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toodevine.blogspot.com/feeds/9735564011404762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8682594&amp;postID=9735564011404762&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8682594/posts/default/9735564011404762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8682594/posts/default/9735564011404762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toodevine.blogspot.com/2008/05/low-down.html' title='The &quot;Low-Down&quot;'/><author><name>Jody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02002996143029207369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v616/jesr621/Jody.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8682594.post-1677655202682461318</id><published>2008-05-05T22:41:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T22:49:08.648-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes You Just Have to Say...OK!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Knowing that his time is limited, Gerry decided to make it Hanukkah in May...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SB_GFPRpESI/AAAAAAAAAbY/A8TG68JCfZg/s1600-h/IMG_2831.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="text-decoration: underline;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SB_GFPRpESI/AAAAAAAAAbY/A8TG68JCfZg/s320/IMG_2831.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197090288311013666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These are the goodies that Papa Gerry (and some from Grandma Jody) bought to spoil Avi when he visits at the end of May (Papa Gerry says he's not done shopping yet).&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SB_GFfRpETI/AAAAAAAAAbg/JsyVzXDKOyA/s1600-h/IMG_2776.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SB_GFfRpETI/AAAAAAAAAbg/JsyVzXDKOyA/s320/IMG_2776.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197090292605980978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is Avi who Papa (and Grandma) love with all their heart, who gives them love and  joy and laughter, and lights up Papa's life (and Grandma's, too).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SB_GGfRpEUI/AAAAAAAAAbo/OtwpukI2OCI/s1600-h/IMG_2774.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="text-decoration: underline;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SB_GGfRpEUI/AAAAAAAAAbo/OtwpukI2OCI/s320/IMG_2774.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197090309785850178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you have a grandson like this... you want to show him off to the world... just as I am doing now!!! Isn't he the greatest??!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8682594-1677655202682461318?l=toodevine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toodevine.blogspot.com/feeds/1677655202682461318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8682594&amp;postID=1677655202682461318&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8682594/posts/default/1677655202682461318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8682594/posts/default/1677655202682461318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toodevine.blogspot.com/2008/05/sometimes-you-just-have-to-sayok.html' title='Sometimes You Just Have to Say...OK!'/><author><name>Jody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02002996143029207369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v616/jesr621/Jody.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SB_GFPRpESI/AAAAAAAAAbY/A8TG68JCfZg/s72-c/IMG_2831.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8682594.post-7776437371333492451</id><published>2008-05-04T20:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T22:40:56.241-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'VE STILL GOT IT!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Ah, nothing exciting. I just sewed on my new sewing machine. I used to be a terrific sewer, had a &lt;a href="http://www.singer.com/index_flash.html"&gt;Singer&lt;/a&gt; and  &lt;a href="http://www.berninausa.com/"&gt;Bernina&lt;/a&gt; sewing machines, made clothing for everyone. But that was YEARS ago. Watching &lt;a href="http://www.peainapod.blogspot.com/"&gt;Alison&lt;/a&gt;, however, gave me the initiative to do it once again. So Gerry bought me a &lt;a href="http://www.costco.com/Browse/Product.aspx?Prodid=11222787&amp;amp;whse=BC&amp;amp;topnav=&amp;amp;browse=&amp;amp;lang=en-US&amp;amp;s=1"&gt;Brother&lt;/a&gt; sewing machine from &lt;a href="http://www.costco.com/"&gt;Costco&lt;/a&gt; a few weeks back (you have to order it online). I went to &lt;a href="http://www.joann.com/"&gt;JoAnn's&lt;/a&gt; Fabrics and bought some Gutterman thread and other accessories. I made a little rod pocket curtain to hide the hot water heater in the cottage kitchen. I would post the picture but this blogger site is giving me trouble. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I bought fabric to make a little sundress - Alison sent me the pattern - for my friend Cheryl's coming granddaughter. I made dresses for Cheryl's first daughter Desiree, who is now a mommy to 4 children! I hope to start on that this coming week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8682594-7776437371333492451?l=toodevine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toodevine.blogspot.com/feeds/7776437371333492451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8682594&amp;postID=7776437371333492451&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8682594/posts/default/7776437371333492451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8682594/posts/default/7776437371333492451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toodevine.blogspot.com/2008/05/ive-still-got-it.html' title='I&apos;VE STILL GOT IT!'/><author><name>Jody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02002996143029207369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v616/jesr621/Jody.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8682594.post-2693344016471301927</id><published>2008-05-03T17:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T22:27:16.501-04:00</updated><title type='text'>He's Still Got It</title><content type='html'>Today Gerry played in a charity golf tournament with two of his very close friends (and a fourth). They had a ball AND they came in second! His game wasn't great but he got out there and had fun. But oh, he is SO wiped out!! Worth every second of it!! It was good for his friends as well. This is so hard on them - being with him and seeing him have fun eases the situation for them somewhat!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8682594-2693344016471301927?l=toodevine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toodevine.blogspot.com/feeds/2693344016471301927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8682594&amp;postID=2693344016471301927&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8682594/posts/default/2693344016471301927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8682594/posts/default/2693344016471301927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toodevine.blogspot.com/2008/05/hes-still-got-it.html' title='He&apos;s Still Got It'/><author><name>Jody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02002996143029207369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v616/jesr621/Jody.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8682594.post-5386211764564192348</id><published>2008-05-02T23:16:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T22:24:47.257-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It Finally Sunk In!!</title><content type='html'>It's amazing how the mind works at times. Last week the doctor told Gerry that he had 3 months to live, explaining that there really wasn't more they could do in the way of treatment. Gerry had told Dr. K about a trial that Dr. M in Florida told him about, that was being done in Miami. Dr. K asked that I call his nurse with the phone number and said he would check it out. Today, he called us. He said that he spoke with the doctor in charge of the trial, which has not started yet, and that Gerry is not a candidate for it. He is also not a candidate for any other trials or treatments, that all they can do is make him comfortable. Once again, he suggested that we call Hospice. He was very apologetic. No need for that.... this man, in over 2 years, has been wonderful to Gerry and myself, and we feel that he did all he could to try and stop/shrink the melanoma inside Gerry.  When I got off the phone I told Gerry what was said.... and, he finally "got it!" He said, "I have been given a death sentence," to which I agreed. "What do I do now?" he asked me. I told him, "You live every day as well as you can." For the first time, we sat and had a good talk about the situation. I told Gerry that in the coming weeks we will have to discuss things... final arrangements, the time before... does he want to be at home or in the hospice setting? He said he will give both some thought, but I believe that he wants to be home till the end - and that's fine with me!&lt;div&gt;     Tonight he was in a pretty good mood. We picked up some cigars on the Avenue (I told him that he shouldn't smoke them... in 20 years, they could give him cancer! - he laughed), we sat on the beach while he smoked a small cigar, then went to have ice cream at &lt;a href="http://www.kilwins.com"&gt;Kilwin's&lt;/a&gt;. In spite of this afternoon, it was a really nice night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8682594-5386211764564192348?l=toodevine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toodevine.blogspot.com/feeds/5386211764564192348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8682594&amp;postID=5386211764564192348&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8682594/posts/default/5386211764564192348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8682594/posts/default/5386211764564192348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toodevine.blogspot.com/2008/05/it-finally-sunk-in.html' title='It Finally Sunk In!!'/><author><name>Jody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02002996143029207369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v616/jesr621/Jody.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8682594.post-8511770030724062541</id><published>2008-05-01T22:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T22:16:24.902-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Time Off!</title><content type='html'>I took another leave from work, this time for 5 weeks - taking me through to the end of the school term. I hate leaving the students, but they have Ms. B again for a sub and she's very good. I got all my ducks in a row, put in my grades, filed my papers, set up for the sub - an exhausting 3 days.  I really need to help Gerry out at home, and I want to spend time with him. He was so happy when I told him that I was doing this. My principal was totally supportive - she even told me that next year she wants me to  be in charge of training the staff on using podcasts (of course I have to learn more about it myself but I am up to the challenge). I started today!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8682594-8511770030724062541?l=toodevine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toodevine.blogspot.com/feeds/8511770030724062541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8682594&amp;postID=8511770030724062541&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8682594/posts/default/8511770030724062541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8682594/posts/default/8511770030724062541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toodevine.blogspot.com/2008/05/time-off.html' title='Time Off!'/><author><name>Jody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02002996143029207369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v616/jesr621/Jody.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8682594.post-685815344655932647</id><published>2008-04-30T22:02:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T22:06:19.941-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Time to Get a New Blogger!</title><content type='html'>This is SOOOO wacky!! I used to be able to write on MS Word and then copy and paste it into the window of Blogger for my post. And I used to be able to write my entire post and then insert pix. Now the pix only go to the top of the post and I can't move them around. I HATE that!!! I will have to ask &lt;a href="http://www.peainapod.blogspot.com"&gt;Alison&lt;/a&gt;, who has the same computer as I do. She's my blogger guru.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8682594-685815344655932647?l=toodevine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toodevine.blogspot.com/feeds/685815344655932647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8682594&amp;postID=685815344655932647&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8682594/posts/default/685815344655932647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8682594/posts/default/685815344655932647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toodevine.blogspot.com/2008/04/time-to-get-new-blogger.html' title='Time to Get a New Blogger!'/><author><name>Jody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02002996143029207369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v616/jesr621/Jody.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8682594.post-1302847071402571120</id><published>2008-04-28T07:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T22:12:09.089-04:00</updated><title type='text'>We Had Special Visitors</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Gerry's older brother Pat and his wife Carol have not been further from their Staten Island home than PA (except for when Pat was in Korea, in the 1950's). Gerry had often offered to send them airline tix to get them to come down, but to no avail. However, Pat and Carol's son Roddy (with his girlfriend Erica) decided to rent an RV and drive down to Florida. They spent a few days in Orlando at the theme parks, then drove down to Delray Beach to spend two days/one night with us. They were the first guests to stay in our cottage since we refurbished it. We had a wonderful visit Saturday to Sunday. Gerry was tired on and off,  but he did get some good time in with them. I was thrilled that Pat and Gerry got to spend a little time together. Gerry said, as they left, that he wanted to go up north in a few weeks to see them again...I doubt that it will happen. so this might be the last time that they get to see Gerry. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SB-9J_RpEQI/AAAAAAAAAbI/D9SKseQVIZI/s1600-h/IMG_2825.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="text-decoration: underline;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SB-9J_RpEQI/AAAAAAAAAbI/D9SKseQVIZI/s320/IMG_2825.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197080474310742274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8682594-1302847071402571120?l=toodevine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toodevine.blogspot.com/feeds/1302847071402571120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8682594&amp;postID=1302847071402571120&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8682594/posts/default/1302847071402571120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8682594/posts/default/1302847071402571120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toodevine.blogspot.com/2008/04/we-had-special-visitors.html' title='We Had Special Visitors'/><author><name>Jody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02002996143029207369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v616/jesr621/Jody.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SB-9J_RpEQI/AAAAAAAAAbI/D9SKseQVIZI/s72-c/IMG_2825.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8682594.post-8491922287675806236</id><published>2008-04-25T21:56:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T22:05:02.746-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Not So Good News</title><content type='html'>We flew to TX on Tuesday night. Gerry had his scans on Wednesday and we just rested for the remainder of that day, we were both exhausted. Thursday morning was his appointment with Dr. Kim. It was a very disheartening visit. The doctor told Gerry that just about all of his tumors grew by at least 50%, the worst being in his abdomen. He brought up the scan pictures from the previous time and compared them to the scans from Wednesday. We could clearly see how much the tumors had increased. Dr. Kim took a lot of time with us, and was explaining to Gerry how aggessive his melanoma was and that it was very resistant to treatment, more than most. Gerry then asked the all important question, "How much time do I have left?" to which the doctor responded..."3 months." Gerry was so unprepared for that answer but he didn't flinch much. He said, "Oh...then I guess we should be looking into Hospice." The doctor told him that it was a good idea since they help with pain management, equipment, emotional support and more. Gerry really thought the dr. was going to come back with "6 months." When the doctor left, Gerry got dressed and went to the bathroom. I was waiting outside of the room when the dr. came over to me and told me that he was so sorry, but that there was nothing they could do for Gerry anymore except keep him comfortable. I knew this and told the doctor so. When Gerry came out he said goodbye to the doctor and started to leave, then returned and looked for Maura, the physician assistant, and said goodbye to her (this was the first time that she didn't come into the room at all). When Gerry and I said goodbye and hugged her, she cried.&lt;div&gt;     I know that hearing this was so hard for Gerry. It was hard for me too, but I knew it was coming and so I was prepared. Gerry has tried to live in denial, to get him through all this. Suddenly, reality hit him like a ton of bricks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8682594-8491922287675806236?l=toodevine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toodevine.blogspot.com/feeds/8491922287675806236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8682594&amp;postID=8491922287675806236&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8682594/posts/default/8491922287675806236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8682594/posts/default/8491922287675806236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toodevine.blogspot.com/2008/04/not-so-good-news.html' title='Not So Good News'/><author><name>Jody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02002996143029207369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v616/jesr621/Jody.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8682594.post-4339116166376063000</id><published>2008-04-14T15:19:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T21:54:58.471-04:00</updated><title type='text'>AH...AVI!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SBkfXfRpEKI/AAAAAAAAAaY/fSdYuBeou4I/s1600-h/IMG_2492.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SBkfXfRpEKI/AAAAAAAAAaY/fSdYuBeou4I/s320/IMG_2492.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195218133541523618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gerry had a burning desire to see Avi, along with &lt;a href="http://www.peainapod.blogspot.com/"&gt;Alison&lt;/a&gt; and Michael, so we flew up this past weekend. It was a great visit, although Gerry got more and more tired each day. Avi is not just walking...he's running!!! He is so cute and so smart. I brought a set of picture dominoes. With all of them spread on the floor, I picked up one and showed him a heart. I then asked him to find another one with a heart...and he did. He did it each time I asked him to find a particular one. He knows so many animals and makes all the sounds. He is great with signing and can get his point across easily. When I ask him something he either shakes his head NO or says "Yes!" or "Uh-HUH!" He calls me Nenna right now...but I still use the term Grandma cause I don't want to be Nana. And he constantly calls for "Papa!!" meaning, Papa Gerry.&lt;div&gt;Friday we went to lunch and then Alison, Gerry, Avi and I went to the park. It was so much fun to watch Avi having fun and to play with him. He was fantastic at running while kicking his soccer ball around the area, throwing his baseball to Gerry, and going on the slides.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What also amazes is that Avi is more than 75% potty trained. Of course, being 17 months old he still uses the diaper, but during the day he almost always tells when he has to go on the potty...and he does. That's my boy!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8682594-4339116166376063000?l=toodevine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toodevine.blogspot.com/feeds/4339116166376063000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8682594&amp;postID=4339116166376063000&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8682594/posts/default/4339116166376063000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8682594/posts/default/4339116166376063000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toodevine.blogspot.com/2008/04/ahavi.html' title='AH...AVI!!!!'/><author><name>Jody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02002996143029207369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v616/jesr621/Jody.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/SBkfXfRpEKI/AAAAAAAAAaY/fSdYuBeou4I/s72-c/IMG_2492.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8682594.post-6679253660392854398</id><published>2008-04-10T16:55:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T21:19:42.853-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Remember Me?</title><content type='html'>Sorry that it's been a long time since my last postings. I did try to write, copy and paste here but it wouldn't work now....maybe because I am now using an iMac instead of my old HP and something is different in the format. Who knows? Anyway....&lt;div&gt;Ok - so I got a new computer...an iMac desktop. It's great!!! I love the built in camera - I first saw Avi walk via the video b/t our computers. Unfortunately, now &lt;a href="http://www.peainapod.blogspot.com/"&gt;Alison&lt;/a&gt;'s doesn't work so I have to wait until she can get it fixed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will post more, I promise!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8682594-6679253660392854398?l=toodevine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toodevine.blogspot.com/feeds/6679253660392854398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8682594&amp;postID=6679253660392854398&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8682594/posts/default/6679253660392854398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8682594/posts/default/6679253660392854398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toodevine.blogspot.com/2008/04/sorry-that-its-been-long-time-since-my.html' title='Remember Me?'/><author><name>Jody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02002996143029207369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v616/jesr621/Jody.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8682594.post-8516483075864284900</id><published>2008-04-08T21:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T21:18:58.489-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It Didn't Work...AGAIN!</title><content type='html'>Gerry was having more pain than usual so his FL oncologist, Dr. M sent him for a CT scan on April 4th. The results were that he has no obstructions but it showed an 11 x 5 cm mass on the left side of his abdomen....meaning....the last chemo treatments did not work!! We are looking forward to going to TX in a few weeks to see Dr. K and see what his scans show.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8682594-8516483075864284900?l=toodevine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toodevine.blogspot.com/feeds/8516483075864284900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8682594&amp;postID=8516483075864284900&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8682594/posts/default/8516483075864284900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8682594/posts/default/8516483075864284900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toodevine.blogspot.com/2008/04/it-didnt-workagain.html' title='It Didn&apos;t Work...AGAIN!'/><author><name>Jody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02002996143029207369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v616/jesr621/Jody.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8682594.post-4142790792634602527</id><published>2008-04-07T23:13:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T23:17:17.435-04:00</updated><title type='text'>How Dashing!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Gerry's head gets cold, but when he puts on his "chemo caps" he often sweats. So we made a new coverup - not really new in this world, but new for Gerry. I think he looks cute:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/R_rjIp2gyCI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/cLXJKP8Rn_U/s1600-h/IMG_2490.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/R_rjIp2gyCI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/cLXJKP8Rn_U/s320/IMG_2490.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186707658683500578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8682594-4142790792634602527?l=toodevine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toodevine.blogspot.com/feeds/4142790792634602527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8682594&amp;postID=4142790792634602527&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8682594/posts/default/4142790792634602527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8682594/posts/default/4142790792634602527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toodevine.blogspot.com/2008/04/how-dashing.html' title='How Dashing!'/><author><name>Jody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02002996143029207369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v616/jesr621/Jody.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/R_rjIp2gyCI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/cLXJKP8Rn_U/s72-c/IMG_2490.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8682594.post-6083659451882429889</id><published>2008-04-07T18:50:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T18:56:24.517-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Day</title><content type='html'>So - Saturday my man got his fluids and I went to Loew's. I returned, he was done and napping, and feeling good I did more work in the cottage bathroom. I painted the baseboards and window trim and most of the cabinet under the sink. I took out the medicine cabinet and went to put in the new one that measured the same as the old one. Well...the MIRROR measured the same but on the old one the part that sits in the wall was smaller. So I will take the new one back, get an el cheapo one and make a wood frame that I can paint white, for the edges of the mirror. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunday Billie and Eddie came by. After doing some more work on the cabinet Billie and I went to do a little shopping....and really, she wanted to get me out and lend an ear. She knows Gerry since he's a young man so she understands him, his personality, and his feelings. She is very supportive of me, too, and understands what I am going through.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We came back and Gerry was napping, so Billie, Eddie and I ordered some Chinese food for dinner. When they left, Gerry woke and had some left over pasta. These days he LOVES my pasta!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8682594-6083659451882429889?l=toodevine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toodevine.blogspot.com/feeds/6083659451882429889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8682594&amp;postID=6083659451882429889&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8682594/posts/default/6083659451882429889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8682594/posts/default/6083659451882429889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toodevine.blogspot.com/2008/04/another-day.html' title='Another Day'/><author><name>Jody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02002996143029207369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v616/jesr621/Jody.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8682594.post-6681222923951196661</id><published>2008-04-06T18:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T23:08:58.027-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Dog's Days are Numbered (well, here, anyway)...</title><content type='html'>We love, love, love our four dogs. They are our babies. But lately it's been difficult dealing with them. Small dogs are barkers, and these are no exception. Blue lately has been barking at everything that moves outside. Oh, there are long periods of time when he is quiet and sleeps but when he lets loose it's so annoying. Orange follows suit, and Rusty with his deep bark is a close third. With Gerry not feeling well it's been quite difficult for him to cope. I feel fine and even I have issues with the barking. I couldn't believe it when Gerry suggested last week that we find a home for Blue. I told him that Blue is half of a set...Orange goes where Blue goes. But at that time Gerry said, "well, let's wait a week cause if I feel better I will not want to send them away." Then this morning he said that he REALLY thinks we need to find homes for them...and Rusty (oh, he ADORES Rusty). We know that our dear friends J&amp;amp;M would probably want to take Rusty - they love dacshunds and have two of their own, but one is having serious health issues right now. I asked Gerry is he was sure and he said yes. So I called my daughter &lt;a href="http://peainapod.blogspot.com"&gt;Alison&lt;/a&gt;, the original Mommy of Blue and Orange. She and I agreed that we wanted good homes for them, so she offered to help, and possibly her friend would take them. Of course, upon hearing this, Gerry changed his mind and got very angry with me. But I am a realistic person. As he gets sicker, there is no way he OR I can cope with 4 little dogs. Even going away this weekend, to see &lt;a href="http://peainapod.blogspot.com"&gt;Avi&lt;/a&gt;, would be impossible if we couldn't get a sitter. With me working, leaving the house at 6:45 AM and returning most days around 5 doesn't help matters. I am hoping and praying that &lt;a href="http://peainapod.blogspot.com"&gt;Alison&lt;/a&gt;'s friend takes Orange and Blue. Then we can bring them with us when we fly up there. It will be easier with Rusty and Tiemann, and once we can adopt-out Rusty, having Tiemann will be a piece of cake as he is 12 yrs old and no problem (except when he barks to get in because he refuses to enter if Orange and Blue are near the doggie door). I know that giving up our boys will be torture to us both - I might have to go through severe therapy. And keeping Tiemann - at least one of the boys - would be good for Gerry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8682594-6681222923951196661?l=toodevine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toodevine.blogspot.com/feeds/6681222923951196661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8682594&amp;postID=6681222923951196661&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8682594/posts/default/6681222923951196661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8682594/posts/default/6681222923951196661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toodevine.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-dogs-days-are-numbered-well-here.html' title='My Dog&apos;s Days are Numbered (well, here, anyway)...'/><author><name>Jody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02002996143029207369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v616/jesr621/Jody.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8682594.post-2863575825728228800</id><published>2008-04-04T21:35:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T18:50:29.433-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Who Got a BREAK???</title><content type='html'>I got up early and took Orange and Blue to the vet by 7:30 AM for dental work. Then I worked out at Curves, took Gerry to the dr for his fluids, came home and painted the cottage bathroom (and does my body hurt today!), picked up Gerry, picked up the dogs (and every damn day I have been to either Publix, Walgreen's or both). I was on an all liquid diet yesterday in prep for the colonoscopy today (and the crap you have to drink...phosphate soda...is HORRIBLE - I had to drink it at 6 PM yesterday and 5 AM this morning). THen...the test. That was a cinch. I was supposed to come home and REST but I was cheated out of that! Gerry got a call from his dr to get a CT scan of his abdomen/pelvis STAT (they thought he might have a blockage cause his abdominal pain...HEELLLOOO!!! He has TUMORS!!!). So we stopped at the hospital to register and get his prep, came home so I could finally eat a little. Then back to get the scans, on to PUBLIX and WALGREEN'S. Feeling lousy, I still made dinner (which actually helped me feel better - eating, not cooking). Tomorrow he gets MORE fluids at home. His brother Eddie and wife Billie might visit, and I hope to run to Loew's and do  more painting in the cottage if I feel ok.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8682594-2863575825728228800?l=toodevine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toodevine.blogspot.com/feeds/2863575825728228800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8682594&amp;postID=2863575825728228800&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8682594/posts/default/2863575825728228800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8682594/posts/default/2863575825728228800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toodevine.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-got-up-early-and-took-orange-and-blue.html' title='Who Got a BREAK???'/><author><name>Jody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02002996143029207369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v616/jesr621/Jody.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8682594.post-5566296844189029463</id><published>2008-04-02T17:07:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T17:26:38.494-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Thing It's Spring Break!</title><content type='html'>If it wasn't, I would have had to take off this week cause oh, what a few days its been!&lt;div&gt;Saturday we had a home health nurse here to give Gerry fluids via IV. She was really sweet - but when she tried to put the IV tube into the port in Gerry's arm she couldn't figure out how to get it to go in. She tried to start a new line but while she got it in, the vein kept rolling and so it wouldn't work. Finally, Gerry was the one who showed her how to hook up into the original line (he SHOULD know since he watches them do it all the time). Once she got the line in, the 1000cc of saline should have taken 2 1/2 - 3 hours to complete. After that time only 100cc had gotten in. The nurse said that because the catheter was the smallest one they have, there wasn't enough "pull" by Gerry's veins to help the fluid go in, and the set-up didn't have a pump, just a drip. Gerry was PO'd, to say the least, but he held his temper (which in itself was amazing). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had picked up Mom earlier, thinking we would go shopping while he was hydrating. Good thing I stayed home! After the IV was stopped, the three of us went to the Yankee/Marlin exhibition game. The escalator was broken, and we had asked for wheelchair assistance, but Mr. Impatient insisted on walking up the ramp (we didn't know that there was an elevator REALLY close by). Gerry made it to the top of the ramp, only to find out he had to walk up ANOTHER ramp! Once seated, he was fine. We enjoyed the game, although he was so tired, and left in the middle of the 7th inning (since the Yankees were losing). We found out the next day that they rallied and won in the 9th inning - GO YANKEES!! When we got home a man from the medical supply company pulled up behind us with the much needed pump.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunday another nurse came and got the pump going. This time Gerry got the full 1000cc of fluid. But as the day went on, he got worse. He had no appetite, not even for water or Gator Ade. He had stomach pains, nausea, tons of gas (boy, can that man belch), and was sweating profusely. We got almost no sleep that night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Monday we went to the doctor's office. Gerry was given two  bags of fluid. While he was there I got in some errands. Once we got home he wanted me here full time because he wasn't able to move too quickly, bend down or do other things for himself. Of course, we didn't go to the Mets/Marlins opening game. My good friend Lily's hubby Pete bought the tix and went with their son Jason. I felt good that at least someone we think the world of was able to enjoy the game in our place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tuesday it was back to the dr. for more fluids. Once again I sold the tix to Pete so I had to drive down to their house to deliver them. A little shopping with/for Mom and then I went back to get Gerry. He was a bit better that night, but because his blood levels, especially hemoglobin were so low (8.0) they ordered a transfusion for him for Wednesday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Which brings us to today. Gerry had the transfusion today. I took that time to go to Curves to workout, pick up food to make a "real" dinner at Publix, and make some important phone calls. The best, though, was that I caught &lt;a href="http://www.peainapod.blogspot.com"&gt;Alison&lt;/a&gt; online and got to have a video chat with &lt;a href="http://www.peainapod.blogspot.com"&gt;Avi&lt;/a&gt;. That made my day, for sure!!! We talked, sang, and listened to &lt;a href="http://www.peainapod.blogspot.com"&gt;Alison&lt;/a&gt; read a story.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gerry still has a stomach ache and is exhausted, so he sleeps as much as he can. Tomorrow it's back to the dr's office for more fluids. The nurse practitioner said that all this is from the chemo, plus she thinks he has a urinary infection (there may have been blood in his urine, which they sent away for more testing). For that, he was given a strong antibiotic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I REALLY wanted to start painting the bathroom in our cottage. For now, it will have to wait.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8682594-5566296844189029463?l=toodevine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toodevine.blogspot.com/feeds/5566296844189029463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8682594&amp;postID=5566296844189029463&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8682594/posts/default/5566296844189029463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8682594/posts/default/5566296844189029463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toodevine.blogspot.com/2008/04/good-thing-its-spring-break.html' title='Good Thing It&apos;s Spring Break!'/><author><name>Jody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02002996143029207369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v616/jesr621/Jody.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8682594.post-592574516361770578</id><published>2008-03-28T23:29:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T23:37:34.634-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Part Four....Round Two....Done! (Almost)</title><content type='html'>Today Gerry had his last chemo treatment (for this, his fourth kind of chemo). He got it through IV Monday through yesterday (Thursday) along with lots of IV fluids. Today he just got the fluids. Tomorrow we have a home health nurse coming over to give him MORE fluids through his IV catheter, to hopefully help him NOT get sick as he did after the first round of this treatment. On a good note....his hemoglobin went up from 7.4 to 9.2. On the other hand, he gained 10 lbs (better appetite, drinking Gatorade and orange Crush soda) so now is blood pressure is high and he is back on BP meds. On the other hand....exhausted as he was, we went to the Yankee/Marlin exhibition baseball game tonight. This, and the tix for tomorrow's game (taking Mom along with us) were Gerry's  birthday present from me. I was so glad that he was able to go. We left after the top of the 7th inning - he was really tired. I was too, so I didn't mind leaving - and they lost anyway, 5 to 3. Hopefully he'll feel up to going to tomorrow's game, otherwise just Mom and I will go. On Monday we have two tix to the Mets/Marlins game (the Marlin's opening game of the season) and on Tuesday Gerry is taking his friend John.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have off of work this week...YEA! It was planning day today so I went in and did work in my room. I still brought some home to do over the vacation...report cards, attendance records, etc, but at least I don't have to talk to anyone under 4 feet if I don't want to (and right now, other than Avi, I don't!).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8682594-592574516361770578?l=toodevine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toodevine.blogspot.com/feeds/592574516361770578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8682594&amp;postID=592574516361770578&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8682594/posts/default/592574516361770578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8682594/posts/default/592574516361770578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toodevine.blogspot.com/2008/03/part-fourround-twodone-almost.html' title='Part Four....Round Two....Done! (Almost)'/><author><name>Jody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02002996143029207369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v616/jesr621/Jody.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8682594.post-4723229256454881454</id><published>2008-03-28T23:20:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T23:29:06.321-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I LOVE My New "Toy"</title><content type='html'>My computer has been having small "issues" for the past few months, so....it was time. After hemming and hawing and probably driving &lt;a href="http://www.peainapod.blogspot.com"&gt;Alison&lt;/a&gt; nuts (I did, didn't I &lt;a href="http://www.peainapod.blogspot.com"&gt;Alison&lt;/a&gt;?) I had a phone conference with son-in-law Michael and decided to get an iMac desktop computer. I had had trouble decided between a laptop and a desktop, so Michael went over the pros and cons with me and  helped me work out a desktop that was right for me (thanks, Mike). I bought it last Saturday, and the very next day it proved to be worth every cent that it cost me (and believe me, it wasn't cheap). &lt;a href="http://www.peainapod.blogspot.com"&gt;Alison&lt;/a&gt; sat in front of HER iMac with Avi...and we chatted. Avi saw Gerry and said, "Papa!" and when I asked, pointing to myself, who I was, he said, "Mama" (that's grandma) and waved. He was so cute. We sang a song, read a book, and then....and then....&lt;a href="http://www.peainapod.blogspot.com"&gt;Alison&lt;/a&gt; put him own and I FINALLY saw him walk...oh, he walks like a champ! Tomorrow my mom will be here and we'll try to hook up with them again so she can talk to Avi face to face. I love the built in camera with microphone. &lt;a href="http://www.peainapod.blogspot.com"&gt;Alison&lt;/a&gt; and I video chat, and she is able to show me things she is sewing, fabric she uses, etc, and I have shown her things that I got to Avi. Oh....yes...the computer is great for other things too...pictures, word processing, and more...but at the moment, who cares, when I can be video chatting with &lt;a href="http://www.peainapod.blogspot.com"&gt;Alison&lt;/a&gt; and Avi!!! Becca bought a new laptop with a built in camera too. I can't wait until she sets hers up so we can do the video thing too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8682594-4723229256454881454?l=toodevine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toodevine.blogspot.com/feeds/4723229256454881454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8682594&amp;postID=4723229256454881454&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8682594/posts/default/4723229256454881454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8682594/posts/default/4723229256454881454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toodevine.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-love-my-new-toy.html' title='I LOVE My New &quot;Toy&quot;'/><author><name>Jody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02002996143029207369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v616/jesr621/Jody.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8682594.post-2117579853278597196</id><published>2008-03-13T22:42:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T22:50:00.824-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Tragedy</title><content type='html'>Becca (my youngest child) called today with sad news. A friend of my son Adam was killed on Tuesday while riding his motorcycle. You can read about it &lt;a href="http://www.palmbeachpost.com/south/content/south/epaper/2008/03/12/0312bbfatal.html?cxntlid=inform"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. Mario went to high school with Adam. He was a chubby, adorable, lovable guy. He and Adam would hang out at our house, fiddle with their cars, drink all our soda, and make me laugh. I had not seen him for several years, and then last summer my nephew Steven came for dinner. Afterward he and Adam went to a club that Adam sometimes worked at. Mario came out, gave me a big kiss and literally picked me up to hug me. He had slimmed down , looked great and was doing really well. His death was such a shock to me. That's two young men (the other was my tenant - see below). My heart breaks for this young man and my heart goes out to his parents. After work tomorrow I will go to the funeral home and pay my respects. I know I won't get through it dry-eyed. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;G-d&lt;/span&gt; ...&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;enough already!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8682594-2117579853278597196?l=toodevine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toodevine.blogspot.com/feeds/2117579853278597196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8682594&amp;postID=2117579853278597196&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8682594/posts/default/2117579853278597196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8682594/posts/default/2117579853278597196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toodevine.blogspot.com/2008/03/another-tragedy.html' title='Another Tragedy'/><author><name>Jody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02002996143029207369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v616/jesr621/Jody.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8682594.post-383377397346012086</id><published>2008-03-09T21:45:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T21:52:28.339-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Chemo SUCKS!</title><content type='html'>My heart goes out to Gerry. He had 4 chemo treatments this week, Tuesday - Friday, 5+ hours each. Tomorrow he'll go to see the dr and will have an IV to flush his system. But yesterday he was feeling lousy....and today was worse. He was in bed all day (except this morning when he had coffee and cereal). He hasn't had a thing to eat since then, only cold water. He aches, is weak, gets dizzy, can't handle questions - the poor guy is really beaten down. Then a little while ago he got up and....threw up! At least that made him feel a bit better, but then he went back to bed. He is getting concerned because he just weighed himself and he's down to 186 lbs (when all this started he was up to 212 - overweight, but still a weight loss). Before this chemo started he was about 194, so he has lost 8 lbs in a week.  He still has his belly but his arms, legs and chest are so much thinner. And this is just the beginning! He has to do another 4 days of chemo + one day of flush again in 3 weeks. We are going to Texas for his scans on the 22nd of April. At least in TX we get the results when we see the doctor the very next day. If this treatment doesn't do a thing for him I want to ask the doctor, "How much can you put him through (if it isn't going to work)?" It just hurts seeing him do beaten down. ARRGGGHH!!!! ......thanks for letting me vent!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8682594-383377397346012086?l=toodevine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toodevine.blogspot.com/feeds/383377397346012086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8682594&amp;postID=383377397346012086&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8682594/posts/default/383377397346012086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8682594/posts/default/383377397346012086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toodevine.blogspot.com/2008/03/chemo-sucks.html' title='Chemo SUCKS!'/><author><name>Jody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02002996143029207369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v616/jesr621/Jody.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8682594.post-5587950338160358720</id><published>2008-03-09T08:34:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T08:38:52.980-04:00</updated><title type='text'>He Said My Name!!!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday &lt;a href="http://couldbefun.blogspot.com/"&gt;Alison&lt;/a&gt; called and had me on speaker phone. Here is how the conversation went:&lt;br /&gt;Alison: &lt;a href="http://peainapod.blogspot.com/"&gt;Avi&lt;/a&gt;, Grandma's on the phone.&lt;br /&gt;Avi: PAPA!&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hi, Avi!&lt;br /&gt;Alison: Avi - who lives with Papa?&lt;br /&gt;Avi: MaaMa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEA - he is definitely saying GRANDMA (or his version of it). He calls his mommy Eema, and it sounds more like um-ma, and Alison admitted that Maama is for grandma! Way to go Avi!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8682594-5587950338160358720?l=toodevine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toodevine.blogspot.com/feeds/5587950338160358720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8682594&amp;postID=5587950338160358720&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8682594/posts/default/5587950338160358720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8682594/posts/default/5587950338160358720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toodevine.blogspot.com/2008/03/he-said-my-name.html' title='He Said My Name!!!'/><author><name>Jody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02002996143029207369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v616/jesr621/Jody.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8682594.post-2116537079802593925</id><published>2008-03-08T20:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T08:34:25.090-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Paying Respects</title><content type='html'>Today I visited Stuart's parents who were sitting shiva. Shiva, for those who do not know, is for Jewish people, a period of mourning following a death. I had intended to stop by for about 30 minutes but I ended up staying for 90. His parents are very nice people, as is his older brother , who was here from Virginia. They showed me a DVD that the funeral home had made from  pictures of Stuart. It was so touching to see him from newborn through adulthood, and sad to see him looking so happy in each one when we knew that down inside he was troubled. What was the most difficult, I told his parents, is that I am a mom, and this tragedy makes me think of my own child. Not my girls, but my son. He is doing just fine now and has been for some time. He has a good job and a lovely girlfriend and is living happily (I think) in NYC. I say I think because he is not speaking to me (again) since October, over something truly small and insignificant. But - that's my son! He has his own issues. I have just always worried about him a little more than the girls. For some reason, since he was about 4 years old, I had felt that he would not be around for years to come. I don't feel that strongly about that anymore, but I still worry (hey, all mom's do, don't we?). And having gone through Stuart's death and seeing his parents loss just hits home. They spent many years worrying about him, fearing that something like this would happen. It's a parent's worst nightmare to lose a child. I can stand my son's estrangement (for this is his choice which I have no control over), but as long as he is alive and well, no matter where, I can sleep at night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8682594-2116537079802593925?l=toodevine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toodevine.blogspot.com/feeds/2116537079802593925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8682594&amp;postID=2116537079802593925&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8682594/posts/default/2116537079802593925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8682594/posts/default/2116537079802593925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toodevine.blogspot.com/2008/03/paying-respects.html' title='Paying Respects'/><author><name>Jody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02002996143029207369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v616/jesr621/Jody.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8682594.post-4074754926705411240</id><published>2008-03-06T21:04:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T21:18:38.023-05:00</updated><title type='text'>SURPRISE - but not a good one!</title><content type='html'>As Charles Dickens wrote in &lt;u&gt;A Tale of Two Cities&lt;/u&gt;, "It was the best of times, it was the worst of times." After the wonderful party, we were so tired. I laid on the couch for awhile, unwilling to do a thing. Gerry complained to me that Stuart, our tenant, had left the light on in the cottage (in our backyard that we rent to him) all Friday night into Saturday night and Gerry had a hard time sleeping (it shines right into our bedroom door). I went over and knocked but got no answer. I saw his cat, the A/C was on and his car in the driveway so I figured that he was sleeping in the bedroom. About an hour later I called but go no answer. Exhausted, I went into be around 9:45 PM. Gerry was about to come in too but the light was still bothering him so he went back to complain. He knocked - no answer. He walked around looking into the windows (most of the blinds were up) - no answer. So, as landlord, he got the key and went in - and found Stuart DEAD on the bathroom floor. He was fully dressed, curled up and...his face was black! Gerry came in and told me - well, THAT woke me up. We called the police immediately. They arrived soon after and went into the cottage. They told us that he had been dead for about 24 hours. The detective asked if Stuart was a black or white man - the blood had all settled in his face and caused him to look so dark (he was white). It was so sad. He was about 37 yrs old, a quiet, nice guy. He watched our dogs when we went away, put out the garbage for collection, even came over for Superbowl Sunday. But he had his issues, demons, whatever. It was concluded that he died of an accidental overdose ala Heath Ledger. His parents came the next day. I felt so bad for them but I think they may have been kind of waiting for this to happen. We talked, had a cry together, and then they left. They took a few small items and said the rest was ours to do with as we wanted. Gerry and I had talked it over and decided not to rent the cottage out anymore, for now (we had actually come to this decision awhile ago). We are going to fix it up a bit (new flooring, furniture, paint a bit) and have it available for family and friends who want to visit. Frankly, if/when Gerry becomes sicker, it will be great to have for those coming to visit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8682594-4074754926705411240?l=toodevine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toodevine.blogspot.com/feeds/4074754926705411240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8682594&amp;postID=4074754926705411240&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8682594/posts/default/4074754926705411240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8682594/posts/default/4074754926705411240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toodevine.blogspot.com/2008/03/surprise-but-not-good-one.html' title='SURPRISE - but not a good one!'/><author><name>Jody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02002996143029207369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v616/jesr621/Jody.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8682594.post-7906998864533177466</id><published>2008-03-06T20:47:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T21:04:19.722-05:00</updated><title type='text'>SURPRISE!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/R9CiVqy8yuI/AAAAAAAAAaA/udBB8-DdpcE/s1600-h/IMG_2380.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174814464997640930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/R9CiVqy8yuI/AAAAAAAAAaA/udBB8-DdpcE/s320/IMG_2380.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After two days of running here and there (after work) the big day had come - Gerry's 60th birthday surprise party. That morning I had more running to do....I worked out, got waxed, came home to shower, ran to Costco to pick up (way too much )food, and went to set up the room. When I got there, my cousin's wonderful husband Ray had already set up the room and decorated it - thank goodness, because I was already exhausted. Then he told me that we had parking spaces where I thought there were none, so I proceeded to call the guests to tell them and doncha know....they were on their way, due to arrive 30 minutes ahead of schedule. I ran to change for the party and came back to find the room half filled with guests (not a big room, only 30 people expected, but still...more than I wanted that early). &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Getting Gerry there was another challenge. We never know how he will feel as he had been having pain, feeling tired, etc. His friend Dave was staying with us for a few days so I left it to him, but Gerry has a strong will and no one can direct what he does. So I hoped for the best! I called him around 1:30, when everyone was at the party. I had hoped Gerry would come at 2. He said he was busy on the computer and would arrive in about an hour, so I just said that he needed to be there before my cousin Ann (who the party was supposedly for). Around 2:15 one of our guests was outside and saw Gerry's car. I went out to meet him and Dave and to move my car to give them the spot. I ran back in and we got ready. Dave came in next - Gerry was retrieving his hat from the car. Then...in came Gerry and we yelled SURPRISE!!! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174813610299148978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/R9Chj6y8yrI/AAAAAAAAAZo/upCJPon8_-w/s320/IMG_2360.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Boy, was it ever!!! He stopped in the doorway, looked at us and walked out. I ran out and found him by the gate, crying...he was very overwhelmed. He came in and began greeting everyone and cried now and then, especially when he saw his former boss who he likes a lot. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174813618889083586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/R9Chkay8ysI/AAAAAAAAAZw/ta2RFrE47wI/s320/IMG_2363.JPG" border="0" /&gt;We had a wonderful time, the food was EXCELLENT!!!!! and Gerry was very, very happy!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174814473587575538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/R9CiWKy8yvI/AAAAAAAAAaI/KBdbOxN9Z2k/s320/IMG_2382.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174814456407706322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/R9CiVKy8ytI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/0-0O1oZ-kJk/s320/IMG_2362.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8682594-7906998864533177466?l=toodevine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toodevine.blogspot.com/feeds/7906998864533177466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8682594&amp;postID=7906998864533177466&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8682594/posts/default/7906998864533177466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8682594/posts/default/7906998864533177466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toodevine.blogspot.com/2008/03/surprise.html' title='SURPRISE!!!!'/><author><name>Jody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02002996143029207369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v616/jesr621/Jody.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/R9CiVqy8yuI/AAAAAAAAAaA/udBB8-DdpcE/s72-c/IMG_2380.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8682594.post-1774929307045489701</id><published>2008-02-23T22:12:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T22:31:23.753-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Doncha Love Surprises?</title><content type='html'>I do! I hope Gerry does, too, because I am making him a surprise 60th birthday party next week (oh, don't worry....I didn't let the cat out of the bag - he NEVER reads my blog). My cousin offered to let me have the party at her condo's party room - and it's FREE! So, while I would love to do the cooking, I can't because Gerry is here all the time. So I am getting the food and cake from &lt;a href="http://www.costco.com/Home.aspx"&gt;Costco&lt;/a&gt;. I am just making the salad (Gerry thinks I am helping my cousin's husband make my cousin a 50th BD party - Gerry doesn't know that she will be 50 in a few years from now).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The best part is that I don't think he knows that the &lt;a href="http://newyork.yankees.mlb.com/index.jsp?c_id=nyy"&gt;NY Yankees &lt;/a&gt;are playing an exhibition game agianst the &lt;a href="http://florida.marlins.mlb.com/index.jsp?c_id=fla"&gt;Florida Marlins&lt;/a&gt; at the end of March, right before the actual season starts....and they are playing here in S. Florida. I bought tickets for both games, taking Mom with us to the second one. So I am putting the tickets in his card, but first he'll find a bag of peanuts, can of Coke, and a crocheted hot dog - all leading up to the tickets. Here is the hot dog that I made:&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170380756098341298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/R8Dh52DB2bI/AAAAAAAAAZg/SO1y7ZwKe6s/s320/2008+Feb+crocheted+hot+dog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I obtained the pattern &lt;a href="http://bittersweetblog.wordpress.com/2007/05/22/hot-dog/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. I used &lt;a href="http://lionbrand.com/"&gt;Lion Brand "Vanna's Choice"&lt;/a&gt; 100% Acrylic, colors Brick and Beige, Caron Simply Soft White, and a tiny bit of &lt;a href="http://lionbrand.com/"&gt;Lion Brand &lt;/a&gt;cotton yarn in yellow, plus 100% pure polyester fiberfill. I made it in two evenings while watching TV. After the party it goes straight to &lt;a href="http://peainapod.blogspot.com/"&gt;Avi&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Gerry has a 6 AM flight to Houston, TX tomorrow. He will start a new clinical trial and fly home on Tuesday. He had been feeling really good the past week or two, and his hemoglobin was up. But this weekend he didn't feel all that great...he had a low grade fever and pain at the "sites." Let's hope THIS treatment will be the one to work for him!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8682594-1774929307045489701?l=toodevine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toodevine.blogspot.com/feeds/1774929307045489701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8682594&amp;postID=1774929307045489701&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8682594/posts/default/1774929307045489701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8682594/posts/default/1774929307045489701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toodevine.blogspot.com/2008/02/doncha-love-surprises.html' title='Doncha Love Surprises?'/><author><name>Jody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02002996143029207369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v616/jesr621/Jody.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/R8Dh52DB2bI/AAAAAAAAAZg/SO1y7ZwKe6s/s72-c/2008+Feb+crocheted+hot+dog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8682594.post-6674711130773609234</id><published>2008-02-12T21:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T21:40:27.897-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to the Old Grind</title><content type='html'>I am back at work...yea (said sarcastically). Don't get me wrong, work is fine and I had no problem getting the rhythm going, but I REALLY liked being home. I am SO looking forward to retiring in 5 years from June.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gerry is doing well (at least, I think he is). He went to the oncologist (Dr. M) today and his hemoglobin was just over 10, which is great. The dr is having it tested again next Tuesday and if it's under 10 by any amount he wants Gerry to go for another transfusion so his BC will be over 10 when he gets to Texas on the 25th for the new treatment. Dr. M is also going to talk to Dr. K (in TX) about putting Gerry on Airanesp. Gerry also asked about his being tired all the time in spite of the decent bc, and the dr. said that since Gerry is on several meds he is BOUND to be tired alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We just booked a trip to Alaska for June 16. It will be great. We are going on Celebrity Cruise Lines, on the Millenium. You can read all about our trip &lt;a href="http://www.celebritycruises.com/search/vacationItinerary.do;jsessionid=0000a6rOY7LSLiW1GPj74wBBtkk:12hdbcveb?packageCode=ML11B818&amp;amp;backPageName=Itinerary+Search+Results"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. Plus we will stay overnight in &lt;a href="http://www.vancouver.suttonplace.com/"&gt;Vancouver&lt;/a&gt;. I am very excited. We didn't get the room that we were hoping for as the ship books up quickly, but we are hoping for an upgrade - hey, you never know! I am really happy for Gerry that we are going on this trip, as I don't know if/when he'll be able to go on a big cruise like this again. Gotta grab the good times while you can!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8682594-6674711130773609234?l=toodevine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toodevine.blogspot.com/feeds/6674711130773609234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8682594&amp;postID=6674711130773609234&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8682594/posts/default/6674711130773609234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8682594/posts/default/6674711130773609234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toodevine.blogspot.com/2008/02/back-to-old-grind.html' title='Back to the Old Grind'/><author><name>Jody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02002996143029207369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v616/jesr621/Jody.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8682594.post-6096914778646826518</id><published>2008-02-06T22:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T22:24:51.591-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Best Laid Plans</title><content type='html'>So much for things working out!! I thought that since Gerry was doing ok and I didn't have to fly to TX with him for this new treatment that I would return to work 2 weeks earlier than planned (that paycheck was crying for me). Well, Gerry has had a fever since last Monday, the day after we got off of the cruise ship. The first few days he had a runny nose with the fever. When we saw the dr. in TX the fever was around 99.5, but the next morning it was almost 101 so the dr. prescribed a Z-pack antibiotic. Gerry started it immediately, before we left TX. He had fever Saturday and Sunday, but it was low on Sunday and he napped before the BIG GAME (Giants vs. Patriots). We had Mom and a few friends here and we had a wonderful day. When the Giants won, my tired Gerry was so excited he jumped up yelling (as Mom and I did too) and he ran in his stocking feet, out of the house, yelling down the street! Do you think he was happy? You bet your butt he was. But Monday he still had a fever. I went out to do errands at 3 PM. He napped, and when he woke around 6 he had 102 temp, so we went to the ER that is in the hospital (Bethesda) 2 miles from our house. They did a chest x-ray, took LOTS of blood, urinalysis, gave him two antibiotics and finally at 2 AM they admitted him ( a week is a long time to have an unidentified fever). He is still in the hospital. When he was admitted his white blood count was 13.0 (range is 4.5 - 11.0), which indicated a possible infection. His hemoglobin was 8.9 (range is 14 - 18). He ran fever low to 100.1 on Tuesday, and had no fever today until 7 PM (after the dr had been and gone). Yesterday (Tues) his WBC was down to 10.4 and today it was 9.0, so that's good, but his HGB is 7.9. He is getting a transfusion tonight at midnight. He now has a new Florida oncologist (who is also my mother's doctor) and we like him a lot. He looked at Gerry's scans from last week in TX and ordered an ultrasound of the pelvis, which is being done 9:30 tonight. He will also prescribe Airanesp (Procrit) for the anemia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got a call from TX that they need to change the date for Gerry to start the clinical trial (see below). They wanted to make it for next Thursday the 14th, but Gerry was worried that if anything went wrong he would not get back in time to attend the Daytona 500 for which he has (very expensive) tickets. The race is important as he feels it could possibly be his last. So we made his treatment start date Feb. 25th, and I rearranged his hotel and flight reservations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had I KNOWN (and who does?) that he would be in the hospital I never would have made arrangements to return to work, but the paperwork is in so...I am going in two days. The sucky part is that I had planned to do "stuff" for the past three days but I have been with him each day. Tomorrow I have to get that "stuff" done, so it will be a run-around morning! Am I allowed to yawn a bit and say I'm tired? Ok, just this once!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8682594-6096914778646826518?l=toodevine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toodevine.blogspot.com/feeds/6096914778646826518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8682594&amp;postID=6096914778646826518&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8682594/posts/default/6096914778646826518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8682594/posts/default/6096914778646826518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toodevine.blogspot.com/2008/02/best-laid-plans.html' title='Best Laid Plans'/><author><name>Jody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02002996143029207369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v616/jesr621/Jody.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8682594.post-4844279494867123334</id><published>2008-02-01T23:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T23:10:13.798-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hanging in There - Being Positive!</title><content type='html'>Gerry had his scans yesterday. Good news...the "something" that was seen on the brain MRI a month ago is not there anymore - so that little scare was for nothing. While I have not read the scan results yet, the dr. said that the tumors in Gerry's abdomen and pelvis have grown a little more but he wasn't freaking out over it (but then, the dr never does). He was pleased that Gerry has been feeling better and less exhausted (except for a cold that he has now that is making him feel lousy). So - on to the next step: Gerry will now be doing a clinical trial that is an immunotherapy, geered to making his body recognize that the tumors are BAD and that they should be attacked and chewed up! He will return to TX, starting on Feb. 11th, for one day of treatment. The treatment is a 90 minute IV infusion done as an outpatient. Then he will be monitored for a few hours and will fly home the next day. He will receive the treatment every three weeks for 4 treatments. Two weeks after the last treatment he'll have scans, and if they show that there are no NEW tumors, he will continue the treatments, receiving them every twelve weeks. The side affects are not too bad, the most common are skin rash with itching (like a heat rash) and possible diarrhea (that can be controlled with Immodium). His bloodcells and platelets should not be affected. So for now, our optimism continues!!! The downside is that I will return to work much earlier than planned. I was going to return on Feb. 25th. However, since he is ok and I don't have to fly to TX with him for this treatment, there is no need for me to be home. My principal said to return on the 11th, and I have requested to go in on Feb. 8th to "shadow" my subsitute. Even though she is basically mirroring what I do/did, she is the one who has been with my class for over tow months so I feel that I need to observe HER before taking over again. I am looking forward to seeing the kids, but mostly my friends at the school, AND seeing a paycheck again! How I missed it!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8682594-4844279494867123334?l=toodevine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toodevine.blogspot.com/feeds/4844279494867123334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8682594&amp;postID=4844279494867123334&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8682594/posts/default/4844279494867123334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8682594/posts/default/4844279494867123334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toodevine.blogspot.com/2008/02/hanging-in-there-being-positive.html' title='Hanging in There - Being Positive!'/><author><name>Jody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02002996143029207369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v616/jesr621/Jody.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8682594.post-454471504103487602</id><published>2008-01-29T14:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T14:08:34.834-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It Was Time!</title><content type='html'>After 9 1/2 years I had to let go of my "baby" - my 1998 Red Pontiac Sunfire Convertible. I had always wanted a convertible and finally got it. This car has been wonderful, but as with most mature cars, in recent years I have been putting money into it...a little here, a bit more there. The final thing that made me decide to give it up was when the back window in the top separated in the corners from the fabric, and as I drove down the Turnpike doing 70 in the pouring rain, there were showers &lt;em&gt;INSIDE &lt;/em&gt;the car. The price to repair it was $900, which told me Yeah, its time! The sad thing is that even though it rides beautifully, people hear that it has 154,000 miles and don't want it (but in Florida that 's not a lot of miles since most of it is highway driving). So - not being able to sell it and finding out that to donate it would only give me a tax write off equal to whatever the charity auctions it off for (and not the "book" value), we took the easier, softer way - we gave it to our mechanic, Jimmy, who has always been good to us. So, goodbye my faithful friend. I will miss you. There will never be another like you for me!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160977353287828770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/R595jwyOhSI/AAAAAAAAAZY/zvFqQ6eU58w/s320/IMG_1143.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8682594-454471504103487602?l=toodevine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toodevine.blogspot.com/feeds/454471504103487602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8682594&amp;postID=454471504103487602&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8682594/posts/default/454471504103487602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8682594/posts/default/454471504103487602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toodevine.blogspot.com/2008/01/it-was-time.html' title='It Was Time!'/><author><name>Jody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02002996143029207369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v616/jesr621/Jody.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/R595jwyOhSI/AAAAAAAAAZY/zvFqQ6eU58w/s72-c/IMG_1143.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8682594.post-6621080272946350785</id><published>2008-01-28T08:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T09:31:56.939-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Land, HO!!</title><content type='html'>We're back from a wonderful cruise - 7 nights to the Western Caribbean on Royal Caribbean. WHAT A SHIP!!! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160898072486511746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/R58xdAyOhII/AAAAAAAAAYI/uBrZIpM_n9U/s320/Heading+for+our+ship.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I kept a diary while we were gone. It's a bit long so you can just look at the pix and skip over the other stuff that probably only matters to me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 1 January 20&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It looked as if I packed everything in the house. By the time I woke this morning I my two formal outfits out of my suitcase and opted for a really nice skirt/blouse. My travel agent said that we should not wear jeans to dinner so I packed either a dress or nice casual outfit for each night. Then I had to pack another bag with about 6 pair of shoes and 5 pocketbooks. Men are so lucky…they wear their brown shoes, pack a pair of black shoes and a pair of sneakers and that holds them for the week. Gerry packed this morning - by the time he finished he was exhausted. All in all we have 6 bags plus the computer backpack.&lt;br /&gt;The weather is horrible…low 60’s and raining. We left at 11AM. Rusty, our dacshund, was so funny. We were about to leave and he got onto the doggie bed, turned his back to us and stared at the wall. We called him 5 times before he turned to look at us. Who says they don’t know what’s going on?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When we got to the terminal I called Becca. She said that they had a great time and gave a few pointers re: shows, dining, etc. (she got off the same ship this morning). Check-in was easy and by 1 we were in our room…and what a pleasant surprise. My travel agent requested an upgrade and we were given a handicap room….which just means that it is twice the size of a regular interior room (so wheelchairs can fit in). The bathroom is large too….wonderful for us!!! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160894417469342770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/R58uIQyOhDI/AAAAAAAAAXg/LW9kqwvoQHk/s320/our+room.JPG" border="0" /&gt;We got settled in…Gerry was amazed that I was able to find a place in the small closet and drawers for ALL that we brought. We even have a refrigerator, and knowing that we would, I brought 2 dozen bottles of water. Gerry drinks a lot of water and the tiny bottles they offer are $1.95 each. I got the 24 big sport bottles of water for about $5.00.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What a day to start a cruise….TWO major football games are on. While Gerry watched the Patriot/San Diego game I toured the ship a bit. There is a big promenade with stores, bars and restaurants (notably…Ben and Jerry’s….Sorrento’s Pizza). The casino is pretty big too (but not functional till we are over 3 miles from port). We did have lunch at the buffet earlier. Near the end of the P/SD game Gerry came out of his cocoon and we got some coffee on the Promenade. A band was playing the Electric Slide and some of the ship’s staff were dancing, so I joined them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was almost dinner time but we were 15 min early for the dining room, so Gerry decided to take pizza back to the room for the Giant’s game. I opted for the regular dining, figuring I would get to meet those at our table. WRONG!!! We are to dine at a table for two. The dining room WAS half empty - I heard others telling the waiters that the others in their parties were watching the game. So - I ordered a nice glass of Shiraz wine, salmon for dinner, and toasted the empty chair across from me. Then I had a fun text message conversation with &lt;a href="http://couldbefun.blogspot.com/"&gt;Alison&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160894426059277378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/R58uIwyOhEI/AAAAAAAAAXo/lLGh_NOs1vI/s320/first+night+dinner+companion.JPG" border="0" /&gt;After dinner I brought Gerry one of the desserts….apple pie with ice cream. He was sooooo happy. Now I am working here on the computer while he watches the game….on a beautiful HD/satellite TV. I am just so happy to see him having fun, even if it’s just while watching the game so far. WOW - the weather must REALLY be awful out for the ship is rocking back and forth a lot. Thank goodness we are on a huge ship and not a little one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 2 January 21, 2008&lt;br /&gt;First day at sea….and the weather is horrible. It was windy all day with rain on and off. It didn’t stop people from going into the pool but it kept me and Gerry off of pool deck. Gerry was so tired and spent most of the day napping. I watched the movie Gigi on TV for a few hours. We did have a nice buffet lunch in the Windjammer Café, sitting by the large window watching…the rain come down. All day I had planned to go work out in the fabulous gym but…well, you know! I was a good girl though - everywhere I went I walked up and down the steps and did not take the elevator. At night we got dressed up for the formal dinner. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160897630104880210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/R58xDQyOhFI/AAAAAAAAAXw/yzNViWb0XE0/s320/Formal+night.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Gerry wasn’t thrilled about it but agreed to it for me. Well, we went to dinner (his first time in the dining room) and he was happy that we sat at our own table. The meal was great…for appetizer we had shrimp cocktail, escargot (my favorite) and he had soup. For dinner Gerry had filet mignon and I had DUCK! It was good - tastes like chicken (dark meat). And for dessert I had a wonderful little cherry jubilee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went down to the Captain’s reception on the promenade&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160898794041017490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/R58yHAyOhJI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/qH1lXsbSDTY/s320/promenade.JPG" border="0" /&gt;but it was just people mingling and having champagne, so we came upstairs, changed to comfy clothes and went to the theater for a fabulous Broadway review. The performers are so talented - it was like watching Broadway performers. Afterward Ger got so tired that we decided not to go to the casino and just came upstairs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Day 3 January 22, 2008&lt;br /&gt;Early to rise today - we landed in Labadee, Haiti this morning. We had breakfast brought to our room because we knew we wouldn’t have time to go to the restaurant to eat. Then we took the tender over to the shore - about a 5 minute ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather was beautiful…in the high 70’s and clear. Haiti is lush and mountainous, as seen from the ship. Labadee is a private beach owned by Royal Caribbean. We first went to the market where you are accosted by sellers every two seconds. There was nothing I needed or wanted. Frankly, it’s mostly carved wood and beads and I can get Haitian goods in Florida if I wanted them. We had paid for the wave runner excursion so we headed over there. What fun we had! There were 6 wave runners plus the guide and his assistant. Gerry was so happy that he was able to do this. It wasn’t to cold and I really enjoyed it, despite all the bouncing around. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160897634399847522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/R58xDgyOhGI/AAAAAAAAAX4/JRedERK5Z2k/s320/waverunner+close+up.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Afterward we went by the beach and market. Gerry went back to the ship while I enjoyed the BBQ set out by the ship’s crew, then lay on a lounge chair for a bit.&lt;br /&gt;Back to the ship, a shower, and a short nap for Gerry. When he woke we went outside to see the Flowrider - a wave simulator where you can try your “feet” at surfing. The staff assists you in standing on a short surfboard, give you a few instructions and then let you go. The object of it is to stay up on the board (most people I watched made it for 2 seconds). When you “wipeout” you get pushed up the side by the “wave.” There was a really nice miniature golf course, big basketball court and a rock climbing wall on that deck. Gerry and I walked the jogging track once, got some low-fat frozen yogurt and sat enjoying our cones while listening to the steel drum band that was by the pool. We had a nice dinner (lamb shank…mmmm) followed by the waiters parading and then singing O Solo Mio (it was Venetian night in the dining rooms). Afterward Gerry and I went to the back of the ship where he enjoyed a cigar. Lucky for me he stood where he could blow the smoke away from me. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160903570044650722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/R582dAyOhOI/AAAAAAAAAY4/opKRgmxd49c/s320/Enjoying+a+Cuban+cigar.JPG" border="0" /&gt;He returned to the room while I went to the show. It was fabulous. The cruise director started it off and was so funny. The headliner was Finis Henderson, singer, impressionist. He was terrific. He had a good voice and did the songs/voices of many good stars.&lt;br /&gt;I came back to the room. Ger was under the covers. He asked if I was going to the next show and I told him no, that I couldn’t stay up till midnight. I though that he was referring to the adult comedy show. He got into his pjs and into bed and I started to say goodbye, as I was heading to the 70’s Disco Party on the promenade. He said, “I didn’t know you were going. I had stayed in my clothes, thinking I would go too but you said you weren’t going.” Miss communication? You would think he would then say that he would put on his pants and come with me. NOT! So I went down myself. It was so much fun. The cruise director and dancers were on a bridge overhead, in costume and dancing to 70’s songs. He was dressed first as John Travolta in Saturday Night Fever, then as the Indian in the Village People, and last as Austin Powers. There were costumed dancers where the people were too, dancing among us. One performer dressed as the construction worker took my hand and danced with me. We did hustle and a sort of lindy and it was great. I was so happy that I kept up with him (though my camera was on my arm and swinging all around). I came right up to the room when the show was over.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Day 4 January 23 - Jamaica&lt;br /&gt;After a breakfast (where we had to scrounge for seats) we headed off the ship and onto the dock. We took a tour van: First to Fern Gully - it’s a winding road ride through lush flora. The area’s homes and shops look very depressed. There used to be a river but it’s dried up. We just drove to the top and then down again. Took a little time to get used to the driver staying on the left side of the road. He was great at maneuvering those narrow, winding roads. Next we drove to Shaw Park and Gardens. This was once a hotel and is now just a beautiful garden spot (Mick Jagger of the Stones lives nearby). We were taken through the gardens by one of the gardeners serving as tour guide.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160898806925919394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/R58yHwyOhKI/AAAAAAAAAYY/R3eeHT8wjl8/s320/Us+at+the+falls.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I took some really nice pix of the flowers and trees. At one point it began to pour so we had to stand under a big tree to keep most of the rain from drenching us. The rain only lasted about 3 minutes. After Shaw we were taken to Dunn Falls. There you can join a group at the bottom of the falls (on the beach) and hand in hand, climb the falls.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160905073283204370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/R5830gyOhRI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/BvQw3t-BGsg/s320/IMG_2209.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Gerry wasn’t up to it and I didn’t want to leave him for over an hour so we opted to walk down along the outside of the falls and then back up. Before we started I did climb into the water on the side of the falls. The water was cold but felt good. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160900774020940978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/R58z6QyOhLI/AAAAAAAAAYg/yFsbTEl_vDc/s320/standing+in+the+Falls.jpg" border="0" /&gt;We went down to the beach and I got to put my feet in the water before we headed back up. On the way I noticed two young couples who were on our tour. I took a few pix of them as they started the climb. I love pictures and know that if I could have some of me doing that I would be thrilled (Unfortunately, when we were packing to go home on Day 7 I cleaned the room and accidently threw out the paper with their e-mail information on it). I walked back to the top area with Gerry and then, since he was sitting down I went back down a bit and took more pix as the two couples got nearer to the rockier part of the falls. One couple gave up before heading onto the rocks with the rushing water but the other continued. I came back to Gerry after 10 minutes. We walked on and then I took another 3 minutes to walk through the craft market. Just like in Labadee, each vendor tries to woo you into their space, but I wasn’t buying a thing. We made it to the bus in the nick of time before a heavy rain, but that too lasted only a few minutes. Then it was on to the shopping area called the Taj Mahal (which does look like a mini version). Gerry got some t-shirts and cigars. I looked at some jewelry but frankly, while it was beautiful, it was expensive - even though I know most items are cheaper here than in the states. I am not that into jewelry that I need to spend hundreds of dollars on something.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Gerry enjoyed a cigar by the end of the ship (with me keeping him company), we went for ice cream (for him, not me) and he went up to the room while I went to the theater. They had a bingo game for about 15 minutes where the prize was a cruise for two. I am not a bingo fan but I figured, “What the heck!” and bought one card…..and lost (I did come within two numbers of winning). Then I stayed for the Love and Marriage Game, modeled after the Newlywed Game. It was HYSTERICAL!!! I got back to the room around midnight. We skipped the late night adult surfing dance party/buffet by the pool.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Day 5 January 24 - Georgetown, Grand Cayman&lt;br /&gt;Waking early we got into our swimsuits and went to the dive shop onboard to check out the possibility of diving in Cozumel. They had 5 openings so we decided to wait until we saw how Gerry did on today’s snorkel trip. We ate breakfast, and before going out I checked out bill. There were HUGE charges for our online use, which I knew to be wrong. Gerry was really angry. We went to the Guest Relations desk to straighten it out. It seems that because I registered to use the WiFi on the ships computers it doesn’t transfer to the laptop, even though you are logging into the ship’s WiFi with the same user name and password (but no one tells you that fact). So we thought we were using the plan I had opted for but it wasn’t working on the laptop…AND it was logging in very long sessions, even though we would log out after each use. I got it all straightened out, and we were able to catch the tender to shore.We did some shopping…Gerry got a few shirts. I saw a bracelet I really liked, shown on a sign, but they didn’t have any in stock. I saw another similar to it but couldn’t get the woman to come lower than the 20% discount she had already told me about. I went in and out of several jewelry shops….and since I don’t need or desire anything I didn’t buy anything. I came back to where the bracelet was but she wouldn’t come down in price. Gerry, at least, got himself some cigars too and enjoyed one while I was looking around. It’s so hard to buy things because I can get a of the same beach/tourist things in Florida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We next went on our excursion. We signed on for a snorkel trip to a wreck and a reef. We had to walk a few blocks to the boat and then wait about 15 min to get on because another boat was blocking ours. Once on we were given flippers and a life vest (I had my own mask and snorkel). The boat moved just slightly away from the pier and…we were there. The water was cool but nice and not very deep so you could see the wreck clearly, but there were too many people snorkeling. We stayed in the water for awhile and then Gerry got out, with me following a short time later. The boat moved a little further out (about 3 minutes) to the reef. Again we went in. I stayed in longer. It was ok but when you are used to diving and seeing GREAT things, it’s a little bit of a let down. But it was nice to be outside and in the water today. On the way home Gerry bought some more cigars. The line to get back onto the tender was enormous so I waited on it while Gerry rested. I have to say that he was great all day though (except when he was SO PO’d about the WiFi bill). He did realize though that he would have difficulty doing a dive tomorrow. No trouble with breathing, but his leg muscles aren’t what they used to be and he didn’t want to risk injuring himself.&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful night out. We sat at the back of the ship while Gerry smoked part of his cigar. Then we walked to the front and wow - the stars were so bright there cause there was less light coming off of the ship. At 8:30 I went down to the show and had a front row seat. The performer was El Gaucho. He is from Uraguay, and was not only a comedian but a very talented musician - guitar, drums, piano. His main “thing” though was bolletos….small balls on the end of ropes that he spins around, sometimes bouncing them on the ground. He took a man from the audience, messed up the man’s hair, and then “combed” it down with the spinning bolletos. It was amazing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Day 6 January 25 Cozumel&lt;br /&gt;I am so glad that we decided not to go diving. Gerry didn’t feel too good this morning. We went to the breakfast buffet but he didn’t eat much. Then we came downstairs and he rested a little, then decided that we should leave the ship. The ship was tied to the pier so we had to walk a short distance to the cruise ship shopping area. In the first shop I entered I saw a lovely silver bracelet. The man wanted $72 but offered it for $65. I started to walk out but he quickly dropped the price to….$34. I told him I would think about it. We walked a bit and left that area, deciding to walk to the “original” shopping area where other ships were. It was a 3 ½ mile walk. As we went Gerry pointed out places he stayed the two times he had been to Cozumel. When we got into the downtown area we did some shopping. There was another area that was really nice, at the cruise ship area. I bought a little black pool shift for $19 - no bargaining, it was in a regular shop, but no tax. Gerry saw a chess set that he liked. We really don’t need it but he liked it and hey, maybe we will get to play chess once he gives me a refresher course. The young men were so nice and I got him down to $25 from $50 if we paid cash. He would not give it for that price using the charge card so we walked away. We walked down the street with me looking now and then at silver bracelets but none caught my eye. Gerry bought cigars, sun glasses , and I bought a bottle of pure vanilla. I went into a little “pharmacy” to buy shaving cream and mouth wash….$40 pesos = $4 dollars….$8.00 for those two items. AND….they had a sign stating that you could buy certain pharmaceuticals w/o a prescription…cipro, anti-depressants and more. I thought that was so funny! Gerry was good and he waited when I went into a few shops but I always feel pressured, knowing that someone is waiting. I would have liked to have been alone….nothing against him….ANYONE would have impeded me. We also priced the chess sets as we walked around but didn’t get any price lower than $30. We then walked back to the first place where we saw the chess set. They young man said that Gerry could have it for $28 if he was charging it. That was fine…but one piece was severely cracked. I told them I wouldn’t take it and they went into wherever and brought out a few pieces for me to choose from, plus a box to safely carry it in. Gerry then said to the young man, “Tell you what. You were so nice, I’ll give you $30!” I couldn’t believe he did that. He later said that he wanted to tip the boys. But YOU DON’T DO THAT here….not when you bargain the price down! I even told him later that he should have charged the $28 and then handed the kid two dollars!!!! OY!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We got a cab went back to the pier. I went back to where I had seen the silver bracelet. The man remembered me immediately. I picked up the bracelet, happy that it was still there. I also picked up two others. He quoted me $30 for the first (guess he forgot the original agreement), $40 for the silver one with two tiny opals on the ends and $38 for the one with three red stones. I offered him $90 for all three and he agreed if we gave cash. That was all that Gerry and I had b/t us (the rest of our money was back on the ship). I was a happy camper. He was exhausted and hungry so we went back to the ship to eat. I thought of going back down to the shop that had everything silver for $10, but only if you used cash. I would have bought some trinkets as gifts but would have had to go to the ATM on the ship and frankly, while I did want to bring back some things for a few friends and the girls, I don’t have extra money and they didn’t need it. Then I went upstairs and found an ADULTS ONLY pool and after a two second dip I laid in the waning sun and rested. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Another good dinner, Gerry enjoyed his cigar and then we went to the show. The Royal Caribbean performers did a musical comedy called Once Upon A Time. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160903544274846930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/R582bgyOhNI/AAAAAAAAAYw/3nMhfuCrmv4/s320/Cindarella+4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;It was terrific, as expected. Gerry then headed to the casino and I went to Studio B (the ice rink) to watch Quest. I had no idea what it was all about…I had just heard that it was so much fun. I was sitting in the front row when it started. Turns out it was an interactive “game show.” I was picked to be one of 4 captains for our team….the group sitting where I was. Richard Spacey, the cruise director, came out and did his schtick. The object of the game was that Richard would call out an object that we had to get or something that someone had to do. As Captains we either did it ourselves or got someone to give the object or “do it.” I was with Carol, her husband Curtis and his friend Mike. We were competing against about 8 other teams. Things we had to do: holding our team number, run to Richard and do a split (I did that….not a full split, of course); bring two shoe laces, not in shoes, to Richard; a guy had to bring up two women’s bras…Carol and I pulled ours off and …; one of the men (on each team) had to take off his shirt, put on a bra, have a woman’s lipstick and pocketbook. Points were given out for having/doing and being first, second, etc. It was so much fun. Toward the end I turned around and Gerry was there. I was so happy to see him, and then, as the game was still going on, he told me that he won big in the casino - with only 3 pulls on the slot machine. WOW! I was so happy for him. He said that they announced his name over the loud speaking in the casino in congratulations. AND…he said I am not allowed to accompany him to the casino anymore because he loses when I go with him. Fine by me…anything to help him win! At the end of Quest we left and went back to the room.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Day 7 January 26&lt;br /&gt;A quiet day at sea. It was a very windy, overcast day with some rain. We went to breakfast and then checked outside. It was still not great sitting out weather so we went back to the room. I went for a walk around the promenade for a bit, then came up, and Gerry and I went to the back of the ship. He had a cigar and I laid in the sun for a short time. When he went downstairs I went to the &lt;strong&gt;Adults Only&lt;/strong&gt; pool, found a lounge and laid out for about 2 hours (fell asleep for a bit). At 4:30 I came downstairs, packed our things and then we got ready for dinner. We had another great meal, went on deck for Gerry’s cigar time and then to the last show. It was great. They had an aerial team who was terrific. Then Richard showed some funny things from the cruise, and then there was a parade of the heads of the ship’s staff. Richard announced that it was his last night on the ship, after 4 months. He was so terrific this whole trip….I think he really helped to make it the fun trip that it was. Afterward I FINALLY got to go up to him and say Hello and tell him that I was Becca’s mom. He remembered them from last week. I even took a pix with him. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160904579361965314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/R583XwyOhQI/AAAAAAAAAZI/5HC-clPIA6Y/s320/Jody+and+Richard+Spacey+Cruise+Director.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Then I joined Gerry upstairs and we watched The Green Mile DVD.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Leaving the ship January 27&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We woke at 6 but stayed in bed till 7, when I heard the announcement to disembark. We got dressed and left the ship. There was a line but it moved fairly quickly and we got through customs fast too. But we then waited about 30 – 45 minutes for our bags. Miami was cool and very overcast. It was a wonderful cruise…now, back to reality. In two days we will be flying to TX again for Gerry’s scans!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8682594-6621080272946350785?l=toodevine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toodevine.blogspot.com/feeds/6621080272946350785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8682594&amp;postID=6621080272946350785&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8682594/posts/default/6621080272946350785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8682594/posts/default/6621080272946350785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toodevine.blogspot.com/2008/01/land-ho.html' title='Land, HO!!'/><author><name>Jody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02002996143029207369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v616/jesr621/Jody.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/R58xdAyOhII/AAAAAAAAAYI/uBrZIpM_n9U/s72-c/Heading+for+our+ship.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8682594.post-2285286344879211400</id><published>2008-01-19T21:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T21:57:51.920-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow, Snow, SNOW!!</title><content type='html'>It snowed MORE in GA - Marietta, to be exact. Here is what the snow looked like on &lt;a href="http://couldbefun.blogspot.com/"&gt;Alison'&lt;/a&gt;s porch today (sent to me via her phone):&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157387281201411714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/R5K4aEEgtoI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/OzRWWidQ6FE/s320/2008+Jan+19+snow+in+Marietta.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;and here is &lt;a href="http://peainapod.blogspot.com/"&gt;Avi &lt;/a&gt;in a snowsuit, ready to play in the snow. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157387281201411730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/R5K4aEEgtpI/AAAAAAAAAXY/CTGuyv6a1sM/s320/2008+Jan+19+Avi+in+the+snow.jpg" border="0" /&gt;As for me....it would have been great to be there to play with &lt;a href="http://peainapod.blogspot.com/"&gt;Avi,&lt;/a&gt; but I was happy in S. Florida, temps around 84, enjoying myself at a luncheon party for my friend Laura who turned 60. It was at a lovely restaurant called The &lt;a href="http://www.thecapitalgrille.com/Locations/FortLauderdale/Main.asp?Location=FortLauderdale"&gt;Capital Grille&lt;/a&gt; in Fort Lauderdale. Here's to the ladies who lunch!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8682594-2285286344879211400?l=toodevine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toodevine.blogspot.com/feeds/2285286344879211400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8682594&amp;postID=2285286344879211400&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8682594/posts/default/2285286344879211400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8682594/posts/default/2285286344879211400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toodevine.blogspot.com/2008/01/snow-snow-snow.html' title='Snow, Snow, SNOW!!'/><author><name>Jody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02002996143029207369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v616/jesr621/Jody.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m0XwpKQcnKA/R5K4aEEgtoI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/OzRWWidQ6FE/s72-c/2008+Jan+19+snow+in+Marietta.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
