<?xml version='1.0' encoding='windows-1252'?><?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3155273</id><updated>2010-02-22T15:19:05.803-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Humble Lucy</title><subtitle type='html'>Life as Lucy.</subtitle><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3155273/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.humblelucy.com/index.htm'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3155273/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.humblelucy.com/lucy.xml'/><author><name>Merc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05867712168084793968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>302</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3155273.post-2164017764703711139</id><published>2010-02-22T15:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T15:19:05.818-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Next LOST...</title><content type='html'>OK here is one of my predictions for this seasons LOST. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since Juliet said (to Sawyer) &lt;em&gt;It Worked,&lt;/em&gt; I think that she will appear in the hospital were Kate and Claire are and I think she will be the one to deliver Claire's baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juliet better come back... she is one of my favorites, and her and Sawyer need to get back together... they love each other.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3155273-2164017764703711139?l=www.humblelucy.com%2Findex.htm' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3155273/posts/default/2164017764703711139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3155273/posts/default/2164017764703711139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.humblelucy.com/2010/02/next-lost.htm' title='Next LOST...'/><author><name>Lucy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14951532797192925740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05568734779220691254'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3155273.post-8313313570249100645</id><published>2010-02-10T11:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T16:43:29.632-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LOST...</title><content type='html'>I had a lot of theories after watching &lt;strong&gt;Lost season opener&lt;/strong&gt; last week and well last nights show shot holes in all I thought may be happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The show drives me nuts trying to keep everything straight. You have to pay attention to not only the characters but what point in time they are and what team they are with... are they darma, are they others, are they part of Jacobs team or the ones with Lockes body And what time period are they actually in(there on the island)and what is with this evil spirit that is taking over controlling some of them... not Claire and now a parallel existence grrrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It makes my head hurt, but I cannot wait until next weeks show and yes... I will be reviewing the 2 episode aired last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Side note: I think they did a great job editing last weeks 2 hour opener into a 1 hour recap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3155273-8313313570249100645?l=www.humblelucy.com%2Findex.htm' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3155273/8313313570249100645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3155273&amp;postID=8313313570249100645&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3155273/posts/default/8313313570249100645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3155273/posts/default/8313313570249100645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.humblelucy.com/2010/02/lost.htm' title='LOST...'/><author><name>Lucy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14951532797192925740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05568734779220691254'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3155273.post-3533264276575254011</id><published>2010-02-06T12:02:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T18:02:25.414-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I threw the Tooth Brushes away...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.humblelucy.com/uploaded_images/PicMomCut-227-701534.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://www.humblelucy.com/uploaded_images/PicMomCut-227-700822.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few weeks after my mother passed away I remember telling a co-worker, &lt;em&gt;I know she is gone; but I still cannot even throw out her tooth brush.&lt;/em&gt; Well this week I took that step, I tossed out her tooth brushes.  It is a year today that my mother passed away. I still have not cleaned out her room because when I step in there… her essence is still there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time truly passes so quickly, I wish the emptiness would pass as quickly. I loved my mother and didn’t mind taking care of her. I told her I would be there for her in her old age and thank God I was able to. I always felt so bad that she had to endure the cancer and the chemo… both terrible things. And when she heard that the end was near, she quietly accepted the fate and transitioned from life to death and to life again, without a complaint or regret.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find comfort in knowing she is in a peaceful place and sharing those heavenly blessings with my father and grandparents… and of course our good Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you mom, and miss you, I miss you so very much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3155273-3533264276575254011?l=www.humblelucy.com%2Findex.htm' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3155273/posts/default/3533264276575254011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3155273/posts/default/3533264276575254011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.humblelucy.com/2010/02/few-weeks-after-my-mother-passed-away-i.htm' title='I threw the Tooth Brushes away...'/><author><name>Lucy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14951532797192925740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05568734779220691254'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3155273.post-8877265526394646523</id><published>2010-02-03T22:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T22:57:08.791-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss you</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.humblelucy.com/uploaded_images/lucyalvin_edited-789329.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 127px; height: 200px;" src="http://www.humblelucy.com/uploaded_images/lucyalvin_edited-789320.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you brother.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3155273-8877265526394646523?l=www.humblelucy.com%2Findex.htm' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3155273/posts/default/8877265526394646523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3155273/posts/default/8877265526394646523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.humblelucy.com/2010/02/miss-you.htm' title='Miss you'/><author><name>Lucy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14951532797192925740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05568734779220691254'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3155273.post-5782955977167629349</id><published>2010-01-22T15:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T15:42:04.497-08:00</updated><title type='text'>January 23rd</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.humblelucy.com/uploaded_images/wedding-reception_edited-789832.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 151px; height: 200px;" src="http://www.humblelucy.com/uploaded_images/wedding-reception_edited-789797.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;January 23rd, this year marks 39 years married to this wonderful man, my Tony. I am grateful and thankful that I have had not just a husband, but also a friend. We have fun just being together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight... The &lt;strong&gt;Vintage Press&lt;/strong&gt; for a romantic dinner together.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3155273-5782955977167629349?l=www.humblelucy.com%2Findex.htm' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3155273/posts/default/5782955977167629349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3155273/posts/default/5782955977167629349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.humblelucy.com/2010/01/january-23rd.htm' title='January 23rd'/><author><name>Lucy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14951532797192925740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05568734779220691254'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3155273.post-495723293361144123</id><published>2010-01-22T15:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T15:16:15.438-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeah me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.humblelucy.com/uploaded_images/090-735023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://www.humblelucy.com/uploaded_images/090-734798.JPG" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well over the holiday break I noticed that I have earned quite a few awards in ZUMA and there were only 4 or 5 that I needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One was the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;sharp shooter&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; award. That is where you complete one level... any level, in 5 seconds or less. So whenever I had time, I would give it a try. Some times over and over again. I got it down to 7 seconds (several times) but 5 seconds seemed near impossible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then one night, I was in the ... &lt;em&gt;let me try it one more time&lt;/em&gt; mode. I was getting tired and ready for bed, and then it happened... I had a great run it felt like 5 seconds but was it enough?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And suddenly there on the screen I saw congratulation you just achieved the &lt;em&gt;sharp shooter &lt;/em&gt;award. YEAH!!!! bonus point 20,100. I must say, the satisfaction from achieving this was great. I did it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3155273-495723293361144123?l=www.humblelucy.com%2Findex.htm' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3155273/posts/default/495723293361144123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3155273/posts/default/495723293361144123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.humblelucy.com/2010/01/yeah-me.htm' title='Yeah me!'/><author><name>Lucy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14951532797192925740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05568734779220691254'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3155273.post-1067983548681119355</id><published>2010-01-13T18:54:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T18:57:02.877-08:00</updated><title type='text'>January 13th 2010</title><content type='html'>Observation...&lt;br /&gt;I was out today and the sun was shining and I felt a sense of calm, why... because the park was empty and the schools were full.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3155273-1067983548681119355?l=www.humblelucy.com%2Findex.htm' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3155273/posts/default/1067983548681119355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3155273/posts/default/1067983548681119355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.humblelucy.com/2010/01/january-13th-2010.htm' title='January 13th 2010'/><author><name>Lucy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14951532797192925740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05568734779220691254'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3155273.post-2158750456327885457</id><published>2010-01-03T13:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T13:47:15.231-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankful</title><content type='html'>I am thankful to have the greatest kids. Tony and I both had surgery over the Christmas break and our kid came up to take care of us and take of us they did. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was not allowed to lift a finger for over a week. I am truly thankful for the considerate and loving children we have. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You guys are the best. Love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3155273-2158750456327885457?l=www.humblelucy.com%2Findex.htm' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3155273/posts/default/2158750456327885457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3155273/posts/default/2158750456327885457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.humblelucy.com/2010/01/thankful.htm' title='Thankful'/><author><name>Lucy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14951532797192925740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05568734779220691254'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3155273.post-1209033609951601945</id><published>2010-01-01T10:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T10:03:51.086-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year!!!!</title><content type='html'>It is nice to start fresh and I for one am looking forward to this new year and this new start. The last few years have been a little rough but I am ready to start all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year, New Month, New Day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3155273-1209033609951601945?l=www.humblelucy.com%2Findex.htm' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3155273/posts/default/1209033609951601945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3155273/posts/default/1209033609951601945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.humblelucy.com/2010/01/happy-new-year.htm' title='Happy New Year!!!!'/><author><name>Lucy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14951532797192925740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05568734779220691254'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3155273.post-5725398779126568996</id><published>2009-12-21T09:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T10:02:48.703-08:00</updated><title type='text'>December 21st</title><content type='html'>I have been baking and making lists and checking them twice and I think I am almost ready. There comes a time each Christmans season when I proudly say... &lt;em&gt;I am ready and I don't have to go out anymore&lt;/em&gt;... till after the holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is a great feeling when you know you do not have to venture out into the cold and more frightening the crowd of crazed people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more trip, today; and then I can say I am ready. Got to go.... BYE!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3155273-5725398779126568996?l=www.humblelucy.com%2Findex.htm' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3155273/posts/default/5725398779126568996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3155273/posts/default/5725398779126568996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.humblelucy.com/2009/12/december-21st.htm' title='December 21st'/><author><name>Lucy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14951532797192925740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05568734779220691254'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3155273.post-2436971124204589785</id><published>2009-12-18T14:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T14:57:41.078-08:00</updated><title type='text'>December 18th</title><content type='html'>Winter Break, or as it is better known around here the &lt;strong&gt;Christmas break&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember when I was at school working on my degrees and the joy and relief I would feel as one by one the finals were over. Burdens lifted with every completed class. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you reached the last final, in my head I could hear... &lt;em&gt;I am free, I am free&lt;/em&gt;. and as I walked out to my car, I remember feeling such a sense or accomplishment. And almost feel so light and free I was actually walking on air... a little bit. And then proceeded to turn off the brain for a few weeks so that it can reboot for the next semester. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that same feeling enveloped me this week as I turned in my final grades... I am free, I am free. well at least for a few weeks; I love my job but I also love my breaks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3155273-2436971124204589785?l=www.humblelucy.com%2Findex.htm' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3155273/posts/default/2436971124204589785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3155273/posts/default/2436971124204589785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.humblelucy.com/2009/12/december-18th.htm' title='December 18th'/><author><name>Lucy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14951532797192925740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05568734779220691254'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3155273.post-6432907886161923029</id><published>2009-12-18T08:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T08:57:58.046-08:00</updated><title type='text'>December 17th</title><content type='html'>I hate ZUMA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was cruising last night, I made it all through the 9th level with only one death 9 lives then 10 on the board then it happened. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I began to think that perhaps this was the night... but NO no Christmas gift for me. It is a well thought out game that is truly hard to beat because:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-You become vested in the game, you have spent hours playing and&lt;br /&gt;-Then you begin to have &lt;em&gt;hope &lt;/em&gt;that perhaps this is the night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But alas, your hands are tired and sore, your eyes are blurry from playing for so long; it is late into the night and the thumb just cannot move fast enough to make the shots you KNOW you can make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it happens... you begin the death spiro one by one your hopes are dashed and not by a lot, but a little. You almost make it, but then die on the last 6 or 7 marbles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this game would be very do-able if you could jump to the levels you want so you can get warmed up earn afew lives and move to the level you want to challenge (with all the lives you have built up).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am having a love /hate relationship with my Xbox... well not the whole box, just &lt;strong&gt;ZUMA&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3155273-6432907886161923029?l=www.humblelucy.com%2Findex.htm' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3155273/posts/default/6432907886161923029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3155273/posts/default/6432907886161923029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.humblelucy.com/2009/12/december-17th.htm' title='December 17th'/><author><name>Lucy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14951532797192925740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05568734779220691254'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3155273.post-5036666440887491489</id><published>2009-12-16T14:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T14:55:25.914-08:00</updated><title type='text'>December 16th</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.humblelucy.com/uploaded_images/dad_edited-739553.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 156px; height: 200px;" src="http://www.humblelucy.com/uploaded_images/dad_edited-739517.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the anniversary of my fathers death. 26 years ago today, he left us... he is still missed, still loved. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today I wore a jacket I have not put on in a while, and reached in the pocket and found the the hospital papers from my mothers last visit to the hospital. This is the first major holiday without her... I miss her... I miss them both.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3155273-5036666440887491489?l=www.humblelucy.com%2Findex.htm' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3155273/posts/default/5036666440887491489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3155273/posts/default/5036666440887491489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.humblelucy.com/2009/12/december-16th.htm' title='December 16th'/><author><name>Lucy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14951532797192925740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05568734779220691254'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3155273.post-1654085995594969879</id><published>2009-12-11T22:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T23:11:28.023-08:00</updated><title type='text'>December 11th...</title><content type='html'>While at the doctors yesterday I read a Readers Digest story that I thought was great. Please excuse my paraphrasing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a little boy in kindergarten named Joey; his teacher thought it would be fun to exchange names for the Christmas this year. So they drew names and were told to take that note home to their mother. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Joey got home he gave the note to his mother and asked her to read it, so she did.&lt;br /&gt;She read... &lt;em&gt;You got Christopher's name in the Christmas gift exchange&lt;/em&gt;. Joey looked a little sad and asked when people were going to start calling him Christopher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ho, ho, ho.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3155273-1654085995594969879?l=www.humblelucy.com%2Findex.htm' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3155273/posts/default/1654085995594969879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3155273/posts/default/1654085995594969879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.humblelucy.com/2009/12/december-11th.htm' title='December 11th...'/><author><name>Lucy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14951532797192925740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05568734779220691254'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3155273.post-9002408641414581019</id><published>2009-12-09T21:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T22:04:13.815-08:00</updated><title type='text'>December 9th</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.humblelucy.com/uploaded_images/004-749666.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://www.humblelucy.com/uploaded_images/004-749474.JPG" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I attended the &lt;em&gt;Hospice Light up s Life Ceremony&lt;/em&gt;. The families of hundreds of hospice patients were invited to celebrate the life of a loved one that was in Hospice care and passed away last year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They offer us a gold ornament with our loved ones name on it and when their name was called we went up and placed the ornament on the tree, as they played Christmas carols. They read off over 250 names a staggering number for just Tulare County. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once the names were all read and ornaments placed on the tree they dimmed the lights in the room and lit up the tree. A room full of hundreds and it was solemn and quite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hospice is a great organization watching out for the terminally ill and their families.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3155273-9002408641414581019?l=www.humblelucy.com%2Findex.htm' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3155273/posts/default/9002408641414581019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3155273/posts/default/9002408641414581019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.humblelucy.com/2009/12/december-9th_09.htm' title='December 9th'/><author><name>Lucy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14951532797192925740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05568734779220691254'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3155273.post-959792116492980391</id><published>2009-12-09T15:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T21:49:40.459-08:00</updated><title type='text'>December 8th</title><content type='html'>Four years ago tomorrow (12/9)we brought my mother home from Redwood City after her major surgery to remove her cancerous tumors. This surgery gave us 3+ years with mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her Doctor did a great job.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3155273-959792116492980391?l=www.humblelucy.com%2Findex.htm' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3155273/posts/default/959792116492980391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3155273/posts/default/959792116492980391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.humblelucy.com/2009/12/december-9th.htm' title='December 8th'/><author><name>Lucy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14951532797192925740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05568734779220691254'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3155273.post-5179030835087273878</id><published>2009-12-07T18:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T18:55:01.045-08:00</updated><title type='text'>December 7th...</title><content type='html'>Oh yes one more thing I love about my job... the down time also known as vacation to those in the daily grind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, we work hard, extremely hard throughout the semester, but in this profession we are given the opportunity to rejuvenate so when that next semester begins we are ready and will to face it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now we are grinding to a halt for the year and I am looking forward to a few weeks off to relax and not check e-mail if I don't want to and read for pleasure. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for most of us educators we also use this time for maintenance, personal maintenance surgeries and such so we will be there for the kids when that first bell rings again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3155273-5179030835087273878?l=www.humblelucy.com%2Findex.htm' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3155273/posts/default/5179030835087273878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3155273/posts/default/5179030835087273878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.humblelucy.com/2009/12/december-7th.htm' title='December 7th...'/><author><name>Lucy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14951532797192925740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05568734779220691254'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3155273.post-2562867699234714687</id><published>2009-12-06T06:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T18:48:45.980-08:00</updated><title type='text'>December 5th and 6th</title><content type='html'>OK I am cheating, but i want to keep up with the blog until the end of the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keeping with the theme... why I love my job. No matter how good or how bad it is it is over in a few months. Whether the class is an exceptional one or an average one or a horrible one (I have had a few) Every few months... we get to start again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the opportunity of saying OK that was a great semester... what can we do to make the next one better?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unlike a regular job, it is the same everyday, day after day after day. And after you are done for the day you see an endless supply of more days just like today. We do not have that, we get to start again, start fresh, with new student and new classes (if we want).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3155273-2562867699234714687?l=www.humblelucy.com%2Findex.htm' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3155273/posts/default/2562867699234714687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3155273/posts/default/2562867699234714687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.humblelucy.com/2009/12/december-5th-and-6th.htm' title='December 5th and 6th'/><author><name>Lucy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14951532797192925740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05568734779220691254'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3155273.post-2403137984869453949</id><published>2009-12-04T09:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T09:46:30.757-08:00</updated><title type='text'>December 4th</title><content type='html'>As this semester draws to a close, I just want to note a few things. I love the profession I have chosen for myself. You see before education I was in the banking field and while I liked banking and all that job offered, I feel that the Banking occupation chose me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I experienced &lt;em&gt;the joy of teaching&lt;/em&gt; and decided to go back and complete my degree this was a choice I made. I am truly thankful for this opportunity. As the saying goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Success is being prepared when opportunity presents itself&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK I am paraphrasing and I don't know who said this... but it is a great line.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3155273-2403137984869453949?l=www.humblelucy.com%2Findex.htm' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3155273/posts/default/2403137984869453949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3155273/posts/default/2403137984869453949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.humblelucy.com/2009/12/december-4th.htm' title='December 4th'/><author><name>Lucy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14951532797192925740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05568734779220691254'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3155273.post-3178596996423077221</id><published>2009-12-04T09:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T09:37:28.533-08:00</updated><title type='text'>December 3rd</title><content type='html'>Well not anything to important in the great scheme of things but today I am thankful for the bun warmers in my car. When you are still in the summer and Fall mode, cold mornings are shocking to the body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful for the cosy seat warmers in my cosy car that keep me toasty on my way to work. OK I know that it is only two days a week... but I am thankful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3155273-3178596996423077221?l=www.humblelucy.com%2Findex.htm' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3155273/posts/default/3178596996423077221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3155273/posts/default/3178596996423077221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.humblelucy.com/2009/12/december-3rd.htm' title='December 3rd'/><author><name>Lucy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14951532797192925740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05568734779220691254'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3155273.post-8387415350132095405</id><published>2009-12-03T07:59:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T08:02:55.375-08:00</updated><title type='text'>December 2nd</title><content type='html'>Today I am thankful for the person who decided that the &lt;strong&gt;Netti pot&lt;/strong&gt; was a good idea. Having just come through a sinus infection, I am finding it helpful to keep my sinus clear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I clear my sinuses with the Netti pot and then use my nasal antihistamine... great combo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3155273-8387415350132095405?l=www.humblelucy.com%2Findex.htm' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3155273/posts/default/8387415350132095405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3155273/posts/default/8387415350132095405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.humblelucy.com/2009/12/december-2nd.htm' title='December 2nd'/><author><name>Lucy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14951532797192925740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05568734779220691254'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3155273.post-4068543558527034626</id><published>2009-12-01T22:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T23:01:43.506-08:00</updated><title type='text'>December 1</title><content type='html'>I cannot believe we are one month away from 2010, it just does not feel possible? Where did the year go? I am not sure where it went but I am thankful that I am still here enjoying my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Lord.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3155273-4068543558527034626?l=www.humblelucy.com%2Findex.htm' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3155273/posts/default/4068543558527034626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3155273/posts/default/4068543558527034626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.humblelucy.com/2009/12/december-1.htm' title='December 1'/><author><name>Lucy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14951532797192925740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05568734779220691254'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3155273.post-2808124318887453675</id><published>2009-11-30T21:29:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T21:31:19.672-08:00</updated><title type='text'>November 30th</title><content type='html'>Well today I am thankful that I was able to keep up my blog (with thankfulness) for one whole month.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3155273-2808124318887453675?l=www.humblelucy.com%2Findex.htm' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3155273/posts/default/2808124318887453675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3155273/posts/default/2808124318887453675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.humblelucy.com/2009/11/november-30th.htm' title='November 30th'/><author><name>Lucy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14951532797192925740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05568734779220691254'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3155273.post-19102869951490360</id><published>2009-11-30T21:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T21:28:31.579-08:00</updated><title type='text'>November 29</title><content type='html'>Today I am thankful for &lt;strong&gt;Bananas Foster&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes this weekend we revived an old friend... a yummy flaming desert with butter, brown sugar, sliced bananas, Kahlua, banana liqueur and rum. Oh yes and ice cream (choc chip).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yum.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3155273-19102869951490360?l=www.humblelucy.com%2Findex.htm' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3155273/posts/default/19102869951490360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3155273/posts/default/19102869951490360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.humblelucy.com/2009/11/november-29.htm' title='November 29'/><author><name>Lucy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14951532797192925740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05568734779220691254'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3155273.post-6877267062293094468</id><published>2009-11-28T18:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T18:19:10.476-08:00</updated><title type='text'>November 28th</title><content type='html'>It would be easy for me to get a little depressed this time of year. My mother, while she didn't like the gift giving and doing the shopping thing, shw would love to see the tree and lights and it was a happy time. So this is the first Christmas without her here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my father passed away 26 years the 16th of December, yes right before Christmas. For many years Christmas was a difficult time for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it would be easy to get down, but instead I want to be thankful for my two wonderful (yet very different) parents. They were wonderful parents and each taught me so very much. Love you guys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3155273-6877267062293094468?l=www.humblelucy.com%2Findex.htm' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3155273/posts/default/6877267062293094468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3155273/posts/default/6877267062293094468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.humblelucy.com/2009/11/november-28th.htm' title='November 28th'/><author><name>Lucy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14951532797192925740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05568734779220691254'/></author></entry></feed>