tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35279500994735112732024-03-13T21:04:31.639-07:00WrinkleQuestMy wish is to draw from the experience of the many brave and beautiful women willing to share their stories in an effort to find the common denominator that compels us to equate our appearance with our self worth.eleanorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05397944679788144715noreply@blogger.comBlogger38125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3527950099473511273.post-22607966607238652582013-04-14T13:39:00.000-07:002013-04-14T13:41:51.888-07:00Independent LivingI have to admit Mister Marketer that you knocked the wind out of my sails when I found this catalog in the mail ADDRESSED TO ME!!!<br />
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Sure the title 'INDEPENDENT LIVING' sounds powerful and the cover is lovely, but I am NOT ready for the contents! Please Mister Marketer leave me in my blissful state of denial.<br />
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Oh Mister Marketer how I would like to crack you with one of these cheerfully colored canes!</div>
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Bedroom Safety....Seriously?....and we ain't talking condoms!</div>
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The Power To Go Places!</div>
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Mister Marketer do you really think I am ready for these things?</div>
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Just because I couldn't remember what email and passcode I used to access my blog is no reason to tease me with senior moments! Give me a break. I haven't blogged on Wrinklequest in ages! Surely this doesn't me put in your target demographic does it?</div>
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The worst of the worst Mister Marketer is this outright blow to my fashion sense. Do you really think I want to be seen in these God awful shoes? Because Mister Marketer I do not!!!</div>
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I know this to be true because I have already suffered the indignity of comfort shoe shopping. I even received a sympathy hug from the sales clerk. Oh how I miss sexy high heels!</div>
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This reality doesn't stop me, Mister Marketer, from wanting to crack you with a brightly colored cane! I am not that immobile or forgetful. Don't push me! :-)</div>
eleanorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05397944679788144715noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3527950099473511273.post-80506586236642353962012-03-09T09:45:00.004-08:002012-03-09T09:57:18.413-08:00Boobs or Brains?Which would you prefer boobs or brains?<br /><br /><a href="http://ringfingertanline.com/2012/03/09/brains-for-boobs-a-fair-trade/">Brains For Boobs: A Fair Trade?</a><br /><br />An amazing 41% of women choose BOOBS!eleanorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05397944679788144715noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3527950099473511273.post-60164359307325690502012-02-22T11:37:00.000-08:002012-02-22T11:53:08.622-08:00Working WomenSometimes I look at my hands and think perhaps I should have taken the girlie route. <br /><br />Once upon a time my hands were pretty enough to be offered the opportunity to be a hand model. I was more interested in taking cars apart, building stone walls and doing electrical wiring. I declined the offer. <br /><br />Still sometimes I compare my hands to other womens' softer less wrinkled, unscarred hands and wonder if I did the right thing. Then I watched this slideshow that my daughter sent me. I wouldn't change a thing.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.huffingtonpost.com/mobileweb/slideshow/1283163/209984/">Working Women</a>eleanorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05397944679788144715noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3527950099473511273.post-17465349940740454642012-02-20T04:23:00.000-08:002012-02-20T04:43:10.301-08:00The Swimsuit IssueI just wanted to share The Human Body Engineer's post on the <a href="http://humanbodyengineer.wordpress.com/2012/02/14/kate-upton-brings-victorias-secret-to-sports-illustrated/">swimsuit issue</a>.<br /><br />The bottom line for Sports Illustrated Magazine is more about the tan line than the finish line!eleanorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05397944679788144715noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3527950099473511273.post-29221342153804458422012-01-26T04:22:00.000-08:002012-01-26T04:51:56.530-08:00You're Beautiful!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizpFXvx2ZrgnBeKXUuCqFOmeEtm7RnzWBOtt8zYFivxexhvjGUOcPVWIwmvx5tY0P6znkp5IsOIn0aYNLMOVI9w2dITSyaGN8hv9U0IhD1vXiJ3_22liQqBfdmc05hRD2PaqDTIOiETEw/s1600/403622_10150519432508123_535398122_9245237_1775730528_n.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 143px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizpFXvx2ZrgnBeKXUuCqFOmeEtm7RnzWBOtt8zYFivxexhvjGUOcPVWIwmvx5tY0P6znkp5IsOIn0aYNLMOVI9w2dITSyaGN8hv9U0IhD1vXiJ3_22liQqBfdmc05hRD2PaqDTIOiETEw/s200/403622_10150519432508123_535398122_9245237_1775730528_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701921870926194434" /></a><br />In case you don't see it, this creative thinker does!<br />I can't remember where I was shopping when I glanced in the mirror and saw her work.<br />It made me happy. See for yourself.<br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=10150519432508123&set=o.182769171815869&type=1&theater">You're Beautiful!</a><br /><br />Check out Jessica Echevarria at <a href="https://www.facebook.com/AbstractCelebrity">Abstract Celebrity</a>.eleanorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05397944679788144715noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3527950099473511273.post-38860512405766179252012-01-11T12:49:00.000-08:002012-01-11T12:57:43.951-08:00Another Awesome Beauty Product!Gotta have this!!!!<div><br /></div><div><a href="http://jesserosten.com/2012/fotoshop-by-adobe">Fotoshop by Adobe'</a></div><div><br /></div><div>Thanks to Jesse Rosten, the seriously talented person that created this video :-)</div>eleanorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05397944679788144715noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3527950099473511273.post-24002745079195079032012-01-04T13:14:00.000-08:002012-01-04T13:26:57.067-08:00So that is how it is done!I am always in the pursuit of the newest photography techniques and gadgets.<div>I could sure use one of these!</div><div><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dy66LMOZZp6hB5WxfALJNMDD-24rBIYZ6P4djlziH_-XQwfZooTqGIcqaYekBlRzGZeKrGbUBqdHJYSeF0f9g' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div>eleanorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05397944679788144715noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3527950099473511273.post-83892126427306848522011-10-05T03:37:00.000-07:002011-10-05T04:05:43.716-07:00No Makeup, NO TRUST?<div>I always felt that people treated me differently when I adorned makeup. I was never a glamour queen. I stuck with the basics, mascara and blush. Still I could sense I was treated differently. </div><div><br /></div><div>Rebel that I am, this annoyed me! I wanted people to like me for who I was, not what I looked like. So, I tended to wear little or no make-up. A tool of trust. A filter of sorts to weed out the insincere and bring closer those who really cared for me.</div><div><br /></div><div>Funny how things work out. According this this study, I was getting quite the opposite result. People were actually <i>weeding me out!!!</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div>The story...</div><a href="http://www.beautyhigh.com/makeup/16050/no-makeup-no-trust-what-your-makeup-really-says-others">No Makeup, No Trust? What Your Makeup Really Says to Others</a><div><br /></div><div>The study...</div><div><a href="http://www.multivu.com/mnr/52087-p-g-harvard-study-reveals-cosmetics-alter-instinctual-perception">First-Ever Study Reveals Cosmetics Alter Instinctual Perception</a></div>eleanorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05397944679788144715noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3527950099473511273.post-1285068282610049502011-10-02T09:49:00.000-07:002011-10-02T09:58:15.515-07:00500 Years of Women in ArtHere's a video composite of 500 years of women in art. The video is beautifully done. I find it interesting, however, that there wasn't a wrinkle to be found!<div><br /></div><div>Enjoy!</div><div><br /></div><div><a href="http://www.wimp.com/womenart/">500 Years of Women in Art</a></div>eleanorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05397944679788144715noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3527950099473511273.post-79964192834620930962011-09-06T06:26:00.000-07:002011-09-06T07:53:16.457-07:00Frozen FacesJust a little <i>freaked out</i> over all of the frozen faces on the tube...<div><br /></div><div>My grandmother was a down to earth woman. She traded places with her brother when it came to chores. She would head out to plow the field with her father while her brother took her place cleaning in the house.</div><div><br /></div><div>She taught me how to oil the furnace, mow the lawn, trim hedges and make cinnamon buns. I often wonder who ended up with her trusty oil can. I hope they appreciate how important it was to her. It kept the wheels turning. It soothed the aging parts of the machines that endlessly served her. She knew the value of her appliances having grown up in the age of hauling water and burning wood for heat and cooking. So, she always did her due diligence maintaining her luxuries.....her furnace....her lawnmower....her old wooden wagon with metal wheels. Her tools were simple, a hammer, a screwdriver, a hatchet, a wrench and her oil can.</div><div><br /></div><div>Similarly her dressing table held a jar of Noxema, a powder puff, a bar of soap, a rouge, a lipstick and a perfume. She had some gray hair, many wrinkles and some stray facial hairs. Her face expressed her mood. It lifted and broadened when she laughed and it contracted and drooped when she was sad. You knew where you stood with my grandmother. You could read her face. You could see the joy when she looked at you. You knew without being told how much she loved you.</div><div><br /></div><div>She was <i>perfect </i>as far as I can remember. And when I look in the mirror and see that same stray hair on my face, I smile. I see my grandmother. I feel the love.</div><div><br /></div><div>Today I find myself confused as I watch the older women on the tube talk about tragedy and tell jokes all the while their faces remaining expressionless. <i> I hear their voices, but I just don't "feel" their message!!!</i> </div><div><br /></div><div><i>And, I wonder what effect this is having on our young girls???</i></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>eleanorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05397944679788144715noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3527950099473511273.post-37516702241278829572011-08-09T17:09:00.000-07:002011-08-09T17:34:09.721-07:00We all get old. Nothing lasts forever.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEij-YzrTt6OlH03Jz5Ypa4oJIfjw1fDyEgn_ZizlzYujq2u0mOILN4EsQ3JyF4xPTsz9nBQMT02HezroNod_kMVslRYxMxnQHTj5-1C47X5nAHXzZuqp6u0Q2CbMSVXfoz7gakV-27c19A/s1600/Lee-Jeffries-4.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEij-YzrTt6OlH03Jz5Ypa4oJIfjw1fDyEgn_ZizlzYujq2u0mOILN4EsQ3JyF4xPTsz9nBQMT02HezroNod_kMVslRYxMxnQHTj5-1C47X5nAHXzZuqp6u0Q2CbMSVXfoz7gakV-27c19A/s200/Lee-Jeffries-4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639018235941980946" /></a>
<br /><div>Check out this talented photographer, Lee <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Jeffries</span>. His black & white images are gorgeous and thought provoking. Thanks to <a href="http://dianerichterphotography.com/">Diane Richter</a>, for bringing it to my attention :-)</div><div>
<br /></div><b><a href="http://www.emptykingdom.com/main/featured/we-all-get-old-nothing-lasts-forever/">We all get old. Nothing lasts forever.</a></b><div>
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Humans are really no different except in awareness and in our empowerment to change.</div><div><br /></div><div>So I won't hold back my compliments to little girls. I will tell them they are beautiful. I will tell them they are SMART, CLEVER and all around AMAZING!!! I will enjoy their faces as they delight in their beauty inside and out! </div><div><br /></div><div>I do agree 100% with the author, Lisa Bloom, that we must encourage little girls to be more than their appearance. We do need to invest more in their talents instead or their tutus! I just don't feel it is necessary to undermine their beauty in the process.</div><div><br /></div><a href="http://www.huffingtonpost.com/lisa-bloom/how-to-talk-to-little-gir_b_882510.html?ref=fb&src=sp">How to talk to little girls....</a><div><br /></div>eleanorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05397944679788144715noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3527950099473511273.post-31526699402488861212011-06-02T19:26:00.000-07:002011-06-02T19:29:09.626-07:00Barbie?<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjR-5PoQfko-TTaFEwgSMysuSrYBxQsqCWsswDcqTuOa1dhcE6K2WP-Qt-AJ2u_3zbJuVCyp4JXJAG-E2TtpRMruxGre6g2ffveRn9EM_AA1vyIhh-Q1SCROtKQrc2DdM8vhY-UCWGJmwk/s1600/254311_557692742855_74400325_31562323_5545062_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjR-5PoQfko-TTaFEwgSMysuSrYBxQsqCWsswDcqTuOa1dhcE6K2WP-Qt-AJ2u_3zbJuVCyp4JXJAG-E2TtpRMruxGre6g2ffveRn9EM_AA1vyIhh-Q1SCROtKQrc2DdM8vhY-UCWGJmwk/s400/254311_557692742855_74400325_31562323_5545062_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613814525783051746" /></a>eleanorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05397944679788144715noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3527950099473511273.post-28417105003018088012011-06-01T18:10:00.000-07:002011-06-01T18:20:44.781-07:00BFF's Breast Friends Forever<div>Interesting post from Cafe Gratitude....</div><div><br /></div><a href="http://www.cafegratitude.info/our-blog/bffs-breast-friends-forever.html">BFF's Breast Friends Forever</a><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px; white-space: pre; ">“Please forgive me. I love you. You are healthy, whole, complete, filled with love and light. You are beautiful just as you are. ” </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px; white-space: pre; "><br /></span></div>eleanorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05397944679788144715noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3527950099473511273.post-61145999328875735292010-06-03T03:31:00.000-07:002010-06-08T12:23:09.186-07:00Say Cheese!Does your appearance hold you back? .......Too fat, too skinny, too wrinkled???<br /><br />Has it stopped you from getting up to dance??? Saying hello to an old friend??? Learning something new and exciting???<br /><br />Could it be the reason that you don't want to be photographed? Deb <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">Schwedhelm</span> thinks perhaps it is. Don't rob your family of memories. Get your tissues and check out her blog on the subject......And the next time you get in front of the camera say CHEESE :-)<br /><br /><a href="http://www.debsphotographs.com/photoblog/?p=957">Deb <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">Schwedhelm</span> <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">Photoblog</span></a>eleanorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05397944679788144715noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3527950099473511273.post-46152609900703216282010-05-29T19:37:00.000-07:002010-05-29T19:44:30.362-07:00All The Wrinkled LadiesCheck out this ditty by Anita <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">Renfroe</span> posted to the Women of Faith Blog. It's a humorous song about making peace with your body!<br /><br /><a href="http://www.facebook.com/l.php?u=http%3A%2F%2Fblogs.womenoffaith.com%2Fblog%2F2010%2F05%2Fall-the-wrinkled-ladies%2F&h=b19a2">All The Wrinkled Ladies</a><br /><br />Thanks Sandy for bringing this song to my attention :-)eleanorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05397944679788144715noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3527950099473511273.post-55573519899752218242010-04-20T03:32:00.000-07:002010-04-20T03:46:48.834-07:00Tama J. Kieves Quote<blockquote></blockquote><blockquote><p><span style="font-size:130%;">"Every act of love for yourself-makes a difference." </span></p><p>Tama J. Kieves</p></blockquote>eleanorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05397944679788144715noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3527950099473511273.post-13241745923021747152010-04-12T03:16:00.000-07:002010-04-12T03:31:31.379-07:00Tom Tveitan Foto<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVHAKLDQH437HVfza092Xay7kxs_ioVHJDbLOY3WmIl1UxAWMkuXY5cdxE3Bvc6EoNjbZ9eht-SEHhhRVIqbvrtYLkdXqHK_TTBIfp3CwoiAJGMaYP7KHAFkHfSYbQDeS2C-oLHtJUmkQ/s1600/_MG_4032_copy_web.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 234px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459194082235215970" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVHAKLDQH437HVfza092Xay7kxs_ioVHJDbLOY3WmIl1UxAWMkuXY5cdxE3Bvc6EoNjbZ9eht-SEHhhRVIqbvrtYLkdXqHK_TTBIfp3CwoiAJGMaYP7KHAFkHfSYbQDeS2C-oLHtJUmkQ/s320/_MG_4032_copy_web.jpg" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://tomtveitanfoto.blogspot.com/">Tom Tveitan Foto</a></div><div> </div><div>Check out his blog for some interesting beach shots....When I look at these images, I feel nostalgic even though they are shot in a quite modern magazine style. Could it be the subjects ring true to life and take me back to the safety of my family? I like the sense of calm I feel. I'll take more please :-)</div>eleanorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05397944679788144715noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3527950099473511273.post-38855230338697971902010-04-10T05:52:00.000-07:002010-04-10T06:09:53.823-07:00"This Is Who I Am""Rosanne Olson's collection of photographs and short essays, "This Is Who I Am: Our Beauty in All Shapes and Sizes," is an exploration of how real women relate to their real bodies — in all their freckled, scarred, pudgy and wrinkled glory. It's sometimes funny, sometimes sensual and always heartbreakingly sincere." ....Haley Edwards<br /><br /><a href="http://seattletimes.nwsource.com/html/books/2004323366_this03.html">Read her entire book review here: "This Is Who I Am"</a><br /><br />Looks to be another inspiring read :-)eleanorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05397944679788144715noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3527950099473511273.post-25480645514904762172010-04-08T16:56:00.000-07:002010-04-08T17:54:33.349-07:00Magazine PhotosThe next time you compare yourself to a beautiful magazine model, remember they had a little help. 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eleanorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05397944679788144715noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3527950099473511273.post-88821340190008405132010-02-13T12:58:00.000-08:002010-02-14T06:09:52.541-08:00Insecurity or Instinct?This old Carol Burnett skit is just plain funny!!!<br />Enjoy :)<br /><br /><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9gqQYuipF7U">"Wrong Number"</a>eleanorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05397944679788144715noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3527950099473511273.post-10498469253438207002009-09-26T04:13:00.000-07:002009-09-26T04:25:45.033-07:00"Loose Change"I stumbled across this photographer this morning who has some interesting shots of nude women presented in a book entitled "Loose Change".<br /><br />"These photographs confidently add what might be called a new wrinkle to the corpus of female nudes that parades through the history of photography."<br />—Essay by Vicki Goldberg<br /><br /><a href="http://suzanneopton.com/women">http://suzanneopton.com/women</a>eleanorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05397944679788144715noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3527950099473511273.post-61785300344919100722009-08-28T16:58:00.001-07:002009-08-28T17:44:38.700-07:00True love doesn't see the wrinkles or the drippy nose -- it's the heart that really counts!<div style="PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; PADDING-TOP: 3px; TEXT-ALIGN: left"></div><div style="PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; PADDING-TOP: 3px; TEXT-ALIGN: left">OK..... I haven't blogged anything lately, and now I am cheating by relying on the talent of another! Don't be too hard on me. WrinkleQuest is always in my heart. My wish is to hear all of your stories whether I wrinkle you or not. </div><div style="PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; PADDING-TOP: 3px; TEXT-ALIGN: left">So, today I share with you the wisdom of Clara Hinton. She is a tribute to the strong and beautiful! </div><div style="PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; PADDING-TOP: 3px; TEXT-ALIGN: left">Thank you Clara:)</div><div style="PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; PADDING-TOP: 3px; TEXT-ALIGN: left"></div><div style="PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; PADDING-TOP: 3px; TEXT-ALIGN: left"></div><div style="PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; PADDING-TOP: 3px; TEXT-ALIGN: left"></div><div style="PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; PADDING-TOP: 3px; TEXT-ALIGN: left"></div><div style="PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; PADDING-TOP: 3px; TEXT-ALIGN: left"></div><div style="PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; PADDING-TOP: 3px; TEXT-ALIGN: left"></div><div style="PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; PADDING-TOP: 3px; TEXT-ALIGN: left"></div><div style="PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; PADDING-TOP: 3px; TEXT-ALIGN: left"><a title="photo sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sicilianitaliano/3864396915/"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 2px solid" alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2460/3864396915_289875e239.jpg" /></a> </div><div style="PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; PADDING-TOP: 3px; TEXT-ALIGN: left"></div><div style="PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; PADDING-TOP: 3px; TEXT-ALIGN: left"></div><div style="PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; PADDING-TOP: 3px; TEXT-ALIGN: left"><span style="font-size:78%;">Originally uploaded by </span><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sicilianitaliano/"><span style="font-size:78%;">http://www.flickr.com/photos/sicilianitaliano/</span></a></div><div style="PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; PADDING-TOP: 3px; TEXT-ALIGN: left"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div style="PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; PADDING-TOP: 3px; TEXT-ALIGN: left"></div><div style="PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; PADDING-TOP: 3px; TEXT-ALIGN: left">As I watched the owners of animals at our county fair, I realized how much love was showered on each and every animal -- no matter how many flaws or how intense the competition. Every family treated his/her pet as the "Number 1 - Most Special Blue Ribbon Winner" because that's how love is. </div><div style="PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; PADDING-TOP: 3px; TEXT-ALIGN: left">Love never sees the flaws, but sees only the heart. </div><div style="PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; PADDING-TOP: 3px; TEXT-ALIGN: left"><em>Let's be careful not to get hung up on outward appearances, but rather love someone for the pure beauty and kindness found in the heart!</em> After all, isn't that where true beauty is really found? </div><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p>eleanorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05397944679788144715noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3527950099473511273.post-54436283022566219642009-03-06T15:00:00.000-08:002009-03-06T15:50:06.089-08:00My Latest Wrinkle<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAkd3x7SjsMZPe_apmVk_l_uYwd5tWVmufEBLwOz0L6Ey0qrwG5MDbk8zcsYw_DZCrJ-gdotc8530cdGhch34_atWAqcpjvj_xzXD2m-rC-d5xU2Raxf5-Z8P6tw8mcokExfEAjI9Z_uk/s1600-h/_EKI3654se.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310214274861311474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAkd3x7SjsMZPe_apmVk_l_uYwd5tWVmufEBLwOz0L6Ey0qrwG5MDbk8zcsYw_DZCrJ-gdotc8530cdGhch34_atWAqcpjvj_xzXD2m-rC-d5xU2Raxf5-Z8P6tw8mcokExfEAjI9Z_uk/s400/_EKI3654se.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />When I was young I wondered.....<br /><ul><li>What if I had never married?</li><li><div align="left">What if I had married someone else?</div></li><li><div align="left">What if I remained free?</div></li></ul>Now that I am older I wonder.....<br /><ul><li>What if he was gone?</li></ul><p> </p><p> </p><p>The joy I feel when he smiles at me transcends all that is mortal. It feeds my soul. Honestly if he was gone, I don't think that the sun would ever shine so brightly. I am not certain that I could breathe.</p><p>So, when I received the call that his cystology test had shown signs of cancer......disbelief! After all, we had just gone through the yearly cystoscopy. Doc said that everything looked great....See ya next year.</p><p>When you have experienced cancer you put it in a little box.....a little box that need only be opened when necessary. For us after these twenty some years, it has become an annual event. We have become quite good at it over the years. The anguish invested in opening and closing the box has grown shorter with each year of benign results. But, this time the box was opened off schedule, without warning and couldn't be closed at our will.</p><p>We had to leave it open for the paperwork, the admit exam, the admit tests and the bladder mapping.....and then the wait for the results. Seven weeks of jabs and stabs at our hearts... Seven weeks of wondering will he see his grandchild grow... Seven weeks of wondering how this could change our lives.</p><p>I waited alone in the hospital filling my mind with positive thoughts, breathing, praying that all would end well. Then Doc came out. She said that we would have to wait for the results, but everything looked good. She hadn't been able to detect any cancerous tissue visually. The original test could have been skewed. Hooray! A week later the results returned benign!......So, back in the box it went.</p><p>I sealed that box as tightly as I could and placed it as far back on the shelf as I could reach. I say to myself, no worries........not to worry unless there is something to worry about.</p><p>But, somewhere deep down in the pit of my stomach I feel the haunting emptiness of the question.....What if???</p>eleanorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05397944679788144715noreply@blogger.com10