<?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-7058315452807764736</id><updated>2012-01-12T18:29:45.443-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Last of Sheila</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastofsheila.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058315452807764736/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastofsheila.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058315452807764736/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Sheila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>197</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058315452807764736.post-8981476258983485032</id><published>2009-08-12T04:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T04:16:53.894-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Define LOSER</title><content type='html'>because my pic isn't next to Webster's definition!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to the reunion was interesting. Seemed like very few people wanted to talk about their jobs or family, etc. No names. It wasn't even due to Facebook!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reunions ARE supposed to be about catching up, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:sheilamcoburn@yahoo.com"&gt;The Last of Sheila (Coburn)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7058315452807764736-8981476258983485032?l=lastofsheila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastofsheila.blogspot.com/feeds/8981476258983485032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7058315452807764736&amp;postID=8981476258983485032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058315452807764736/posts/default/8981476258983485032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058315452807764736/posts/default/8981476258983485032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastofsheila.blogspot.com/2009/08/define-loser.html' title='Define LOSER'/><author><name>Sheila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058315452807764736.post-7968636515749073015</id><published>2009-08-09T18:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T18:53:59.181-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Age mumbo-jumbo...bring your own incense!</title><content type='html'>I'm not a fan of the whole SOULMATES theology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole concept creeps me out. I'm a realist, not a romantic. It works for Rick and I, which is all that's important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner by candlelight? I'd prefer my dinner by BBQ. Flowers and boxes of expensive candy? I prefer a garden with fresh broccoli and sweet snap-peas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rick knows I love him because I help him put on his socks and lay out his work uniform. Sunday mornings, he gets the remote so he can watch his hunting channels. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are far from SOULMATES. But considering everything, I'm more than willing to call him my guardian angel!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:sheilamcoburn@yahoo.com"&gt;The Last of Sheila (Coburn)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7058315452807764736-7968636515749073015?l=lastofsheila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastofsheila.blogspot.com/feeds/7968636515749073015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7058315452807764736&amp;postID=7968636515749073015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058315452807764736/posts/default/7968636515749073015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058315452807764736/posts/default/7968636515749073015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastofsheila.blogspot.com/2009/08/new-age-mumbo-jumbobring-your-own.html' title='New Age mumbo-jumbo...bring your own incense!'/><author><name>Sheila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058315452807764736.post-7759913766899929347</id><published>2009-08-06T23:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T21:09:56.178-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Decisions, decisions...</title><content type='html'>Still trying to figure out where to go on my vacation week next month. Then, I have another in November.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karina and I have been to Chicago and Vegas in the last 2 years. She won't be along now, she'll be away at college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My thoughts have been DC and Atlanta for September, but Lisa just started at a new company, so she probably won't be able to get the time off like we'd planned. Maybe no on Atlanta. Should I substitute NYC instead?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arizona in November? Or Seattle to see my nephew?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or, maybe I'll just relax in November. Take a few day trips. Get ready for Christmas. Spend a few days in HL with Rick's mom. THAT sounds like a plan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:sheilamcoburn@yahoo.com"&gt;The Last of Sheila (Coburn)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7058315452807764736-7759913766899929347?l=lastofsheila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastofsheila.blogspot.com/feeds/7759913766899929347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7058315452807764736&amp;postID=7759913766899929347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058315452807764736/posts/default/7759913766899929347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058315452807764736/posts/default/7759913766899929347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastofsheila.blogspot.com/2009/08/decisions-decisions.html' title='Decisions, decisions...'/><author><name>Sheila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058315452807764736.post-2065202553707584001</id><published>2009-08-03T04:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T04:09:33.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'>20-year reunion done!</title><content type='html'>Talked to lots of people, but still never enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great to see everyone again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:sheilamcoburn@yahoo.com"&gt;The Last of Sheila (Coburn)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7058315452807764736-2065202553707584001?l=lastofsheila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastofsheila.blogspot.com/feeds/2065202553707584001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7058315452807764736&amp;postID=2065202553707584001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058315452807764736/posts/default/2065202553707584001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058315452807764736/posts/default/2065202553707584001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastofsheila.blogspot.com/2009/08/20-year-reunion-done.html' title='20-year reunion done!'/><author><name>Sheila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058315452807764736.post-1627477383407492876</id><published>2009-03-18T19:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T19:44:35.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Was I my brother's Grim Reaper?</title><content type='html'>My heart goes out to the family of Natasha Richardson. And all the families faced with the life support catch-22.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Making the decision and watching it carried it out were the worst things in my entire life. Knowing there will never be another moment with my brother. Another word. Another heartbeat. So many unanswered questions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching the numbers go down. The organs fail. It is an eyes-wide-open nightmare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A part of me died with my brother, a part I never knew existed. He will always be my older brother who died too young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:sheilamcoburn@yahoo.com"&gt;The Last of Sheila (Coburn)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7058315452807764736-1627477383407492876?l=lastofsheila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastofsheila.blogspot.com/feeds/1627477383407492876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7058315452807764736&amp;postID=1627477383407492876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058315452807764736/posts/default/1627477383407492876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058315452807764736/posts/default/1627477383407492876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastofsheila.blogspot.com/2009/03/was-i-my-brothers-grim-reaper.html' title='Was I my brother&apos;s Grim Reaper?'/><author><name>Sheila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058315452807764736.post-1944186924149973222</id><published>2009-03-16T03:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T04:04:58.638-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GIRLZ weekend</title><content type='html'>It was a 5.5 hour trip for Jana and me, including dinner, potty breaks and fuel fill-up, to visit Kimberly in &lt;a href="http://www.cityofalliance.com/"&gt;Alliance, OH&lt;/a&gt;. I hadn't been on the &lt;a href="http://www.ohioturnpike.org/"&gt;Ohio turnpike&lt;/a&gt; since July, 2000!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few highlights:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rodman.lib.oh.us/chamber/castle.htm"&gt;Morgan Castle&lt;/a&gt; - this is a neat sight in a town of historical homes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sebringohiohistoricalsociety.org/Mansions.html"&gt;Sebring's historical homes&lt;/a&gt; - lots of ohlala mansions, including one that is nearly a block long (aptly named the Sebring house and spa)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hartvillefleamarket.com"&gt;Hartville flea market&lt;/a&gt; - included live banjo musical and lots of goodies to buy, like really cheap sheet sets!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kimberly's home is brick, with 3 floors, including a walk-out finished basement. She has almost all antique furniture. I slept in The Boy Room, decorated in blue for a little boy. Jana had The Girl Room in pink and white. Her room also had gorgeous front windows!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kimberly's home is built old-style and has TONS of charm and character. Lots of built-ins and original detail left. Her front door is a thick, dark wood with a rounded top. She and her other 1/2 love to restore it and the antiques they pick up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's hard to beat their modern basement, done in OHIO BUCKEYE! EVERYWHERE! Including the wall-to-wall carpeting! Riles most Michiganders. I just laughed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:sheilamcoburn@yahoo.com"&gt;The Last of Sheila (Coburn)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7058315452807764736-1944186924149973222?l=lastofsheila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastofsheila.blogspot.com/feeds/1944186924149973222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7058315452807764736&amp;postID=1944186924149973222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058315452807764736/posts/default/1944186924149973222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058315452807764736/posts/default/1944186924149973222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastofsheila.blogspot.com/2009/03/girlz-weekend.html' title='GIRLZ weekend'/><author><name>Sheila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058315452807764736.post-9126622982328436545</id><published>2009-03-11T03:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T03:45:34.135-07:00</updated><title type='text'>12 years ago today...</title><content type='html'>You will always be remembered, Nina. More importantly, you will always be loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:sheilamcoburn@yahoo.com"&gt;The Last of Sheila (Coburn)&lt;/a&gt;$&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7058315452807764736-9126622982328436545?l=lastofsheila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastofsheila.blogspot.com/feeds/9126622982328436545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7058315452807764736&amp;postID=9126622982328436545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058315452807764736/posts/default/9126622982328436545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058315452807764736/posts/default/9126622982328436545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastofsheila.blogspot.com/2009/03/12-years-ago-today.html' title='12 years ago today...'/><author><name>Sheila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058315452807764736.post-3048704249815523656</id><published>2009-02-11T18:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T18:20:04.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'>10 things to do this year</title><content type='html'>1. Dinner at Olive Garden with Lori (next week)&lt;br /&gt;2. Weekend in March at Kimberly's new house in Ohio&lt;br /&gt;3. Lunch (Taco Bell) with Cindy &lt;br /&gt;4. Karina will be home on Spring Break next Friday&lt;br /&gt;5. Rick's bday party/family reunion in late June&lt;br /&gt;6. Moving the corporate offices&lt;br /&gt;7. 20-year class reunion in July/August&lt;br /&gt;8. Cody and Karina MUST go to Canada for their 19th bday this year&lt;br /&gt;9. Lots of community festivals for the marketing dept this spring&lt;br /&gt;10. Vacations to see Bethany and Lisa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:sheilamcoburn@yahoo.com"&gt;The Last of Sheila (Coburn)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7058315452807764736-3048704249815523656?l=lastofsheila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastofsheila.blogspot.com/feeds/3048704249815523656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7058315452807764736&amp;postID=3048704249815523656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058315452807764736/posts/default/3048704249815523656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058315452807764736/posts/default/3048704249815523656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastofsheila.blogspot.com/2009/02/10-things-to-do-this-year.html' title='10 things to do this year'/><author><name>Sheila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058315452807764736.post-5481528036436676370</id><published>2009-01-26T03:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T03:44:31.767-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dinner for 3 adults: $7.87</title><content type='html'>Last night for dinner, Rick, Cody and I had chicken, rice, stuffing, green beans and bread. Yeah, carb and sodium overload.&lt;br /&gt;Whole chicken: $4.12&lt;br /&gt;Rice: $.75&lt;br /&gt;Stuffing: $1.00&lt;br /&gt;Green beans: $.50&lt;br /&gt;Bread: $1.50&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the best part? I have leftover chicken for lunch today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:sheilamcoburn@yahoo.com"&gt;The Last of Sheila (Coburn)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7058315452807764736-5481528036436676370?l=lastofsheila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastofsheila.blogspot.com/feeds/5481528036436676370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7058315452807764736&amp;postID=5481528036436676370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058315452807764736/posts/default/5481528036436676370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058315452807764736/posts/default/5481528036436676370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastofsheila.blogspot.com/2009/01/dinner-for-3-adults-787.html' title='Dinner for 3 adults: $7.87'/><author><name>Sheila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058315452807764736.post-7989124872632862497</id><published>2009-01-07T07:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T08:07:32.993-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Patrick Swayze says it right...</title><content type='html'>"If you spend so much time chasing staying alive, you won't live."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My FIL's cancer dr kept my inlaws chasing treatments and dangling The Cure until, literally, he pulled the rug out from under them and admitted it was over. On Tuesday, he was still dangling the SC transplant; Wednesday was, "it's not possible, I'm taking you off everything."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of it being months to live, it was weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he couldn't live life then. He was too sick, the cancer was too advanced. Basically, he was let out of the hospital to die at home. There was no going on one last vacation. He could barely go to the grocery store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But he learned to play a chord on his new banjo. And he talked sense to Cody. And he saw his family constantly. And he treasured each Christmas card sent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just 39 days later, Dad died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now, we can see he lived life for a very long time. I just wish he'd been able to live it to the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:sheilamcoburn@yahoo.com"&gt;The Last of Sheila (Coburn)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7058315452807764736-7989124872632862497?l=lastofsheila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastofsheila.blogspot.com/feeds/7989124872632862497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7058315452807764736&amp;postID=7989124872632862497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058315452807764736/posts/default/7989124872632862497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058315452807764736/posts/default/7989124872632862497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastofsheila.blogspot.com/2009/01/patrick-swayze-says-it-right.html' title='Patrick Swayze says it right...'/><author><name>Sheila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058315452807764736.post-6397181713464162416</id><published>2009-01-06T12:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T13:28:24.357-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Did I miss last year's"2-month curse" memo?</title><content type='html'>June 2, 2008 - my fatcat, Dalton, died&lt;br /&gt;then, 2 months and 27 days later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aug. 29, 2008 - Gramma died (cancer)&lt;br /&gt;then, 2 months and 3 days later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nov. 1, 2008 - my brother, Scott, died (heart attack)&lt;br /&gt;then, 2 months and 2 days later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jan. 3, 2009 - my father-in-law died (cancer)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:sheilamcoburn@yahoo.com"&gt;The Last of Sheila (Coburn)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7058315452807764736-6397181713464162416?l=lastofsheila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastofsheila.blogspot.com/feeds/6397181713464162416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7058315452807764736&amp;postID=6397181713464162416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058315452807764736/posts/default/6397181713464162416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058315452807764736/posts/default/6397181713464162416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastofsheila.blogspot.com/2009/01/two-months.html' title='Did I miss last year&apos;s&quot;2-month curse&quot; memo?'/><author><name>Sheila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058315452807764736.post-8407211035338090799</id><published>2009-01-01T09:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T10:04:25.113-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ringing in 2009 with just Karina and me</title><content type='html'>Dad (AKA my father-in-law) has made it to 2009. YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rick has been at his parents since Monday. Karina and I didn't head up because Dad gets emotional about everybody being there. As he's losing his strength and energy, he's also experiencing his dignity being severely tested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He doesn't need to feel like he's got an audience. Especially when he goes into memory lapses or starts crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rick has so much to deal with and it was hard for us to mutually decide to be apart right now. I want to be there for him and our family, not for me but for them. (My grieving process is more internal, I prefer to be alone.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our love is incredibly secure, so there are no worries or questions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ringing in 2009 with Karina showed me how wonderful and strong of a relationship we have. She could have done a dozen other things with other people, but claims she preferred being at home with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's a beautiful way to start the New Year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:sheilamcoburn@yahoo.com"&gt;The Last of Sheila (Coburn)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7058315452807764736-8407211035338090799?l=lastofsheila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastofsheila.blogspot.com/feeds/8407211035338090799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7058315452807764736&amp;postID=8407211035338090799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058315452807764736/posts/default/8407211035338090799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058315452807764736/posts/default/8407211035338090799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastofsheila.blogspot.com/2009/01/ringing-in-2009-with-just-karina-and-me.html' title='Ringing in 2009 with just Karina and me'/><author><name>Sheila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058315452807764736.post-3748466717199045101</id><published>2008-12-30T03:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T03:34:13.336-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My 2008 in review</title><content type='html'>10. Rick and I celebrated our 11th wedding anniversary.&lt;br /&gt;9. I was promoted to branch manager.&lt;br /&gt;8. Cody and Karina graduated high school.&lt;br /&gt;7. Karina went off to college on the other side of the state. Cody moved in with us, but it staying with Rick's parents to help with Rick's dad. Cody is currently looking into the military.&lt;br /&gt;6. Dalton, my fat cat, died.&lt;br /&gt;5. Karina was diagnosed with optic neuritis. After much testing, she was given a current clean bill on multiple sclerosis. After 3 months, her vision had returned to (her new) normal. And she is no longer afraid of needles.&lt;br /&gt;4. Rick's grandmother (his dad's mom) died. She was his only grandparent left.&lt;br /&gt;3. My father in law was declared cancer free in late February. In early April the NH lymphoma had returned with a vengeance. Last month, we learned it is fatal. Rick is up there right now, it's near.&lt;br /&gt;2. My oldest brother died of cardiomyopathy. He was only 44. With the hereditary link so strong (grandfather, mom and brother), I finally went in for evaluation. Testing is pending due to job conflicts.&lt;br /&gt;1. After receiving the call about my oldest brother, my parents immediately reconciled with my other brother and are now on good speaking terms with each of their remaining kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:sheilamcoburn@yahoo.com"&gt;The Last of Sheila (Coburn)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7058315452807764736-3748466717199045101?l=lastofsheila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastofsheila.blogspot.com/feeds/3748466717199045101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7058315452807764736&amp;postID=3748466717199045101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058315452807764736/posts/default/3748466717199045101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058315452807764736/posts/default/3748466717199045101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastofsheila.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-2008-in-review.html' title='My 2008 in review'/><author><name>Sheila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058315452807764736.post-5513576966107527853</id><published>2008-12-17T04:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T05:03:41.263-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is crazy!</title><content type='html'>As someone who works within the mortgage industry (but whose financial institution will never see a penny of The Big Bailout of 2008), I am simply appalled by the mortgages being handed out to the 48039 ZIP code.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the &lt;a href="http://publicdeeds.stclaircounty.org"&gt;mortgage amounts I have researched&lt;/a&gt; are tens of thousands more than the doubled SEVs for the same property!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ex: SEV is $48,000. Value SHOULD be $96,000. The mortgage is for $120,000. It's NOT on the water. House is under 900 sq ft. and not well-kept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Several foreclosures within 3 BLOCKS. One is just a few doors down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is exactly what got the greedy mortgage companies into their debacle! Absolutely crazy! Maybe the owners can afford their payment, but they are so upside-down on their house, it's pathetic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Monthly payment&lt;/strong&gt; (before taxes and insurance):&lt;br /&gt;$120,000 @ 7.25% for 30 years = $818.61&lt;br /&gt;(total interest = $174,701.40 ; total payments = $294,701.40 )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;or&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;$96,000 @ 7.25% for 30 years = $654.89&lt;br /&gt;(total interest = $139,759.25, ; total payments =  $235,759.25)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It would take the homeowners &lt;u&gt;13 years&lt;/u&gt; before they hit the $96,000 mark because they financed $120,000. Plus, they would save nearly $60,000 in interest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, maybe the company let them over-mortgage, so they can make their mortgage payment for a few years? Over-mortgage to pad their "savings account."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pay 7.25% in interest. Earn maybe 1% in savings dividends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YIKES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:sheilamcoburn@yahoo.com"&gt;The Last of Sheila (Coburn)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7058315452807764736-5513576966107527853?l=lastofsheila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastofsheila.blogspot.com/feeds/5513576966107527853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7058315452807764736&amp;postID=5513576966107527853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058315452807764736/posts/default/5513576966107527853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058315452807764736/posts/default/5513576966107527853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastofsheila.blogspot.com/2008/12/this-is-crazy.html' title='This is crazy!'/><author><name>Sheila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058315452807764736.post-5598666010504756272</id><published>2008-12-16T04:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T04:18:40.664-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cherish your child(ren) every moment possible</title><content type='html'>My heart and prayers go out to the friends and family of Jessica Clemente, a student at MCHS who died unexpectedly there the other day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Positively tragic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really puts things into perspective. Nothing else matters more. Love. Cherish. Don't procrastinate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:sheilamcoburn@yahoo.com"&gt;The Last of Sheila (Coburn)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7058315452807764736-5598666010504756272?l=lastofsheila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastofsheila.blogspot.com/feeds/5598666010504756272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7058315452807764736&amp;postID=5598666010504756272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058315452807764736/posts/default/5598666010504756272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058315452807764736/posts/default/5598666010504756272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastofsheila.blogspot.com/2008/12/cherish-your-children-every-moment.html' title='Cherish your child(ren) every moment possible'/><author><name>Sheila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058315452807764736.post-966013233187412117</id><published>2008-12-16T04:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T04:05:25.084-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alien or Photoshop?</title><content type='html'>This is one &lt;a href="http://www.abcnews.go.com/Business/popup?id=3035577&amp;contentIndex=1&amp;start=false&amp;page=7"&gt;SCARY pic&lt;/a&gt; of Nicole Kidman. Or is in an alien? Only Photoshop knows for sure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:sheilamcoburn@yahoo.com"&gt;The Last of Sheila (Coburn)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7058315452807764736-966013233187412117?l=lastofsheila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastofsheila.blogspot.com/feeds/966013233187412117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7058315452807764736&amp;postID=966013233187412117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058315452807764736/posts/default/966013233187412117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058315452807764736/posts/default/966013233187412117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastofsheila.blogspot.com/2008/12/alien-or-photoshop.html' title='Alien or Photoshop?'/><author><name>Sheila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058315452807764736.post-5781461831296392687</id><published>2008-12-14T18:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T18:21:46.775-08:00</updated><title type='text'>An impossible question</title><content type='html'>Today, my mother-in-law, sister-in-law and I pondered if it is easier to know when someone you love is dying, or if it is easier to have someone you love die unexpectedly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, I've dealt with both. Neither is easier for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's such a range of emotions knowing your loved one is dying soon. Every moment is a bittersweet memory. Thank God you had it, but it's a painful reminder, too. You are powerless, so every possible wish is granted. Every wrong is forgotten. Time is so short, the little stuff doesn't matter. What matters is LOVING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole family was there last night. We made LOTS of memories. We laughed til we cried watching old Christmas videos with Dad wearing his HO hat. The grandkids all small and excited about Santa's visit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend Dad received his Christmas present from all his kids...a brand new banjo. He's always wanted to learn to play. It's on his BUCKET LIST. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Likewise, it's such a range of emotions to have a loved one die unexpectedly. So many words weren't spoken. So many regrets, not just about missing the BUCKET LIST. Just one more day. Just one more hour. Just one more MINUTE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so sorry, Scott. Just one minute more and I'd have fit in enough for both of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:sheilamcoburn@yahoo.com"&gt;The Last of Sheila (Coburn)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7058315452807764736-5781461831296392687?l=lastofsheila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastofsheila.blogspot.com/feeds/5781461831296392687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7058315452807764736&amp;postID=5781461831296392687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058315452807764736/posts/default/5781461831296392687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058315452807764736/posts/default/5781461831296392687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastofsheila.blogspot.com/2008/12/impossible-question.html' title='An impossible question'/><author><name>Sheila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058315452807764736.post-4987014796344718294</id><published>2008-11-30T08:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T08:41:24.396-08:00</updated><title type='text'>__/\__/\______________</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was my birthday, but I kept remembering my brother. He will never have another birthday. He will forever be 44, although I picture him best in his 20s. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was driving I-75 in Oakland County, which I haven't done in that area since rushing to the hospital the day he died. Then, last night, I was watching a movie with a flat-line scene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I just sobbed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:sheilamcoburn@yahoo.com"&gt;The Last of Sheila (Coburn)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7058315452807764736-4987014796344718294?l=lastofsheila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastofsheila.blogspot.com/feeds/4987014796344718294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7058315452807764736&amp;postID=4987014796344718294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058315452807764736/posts/default/4987014796344718294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058315452807764736/posts/default/4987014796344718294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastofsheila.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-post.html' title='__/\__/\______________'/><author><name>Sheila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058315452807764736.post-8819082268483375688</id><published>2008-11-28T06:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T07:21:30.001-08:00</updated><title type='text'>An open letter to my husband's exwife</title><content type='html'>You screwed up. It wasn't recently, over even last year, but started many years ago. I know, I saw it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For too long, you let Cody rule. Then, when he is getting ready to graduate high school, you try to rein him in? IT'S TOO LATE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You complain about him not respecting you. You whine about how much money he costs...he is how YOU made him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is so much like you. Ask anyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't blame Rick. You always went against everything he suggested. Don't even blame Cody. He learned it from watching you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rick is a great father. The best. I've seen him with Karina for many years now. I've seen him with Cody. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cody has the best of 2 worlds. He has 2 sets of parents who love him very much. Sure, Cody was "a child of divorce." Of course, not an easy way of life. But it all depends on how the child is raised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karina, by birthright, should be much more screwed up than Cody. Instead, she embraced the love given to her. Everything else, she had to earn...allowance, trust, respect. She did chores, she did well in her classes, she respected others, she abided by our rules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, we have a daughter who we can trust. As she got older and showed more maturity, the rules were relaxed, but NOT dismissed. Even being away at college, she knows to check in with us. When she comes home, she is free to come and go, but we are kept informed with whom, where and when to expect her back. She is responsible enough to know automatic chores, like letting the dog out, doing her own laundry and even taking the garbage out to the road. That was how she was trained, just like after dinner, the table gets cleaned up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She doesn't expect handouts or pricey items to show off. She never has expected her parents to be ATMs. Every time she is given money, she says, "Thank you." Basic courtesy. I remember having to teach Cody to say those words, along with "please," "excuse me" and "no thank you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cody was never given consistency. Your rules fluctuated. When you were called to the school, he didn't have consequences. That's YOUR bad. Rick was not kept in the loop by you. Instead, Cody was allowed to spiral out of control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The relationship you have with Cody is how you chose to make it many years ago. I can tell you that you will live to regret this &lt;em&gt;show&lt;/em&gt; of "tough love."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rick and I are going to do what we can to undo the years of your "parenting." As someone who has gone MANY years without speaking to her family, I can honestly tell you that it would kill me to be rejected by my daughter. You may be OK with your high and mighty attitude now, but God forbid, if something happens to you...or to your only child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you EVER thought, "what if these are our last words?" Could you be at peace with yourself if this is how it all ends? Think about it. It happened to my parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Real parents don't write their kid off because they are kicking them out when the 18-year-old kid won't abide by "the rules" (which were ridiculously more lax when they were in 17 and in high school!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope, the issue is less with Cody and mostly about you. Cody is coming here KNOWING I'm a "tyrant." That's darn pathetic. You screwed up many years ago. Don't try to blame anyone else until you accept it yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:sheilamcoburn@yahoo.com"&gt;The Last of Sheila (Coburn)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7058315452807764736-8819082268483375688?l=lastofsheila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastofsheila.blogspot.com/feeds/8819082268483375688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7058315452807764736&amp;postID=8819082268483375688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058315452807764736/posts/default/8819082268483375688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058315452807764736/posts/default/8819082268483375688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastofsheila.blogspot.com/2008/11/open-letter-to-my-husbands-exwife.html' title='An open letter to my husband&apos;s exwife'/><author><name>Sheila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058315452807764736.post-4232425627763281790</id><published>2008-11-28T04:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T04:19:24.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'>End of days</title><content type='html'>My father-in-law has been given 3 months to live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cancer is winning. The chemo hasn't worked a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rick said the family dinner yesterday was full of laughs and tears. Like the coming days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:sheilamcoburn@yahoo.com"&gt;The Last of Sheila (Coburn)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7058315452807764736-4232425627763281790?l=lastofsheila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastofsheila.blogspot.com/feeds/4232425627763281790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7058315452807764736&amp;postID=4232425627763281790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058315452807764736/posts/default/4232425627763281790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058315452807764736/posts/default/4232425627763281790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastofsheila.blogspot.com/2008/11/end-of-days.html' title='End of days'/><author><name>Sheila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058315452807764736.post-6826782551854995875</id><published>2008-11-27T05:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T05:53:09.643-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Thanksgiving!</title><content type='html'>Besides sleeping in, I'm thankful for LOTS this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband (Rick), my kids (Cody and Karina), my families, my friends, my job, my home, my employees, my coworkers, my car, the usuals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm grateful also for falling gas prices, AMTRAK, digital cameras, Diet Coke, dollar menu items, the Net, 90210 reruns and funny jokes. Consignment shops, venison, HGTV, Lenscrafters (glasses in an hour) and GLAAD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 4 cats and dog, Niko. Because of them, I am NEVER alone. Not right now, not when I go into the bathroom. Stalking laws don't apply to pets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I cannot forget BLACK, the slimming color! THANK YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:sheilamcoburn@yahoo.com"&gt;The Last of Sheila (Coburn)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7058315452807764736-6826782551854995875?l=lastofsheila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastofsheila.blogspot.com/feeds/6826782551854995875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7058315452807764736&amp;postID=6826782551854995875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058315452807764736/posts/default/6826782551854995875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058315452807764736/posts/default/6826782551854995875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastofsheila.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-thanksgiving.html' title='Happy Thanksgiving!'/><author><name>Sheila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058315452807764736.post-3104991122045076257</id><published>2008-11-24T05:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T05:37:35.189-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday plans</title><content type='html'>Karina and I have decided to go out for Thanksgiving dinner. We aren't eating at home or with family. We aren't making dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a first for us, so it is very special. My parents and Rick's parents are less than thrilled because we could go there. My assistant invited me to her house where she is putting on dinner for 13.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonderful offers, but this is what we want. It's pretty different, so maybe it will make us appreciate staying home more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:sheilamcoburn@yahoo.com"&gt;The Last of Sheila (Coburn)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7058315452807764736-3104991122045076257?l=lastofsheila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastofsheila.blogspot.com/feeds/3104991122045076257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7058315452807764736&amp;postID=3104991122045076257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058315452807764736/posts/default/3104991122045076257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058315452807764736/posts/default/3104991122045076257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastofsheila.blogspot.com/2008/11/holiday-plans.html' title='Holiday plans'/><author><name>Sheila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058315452807764736.post-8250670921155421464</id><published>2008-11-23T05:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T05:24:10.469-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A true Secret Santa</title><content type='html'>My staff decided that instead of Secret Santa for each other, we are going to take that money and adopt families in need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We have enough." "That's the spirit of Christmas!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was such a proud moment for me during the staff meeting. When other depts heard about it, they wanted in, too. Of course, they are still doing their Secret Santa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The atmosphere is electric with the happiness and stresslessness of this decision. No worries about impressing other people or hurt feelings. It's not about us, it's about GIVING TO OTHERS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a happy holiday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:sheilamcoburn@yahoo.com"&gt;The Last of Sheila (Coburn)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7058315452807764736-8250670921155421464?l=lastofsheila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastofsheila.blogspot.com/feeds/8250670921155421464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7058315452807764736&amp;postID=8250670921155421464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058315452807764736/posts/default/8250670921155421464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058315452807764736/posts/default/8250670921155421464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastofsheila.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-staff-decided-that-instead-of-secret.html' title='A true Secret Santa'/><author><name>Sheila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058315452807764736.post-7046628703475149799</id><published>2008-11-21T18:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T18:58:13.911-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It can never be said enough...</title><content type='html'>Every day, I miss my daughter. (Thank goodness for cellphones, Facebook and e-mail!)Karina is such a dynamic force with a subtlety that never ceases to amaze everyone who meets her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I miss our nightly chats while she walks all over her mama - literally, to adjust my back as only SHE can - it makes me so proud to see her growing up. Challenging herself academically with not just 1 major, not just 2, but THREE majors!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's darn impressive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How brave is it that she left home for a school where she knew no one? A hundred miles from home? Not to follow a man, but to do her own thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's becoming an activist for causes she believes in, instead of becoming a bigot. She voted without complaint, she understands her civic duty. Her eyes are truly opening to the whole world, not just the little community with her high school or college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, she's not living in the REAL world. She doesn't have to pay her own bills. She doesn't have a real job. But what she has...OPPORTUNITIES...never goes to her head. There's no entitlement, no Princess complex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was pregnant, I knew she was a girl. Never asked during ultrasounds. Didn't think about a boy name. I just knew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I have that same feeling now with her. I just know. But even more than that, I believe in her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:sheilamcoburn@yahoo.com"&gt;The Last of Sheila (Coburn)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7058315452807764736-7046628703475149799?l=lastofsheila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastofsheila.blogspot.com/feeds/7046628703475149799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7058315452807764736&amp;postID=7046628703475149799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058315452807764736/posts/default/7046628703475149799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058315452807764736/posts/default/7046628703475149799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastofsheila.blogspot.com/2008/11/it-can-never-be-said-enough.html' title='It can never be said enough...'/><author><name>Sheila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058315452807764736.post-1922691543019490297</id><published>2008-11-20T03:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T04:09:40.064-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A day off...</title><content type='html'>Finally got around to watching Hellboy 2 last night. Good popcorn and Junior Mints movie. Left wide open for another sequel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chatted with my mother-in-law on IM, also. There are complications with my father-in-law's cancer treatment. Rick doesn't know yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I have to say that it is wonderful to be married to a man who I trust implicitly! He's gone for 3 weeks and I have no worries. Sometimes, he's a moron, but so am I. Seriously, I cannot imagine having to stay married to a liar just because of the economy. And I thought I had self-esteem issues back in the day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finished up re-arranging my kitchen yesterday before heading to lunch with a friend. Found some great Elvis Christmas cards at Kmart, so I bought a pack. My mom and Karina will be impressed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:sheilamcoburn@yahoo.com"&gt;The Last of Sheila (Coburn)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7058315452807764736-1922691543019490297?l=lastofsheila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastofsheila.blogspot.com/feeds/1922691543019490297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7058315452807764736&amp;postID=1922691543019490297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058315452807764736/posts/default/1922691543019490297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058315452807764736/posts/default/1922691543019490297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastofsheila.blogspot.com/2008/11/day-off.html' title='A day off...'/><author><name>Sheila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058315452807764736.post-6713773728066334387</id><published>2008-11-19T20:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T20:57:22.305-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Somebody call The Wizard!</title><content type='html'>This poor 14-year-old girl &lt;a href="http://www.local10.com/health/18015265/detail.html"&gt;lived 114 days&lt;/a&gt; without a heart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she had a form of cardiomyopathy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:sheilamcoburn@yahoo.com"&gt;The Last of Sheila (Coburn)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7058315452807764736-6713773728066334387?l=lastofsheila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastofsheila.blogspot.com/feeds/6713773728066334387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7058315452807764736&amp;postID=6713773728066334387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058315452807764736/posts/default/6713773728066334387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058315452807764736/posts/default/6713773728066334387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastofsheila.blogspot.com/2008/11/somebody-call-wizard.html' title='Somebody call The Wizard!'/><author><name>Sheila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058315452807764736.post-1795772466892313534</id><published>2008-11-15T07:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T07:54:54.269-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Venison Day!</title><content type='html'>Rick got (me) a 6-point at 10 a.m. I love it when he gets one on Opening Day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for the burger and summer sausage. Chili and sloppy joes just aren't the same without venison burger!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:sheilamcoburn@yahoo.com"&gt;The Last of Sheila (Coburn)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7058315452807764736-1795772466892313534?l=lastofsheila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastofsheila.blogspot.com/feeds/1795772466892313534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7058315452807764736&amp;postID=1795772466892313534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058315452807764736/posts/default/1795772466892313534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058315452807764736/posts/default/1795772466892313534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastofsheila.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-venison-day.html' title='Happy Venison Day!'/><author><name>Sheila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058315452807764736.post-2480855998925789166</id><published>2008-11-14T07:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T07:56:29.266-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Proactive, not reactive, especially not OVERREACTIVE!</title><content type='html'>My cardiologist appt is now for Tuesday, Dec. 9.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been reading up on cardiomyopathy. Unlike with other possible ailments I've faced in my life, this time I can't rule it out entirely. Not that I'm diagnosing myself with a heart condition, but thanks to the Net, I was very prepared when the opthamaologist said Karina had optic neuritis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those words weren't as scary as hearing "possible MS."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when the tumor was removed from my head, I wasn't freaking out about it being cancerous. That worry was barely there. My main concern was the nerves that the tumor was around and near. A millimeter off by my surgeon and I could have lost my hearing, vision or facial nerves on my left side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as I went under for that procedure, my main worry, if I recall correctly, was more about PURPLE VELVET DRESSES. So, yeah, cancer fears weren't even in my subconscious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty good at internet doctoring. It's about being informed of the possibilities, knowing what to expect, not hearing a possible condition and feeling like somebody just strapped a ticking time bomb to your chest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I much prefer my reaction to feel like I was punched in the gut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:sheilamcoburn@yahoo.com"&gt;The Last of Sheila (Coburn)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7058315452807764736-2480855998925789166?l=lastofsheila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastofsheila.blogspot.com/feeds/2480855998925789166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7058315452807764736&amp;postID=2480855998925789166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058315452807764736/posts/default/2480855998925789166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058315452807764736/posts/default/2480855998925789166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastofsheila.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-cardiologist-appt-is-now-for-tuesday.html' title='Proactive, not reactive, especially not OVERREACTIVE!'/><author><name>Sheila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058315452807764736.post-4948623097469087660</id><published>2008-11-13T23:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T03:41:44.343-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Losing my religion</title><content type='html'>As if Catholics don't already have pedophile issues and declining enrollment in churches, which they are consolidating!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to this wack-job priest, &lt;a href="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/27705755/"&gt;Catholics who voted for Prez-elect Obama should NOT receive communion&lt;/a&gt;. All because Obama is prochoice, which is very bad according to The Catholic Church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, "MURDER."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to this wack-job, the vote ONLY hinged on abortion. Forget that McCain supported the death penalty. And vowed to continue GWB's wars, which have killed thousands of innocent people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, "MURDER."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:sheilamcoburn@yahoo.com"&gt;The Last of Sheila (Coburn)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7058315452807764736-4948623097469087660?l=lastofsheila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastofsheila.blogspot.com/feeds/4948623097469087660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7058315452807764736&amp;postID=4948623097469087660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058315452807764736/posts/default/4948623097469087660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058315452807764736/posts/default/4948623097469087660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastofsheila.blogspot.com/2008/11/losing-my-religion.html' title='Losing my religion'/><author><name>Sheila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058315452807764736.post-1562908678879383824</id><published>2008-11-12T23:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T03:38:23.953-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My weekend</title><content type='html'>I think I want a new set of china. Gonna hit my favorite consignment shop Saturday afternoon. (No, it's not for Thanksgiving. I just love china sets.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe do some Christmas shopping. Make a fire and drink a warm cappucino while watching the summer junk mail burn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe I'll just sit in front of my puter and eat Cheezits and drink Diet Cherry Coke. For a change of scenery, flip on the TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying for a nice and quiet weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:sheilamcoburn@yahoo.com"&gt;The Last of Sheila (Coburn)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7058315452807764736-1562908678879383824?l=lastofsheila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastofsheila.blogspot.com/feeds/1562908678879383824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7058315452807764736&amp;postID=1562908678879383824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058315452807764736/posts/default/1562908678879383824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058315452807764736/posts/default/1562908678879383824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastofsheila.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-weekend.html' title='My weekend'/><author><name>Sheila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058315452807764736.post-1780742571311854544</id><published>2008-11-10T15:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T16:08:45.795-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who's he?</title><content type='html'>A very &lt;a href="http://goliath.ecnext.com/coms2/gi_0199-3506446/NEWSWEEK-COVER-Who-s-Next.html"&gt;interesting find&lt;/a&gt; today in my mag collection of yesteryear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://markc1.typepad.com/relentlesslyoptimistic/images/barak_newsweek.jpg"&gt;January 3, 2005 cover of Newsweek&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The WHO'S NEXT issue&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2005&lt;br /&gt;Barack Obama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Rising Star Who Wants to Get Beyond Blue vs. Red&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SEEING PURPLE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:sheilamcoburn@yahoo.com"&gt;The Last of Sheila (Coburn)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7058315452807764736-1780742571311854544?l=lastofsheila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastofsheila.blogspot.com/feeds/1780742571311854544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7058315452807764736&amp;postID=1780742571311854544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058315452807764736/posts/default/1780742571311854544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058315452807764736/posts/default/1780742571311854544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastofsheila.blogspot.com/2008/11/whos-he.html' title='Who&apos;s he?'/><author><name>Sheila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058315452807764736.post-7251185676962606944</id><published>2008-11-09T16:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T16:57:19.078-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's too late</title><content type='html'>I've often wondered why, suddenly, I will just want to cry about my brother. It takes a few deep breaths to calm down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seemed phony, since it'd been many years since we'd spoken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now, we will NEVER speak again. Neither will he speak again to my parents. It's too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He will never see his son again. His son will never see him again. It's too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His son missed the family service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My other brother was there when it happened. I hate that he has that guilt of not saving him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm scared that I might have the condition, too. What if I do and passed it along to Karina?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It killed my brother, nearly killed my mother. But, at least, it's NOT too late for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:sheilamcoburn@yahoo.com"&gt;The Last of Sheila (Coburn)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7058315452807764736-7251185676962606944?l=lastofsheila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastofsheila.blogspot.com/feeds/7251185676962606944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7058315452807764736&amp;postID=7251185676962606944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058315452807764736/posts/default/7251185676962606944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058315452807764736/posts/default/7251185676962606944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastofsheila.blogspot.com/2008/11/its-too-late.html' title='It&apos;s too late'/><author><name>Sheila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058315452807764736.post-1270216107922691602</id><published>2008-11-07T03:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T04:20:22.199-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rumors</title><content type='html'>A cardiologist appt has been made for me. Next month. I hate waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all the ugly "unnamed" rumors coming out about Sarah Palin by McCain's people, it sure is a good thing that McCain didn't win the election! That would have been UGLY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can we agree that conservative Republicans picked her as his VP candidate because they were counting on him not making it through his term?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:sheilamcoburn@yahoo.com"&gt;The Last of Sheila (Coburn)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7058315452807764736-1270216107922691602?l=lastofsheila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastofsheila.blogspot.com/feeds/1270216107922691602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7058315452807764736&amp;postID=1270216107922691602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058315452807764736/posts/default/1270216107922691602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058315452807764736/posts/default/1270216107922691602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastofsheila.blogspot.com/2008/11/rumors.html' title='Rumors'/><author><name>Sheila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058315452807764736.post-2813813862391669494</id><published>2008-11-06T03:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T03:36:08.191-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Think about it...</title><content type='html'>It never ceases to amaze me how, in this day and age, few financial institutions are actually on "real time." This is a good question to ask when opening a new account. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many do not immediately credit your account for cash deposits or cash loan payments made into their own branch (NOT including ATMs.) Instead, they are a day behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's even more antiquated when you go in at 4 p.m. and they are already on the next biz day! I understand that Saturday is generally not treated as a biz day (since the Feds are closed), but IMHO, if you are just depositing cash or making a cash loan payment, it should be IMMEDIATE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is advantageous to the financial institution. They get to sit on deposits and collect interest, while not PAYING interest until the next biz day. Sure, your $100 isn't much, but multiply that by 5000 other customers doing the same thing and it's darn ugly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The banks are betting that you will incur one of their hefty fees; even though the money is in your account, it's still "pending." Not yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, call your financial institution and ask them just to be informed about your current account. And call some others to find out their policy. You might be surprised!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:sheilamcoburn@yahoo.com"&gt;The Last of Sheila (Coburn)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7058315452807764736-2813813862391669494?l=lastofsheila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastofsheila.blogspot.com/feeds/2813813862391669494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7058315452807764736&amp;postID=2813813862391669494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058315452807764736/posts/default/2813813862391669494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058315452807764736/posts/default/2813813862391669494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastofsheila.blogspot.com/2008/11/think-about-it.html' title='Think about it...'/><author><name>Sheila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058315452807764736.post-1774193122778136060</id><published>2008-11-05T04:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T04:27:06.182-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My political views</title><content type='html'>As I watched John McCain's concession speech last night, I was grateful he wasn't giving his acceptance monologue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah Palin was a BAD choice by the GOP. McCain was stupid for going along with it. Up til Aug 29, he WAS a maverick. With her, it became evident that he was just a puppet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the boos that strategically interrupted McCain, Palin smiled. She sure did keep her distance from McCain, which leads me to believe no bond had been forged btwn the two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, Palin can go back to Alaska. Maybe study up on international affairs while she (admittedly) puts on her heels and lipstick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did find it interesting how many Republicans I personally know who bashed Hillary Clinton for seeking the nomination and felt women should be at home taking care of their husband and kids, but these same people were so excited about Palin! Family values! She has 5 kids!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, these are the same Republicans who helped bashed McCain back in 2000.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe now, he can go back to being The Maverick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:sheilamcoburn@yahoo.com"&gt;The Last of Sheila (Coburn)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7058315452807764736-1774193122778136060?l=lastofsheila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastofsheila.blogspot.com/feeds/1774193122778136060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7058315452807764736&amp;postID=1774193122778136060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058315452807764736/posts/default/1774193122778136060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058315452807764736/posts/default/1774193122778136060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastofsheila.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-political-views.html' title='My political views'/><author><name>Sheila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058315452807764736.post-2189158726429251328</id><published>2008-11-04T23:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T03:08:05.722-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The obit makes everything so final.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="mailto:sheilamcoburn@yahoo.com"&gt;The Last of Sheila (Coburn)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7058315452807764736-2189158726429251328?l=lastofsheila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastofsheila.blogspot.com/feeds/2189158726429251328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7058315452807764736&amp;postID=2189158726429251328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058315452807764736/posts/default/2189158726429251328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058315452807764736/posts/default/2189158726429251328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastofsheila.blogspot.com/2008/11/obit-makes-everything-so-final.html' title='The obit makes everything so final.'/><author><name>Sheila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058315452807764736.post-3291195621872172597</id><published>2008-11-03T23:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T04:12:25.858-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scattered updates</title><content type='html'>I went to work today. Crazy as it seemed, it helped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Major updates are:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Scott's son found out today.&lt;br /&gt;2. Scott's body will be donated to a medical university. Or, as I prefer to joke, my brother is finally going to college!&lt;br /&gt;3. I picked up Karina last night and we are heading to my parents tomorrow after I vote. She will spend the rest of the week with them. My mom needs her.&lt;br /&gt;4. I am making a cardiologist appt today. My brother and my mom have the same heart condition, which is hereditary. Scott was in relatively good shape. I want to rule it out for me.&lt;br /&gt;5. My friend Jana asked me about the memorial service. Despite never meeting my brother or family, she was going to drive 100 miles to share her condolences...for me. She is just one of several friends that I am lucky enough to call my "chosen family."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:sheilamcoburn@yahoo.com"&gt;The Last of Sheila (Coburn)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7058315452807764736-3291195621872172597?l=lastofsheila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastofsheila.blogspot.com/feeds/3291195621872172597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7058315452807764736&amp;postID=3291195621872172597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058315452807764736/posts/default/3291195621872172597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058315452807764736/posts/default/3291195621872172597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastofsheila.blogspot.com/2008/11/scattered-updates.html' title='Scattered updates'/><author><name>Sheila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058315452807764736.post-2466131513254713760</id><published>2008-11-02T03:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T03:56:53.462-08:00</updated><title type='text'>RIP, Scott (1964-2008)</title><content type='html'>Saturday morning my mom called to tell me that my oldest brother, Scott, was in the hospital. It was serious.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Friday night, my two older brothers went to dinner together. Right after eating a steak dinner, Scott had a massive heart attack. We made the family decision to not let him suffer. My other brother, Curt, lived with Scott and it was what he wanted. Scott's organs were shutting down despite the life support machines.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;In January 2007, my mom was diagnosed with cardiomyopathy. Friday night, my parents found out that Scott was also diagnosed with the same heart condition last year. Scott did not have health insurance, so he was not lucky enough to receive the same care as my mother. He had stents put in because the defibulator was denied. According to Curt, Scott did take his condition seriously and quit his vices cold turkey: smoking and drinking.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, my family is not close. It has been YEARS since I've spoken with my brothers. No reason, unlike my parents not speaking either of their sons. My parents actually live only 3 blocks from my brothers, but did not know it.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I made an effort several times over the years, but nothing ever panned out. We were never raised that family is important. That "simple" concept is something that I learned at the age of 24, when I met Rick.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Scott COULD have been alive today if my family wasn't so stubborn and prideful. We could have worked together to make sure Scott received the proper care. We could have shared information. We could have supported him, emotionally and financially.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;None of that happened. There were no final words of love spoken btwn Scott and us, his family. Scott has a son who is incarcerated and will not find out about his dad until today), but he wasn't married. He didn't have a girlfriend either. Curt lived with him to assist him because Scott had another heart surgery and hernia surgery this past summer. Still no insurance.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;There are a lot of regrets and guilt. I cannot imagine what my parents are going through right now. My mom, sister and I stayed once the morphine drip started and the machines were turned off. My dad and Curt had to leave for it, it was their way of coping, too. I held his right hand when his heart beat for the last time. I don't remember the last time I'd held my big brother's hand, but even after all these years, it was still bigger than mine.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Hopefully, Scott knew and is at peace. There has only been forgiveness. I pray Curt lets us into his life, even after the memorial. I don't want him going down that lonely road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:sheilamcoburn@yahoo.com"&gt;The Last of Sheila (Coburn)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7058315452807764736-2466131513254713760?l=lastofsheila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastofsheila.blogspot.com/feeds/2466131513254713760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7058315452807764736&amp;postID=2466131513254713760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058315452807764736/posts/default/2466131513254713760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058315452807764736/posts/default/2466131513254713760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastofsheila.blogspot.com/2008/11/rip-scott-1964-2008.html' title='RIP, Scott (1964-2008)'/><author><name>Sheila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058315452807764736.post-7312175135022476287</id><published>2008-10-31T04:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T04:28:54.864-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not that he's willing to be VP</title><content type='html'>Inferring from John McCain's own statements, Gov. Sarah Palin is more qualified than ANY of the Prez/VP candidates to be President.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all, she was a Wasilla council member for 4 years, mayor of Wasilla for 6 years and has been gov of Alaska for 2 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;McCain, Obama and Biden have just been senators. McCain was a Rep for 4 years and Senator for 22 years (including many campaign years) Obama has been a Senator for 4 years (including campaign years) and Biden has been a city council member for 2 years and a Senator for 36 years (including campaign years).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe John is giving credit to her Miss Congeniality award and Miss Wasilla 1984 title?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If Palin is more qualified to be Prez than Biden, then according to McCain's own logic, McCain should have deferred the nomination to her and signed on to be Palin's VP. Right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is &lt;a href="http://www.tampabays10.com/news/mostpop/story.aspx?storyid=93204&amp;provider=top"&gt;an article&lt;/a&gt; that scares me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:sheilamcoburn@yahoo.com"&gt;The Last of Sheila (Coburn)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7058315452807764736-7312175135022476287?l=lastofsheila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastofsheila.blogspot.com/feeds/7312175135022476287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7058315452807764736&amp;postID=7312175135022476287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058315452807764736/posts/default/7312175135022476287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058315452807764736/posts/default/7312175135022476287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastofsheila.blogspot.com/2008/10/not-that-hes-willing-to-be-vp.html' title='Not that he&apos;s willing to be VP'/><author><name>Sheila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058315452807764736.post-7753479028561627848</id><published>2008-10-24T04:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T04:47:25.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The starter marriage</title><content type='html'>As many of you DON'T know, Peaches Geldof, 19 (and daughter of Bob Geldof), &lt;a href="http://www.nzherald.co.nz/relationships/news/article.cfm?c_id=41&amp;objectid=10538794"&gt;married a few months ago&lt;/a&gt;. She had dated the guy for a week and they got hitched in Vegas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peaches readily admits she does NOT expect the marriage to last. That's more mature and realistic view than most people hold. People are still growing and evolving, even in their 30s and 50s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick Cage and Lisa Marie Presley announced divorce before 4 months, ditto Renee Zellweger and Kenny Chesney. Neither married in Vegas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least if/when Peaches announces her divorce, SHE will be the one saying, "I told you so!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:sheilamcoburn@yahoo.com"&gt;The Last of Sheila (Coburn)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7058315452807764736-7753479028561627848?l=lastofsheila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastofsheila.blogspot.com/feeds/7753479028561627848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7058315452807764736&amp;postID=7753479028561627848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058315452807764736/posts/default/7753479028561627848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058315452807764736/posts/default/7753479028561627848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastofsheila.blogspot.com/2008/10/starter-marriage.html' title='The starter marriage'/><author><name>Sheila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058315452807764736.post-7723194544338551478</id><published>2008-10-21T19:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T19:35:26.305-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a special day because Hallmark says so!</title><content type='html'>Last Saturday was "&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sweetest_Day"&gt;Sweetest Day&lt;/a&gt;," a newer morphed Hallmark holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rick and I don't "celebrate" such a lame occasion. &lt;em&gt;EVERY&lt;/em&gt; day should be Sweetest Day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure, our marriage is still young, early double-digits, but the vows we took far outshine any diamond ring that could grace my fingers. A bouquet of flowers seems so silly compared to the beautiful home and incredible life we have built together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A thousand romantic candlelit dinners cannot bring the happiness of a family dinner spent laughing and talking, when the kids are supposed to be off living their own lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rings, flowers, cards, vows...all of them mean NOTHING to a relationship...MARRIAGE... if there isn't love and trust. Hallmark may be good, but they aren't THAT good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:sheilamcoburn@yahoo.com"&gt;The Last of Sheila (Coburn)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7058315452807764736-7723194544338551478?l=lastofsheila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastofsheila.blogspot.com/feeds/7723194544338551478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7058315452807764736&amp;postID=7723194544338551478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058315452807764736/posts/default/7723194544338551478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058315452807764736/posts/default/7723194544338551478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastofsheila.blogspot.com/2008/10/its-special-day-because-hallmark-says.html' title='It&apos;s a special day because Hallmark says so!'/><author><name>Sheila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058315452807764736.post-2172251914508957585</id><published>2008-10-20T18:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T18:10:06.621-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun senior pics! Taken by family members!</title><content type='html'>WOW! And this is &lt;a href="http://www.jsonline.com/story/index.aspx?id=807756"&gt;a real NEWS STORY!!!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karina was &lt;i&gt;SO&lt;/i&gt; cutting edge last year when I took her senior pics with my &lt;i&gt;digital camera&lt;/i&gt; at the elementary playground in the fall and all around Vegas this past spring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a tip for the parents of seniors: print out extra pics at Walmart or Walgreens and scrapbook the grad invites with them. It's a killer idea, especially for grandparents and the younger kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:sheilamcoburn@yahoo.com"&gt;The Last of Sheila (Coburn)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7058315452807764736-2172251914508957585?l=lastofsheila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastofsheila.blogspot.com/feeds/2172251914508957585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7058315452807764736&amp;postID=2172251914508957585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058315452807764736/posts/default/2172251914508957585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058315452807764736/posts/default/2172251914508957585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastofsheila.blogspot.com/2008/10/fun-senior-pics-taken-by-family-members.html' title='Fun senior pics! Taken by family members!'/><author><name>Sheila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058315452807764736.post-2178585764034704951</id><published>2008-10-19T20:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T20:44:12.837-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My daughter makes me proud</title><content type='html'>Karina has turned into quite the little activist at college. She's an active member of The Alliance Club, which is affiliated with &lt;a href="http://www.glaa.org"&gt;GLAA&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My daughter doesn't understand hate and prejudice based on sexuality. Even though her dating preference is the male gender, Karina still feels compelled to show her support to her friends. Actions speak louder than words, so she attends rallies and works the info booths. No shame, no embarrassment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always preached that if it ain't your sex life, it ain't your biz. You don't judge because of sexual preference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, I've thrown in the reminder to Karina that being friends with a gay man is GREAT because they totally understand how frustrating it can be to love a man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:sheilamcoburn@yahoo.com"&gt;The Last of Sheila (Coburn)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7058315452807764736-2178585764034704951?l=lastofsheila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastofsheila.blogspot.com/feeds/2178585764034704951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7058315452807764736&amp;postID=2178585764034704951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058315452807764736/posts/default/2178585764034704951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058315452807764736/posts/default/2178585764034704951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastofsheila.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-daughter-makes-me-proud.html' title='My daughter makes me proud'/><author><name>Sheila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058315452807764736.post-3710309313468987235</id><published>2008-10-18T22:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T10:04:35.152-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Home is where the Kraft mac'n'chez is!</title><content type='html'>Picked up Karina for midterm break. She's home for a week and we are already having a great time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier this evening, we headed into town to find her a winter coat. There was just one inkling of a possibility at the Mall. I suggested Gander Mountain and there she fell in love with a &lt;a href="http://www.gandermountain.com/modperl/product/details.cgi?i=403192&amp;pdesc=Gander_Mountain_Guide_Series_Womens_TecH2O_Insulated_Parka&amp;cname=Outerwear&amp;aID=501A3&amp;merchID=4006&amp;r=view"&gt;multi-layered camo coat&lt;/a&gt;. She fretted about the price (of course!), but it was too good of a choice to pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, we hit Kroger. Karina wanted "real meat, Mom, not meat-mix!" I bought her a T-bone and cheese and yogurt and baby carrots and her beverage choice. On our way home, we picked up Little Ceasar's bread stix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, all she craved was REAL mac'n'chez from the box. Can't make it at school and the school stuff just isn't the same. Neither, in her opinion, is the Kraft microwavable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was very surprised to hear her tell off her on/off boyfriend, who kept calling, even after she asked him to stop. He'd wait an hour, then RING-RING. Sure, it is "Sweetest Day," but (like me) the Hallmark Holiday doesn't matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all we did was come home before 9 p.m. and take up residence in front of our respective puters. No big plans. She just enjoyed being home and doing what she wanted to do, like snoozing on the couch. Pretty early. And there she sleeps now, with her kitty purring next to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:sheilamcoburn@yahoo.com"&gt;The Last of Sheila (Coburn)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7058315452807764736-3710309313468987235?l=lastofsheila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastofsheila.blogspot.com/feeds/3710309313468987235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7058315452807764736&amp;postID=3710309313468987235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058315452807764736/posts/default/3710309313468987235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058315452807764736/posts/default/3710309313468987235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastofsheila.blogspot.com/2008/10/home-is-where-kraft-macnchez-is.html' title='Home is where the Kraft mac&apos;n&apos;chez is!'/><author><name>Sheila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058315452807764736.post-8357625536095132609</id><published>2008-10-14T11:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T12:01:47.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Flair is the tie-dye of the 70s</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i227.photobucket.com/albums/dd162/sheilamcoburn/flair.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:sheilamcoburn@yahoo.com"&gt;The Last of Sheila (Coburn)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7058315452807764736-8357625536095132609?l=lastofsheila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastofsheila.blogspot.com/feeds/8357625536095132609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7058315452807764736&amp;postID=8357625536095132609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058315452807764736/posts/default/8357625536095132609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058315452807764736/posts/default/8357625536095132609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastofsheila.blogspot.com/2008/10/flair-is-tie-dye-of-70s.html' title='Flair is the tie-dye of the 70s'/><author><name>Sheila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058315452807764736.post-6051169034511267312</id><published>2008-10-13T00:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T00:37:00.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pray for my soul...I love carpeting</title><content type='html'>Maybe I am a country snob, but whenever I watch HGTV, it never ceases to amaze me how much people pay for so little. It's really about the ZIP code on that show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This 3 bedroom (ranch/bungalow/bilevel) has 2 full baths! It's 1200 sq ft! Look, the backyard has a patio and a tree. It's only $350,000!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There might be 10 feet of grass which makes a "nice-size backyard." And does every kitchen HAVE to have granite counters?!!? And every floor be hardwood?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my almost 2000 sq ft ranch. It sits on an acre and cost far less than their typical price range. My master bath is as large as many of the living rooms they show! Don't get me going on the yard...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HGTV wouldn't write me off as a total freak, though. I do have an island in my kitchen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:sheilamcoburn@yahoo.com"&gt;The Last of Sheila (Coburn)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7058315452807764736-6051169034511267312?l=lastofsheila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastofsheila.blogspot.com/feeds/6051169034511267312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7058315452807764736&amp;postID=6051169034511267312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058315452807764736/posts/default/6051169034511267312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058315452807764736/posts/default/6051169034511267312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastofsheila.blogspot.com/2008/10/pray-for-my-souli-love-carpeting.html' title='Pray for my soul...I love carpeting'/><author><name>Sheila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058315452807764736.post-6314386217118983082</id><published>2008-10-12T07:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T08:05:03.311-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy lives, beautiful traditions</title><content type='html'>This weekend has been mine. Rick "decided" to go to his parents, do some hunting, visit with his mom and dad. I think he was a big jealous of my quality time alone with them last weekend. teehee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Niko loves having me all to himself. So do the brat-cat pack. There's been no real structure to the days, I just came home from work and read a book on the patio, took Niko for a walk, watched some TV, sent out FLAIR, chatted with Bethany on IM, watched more TV and went to bed about 2:30 a.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trees are in full brilliant color-change. It's such a glorious sight, the beauty everywhere. Today is 80 degrees, Indian summer, and I feel the need to celebrate with a fresh-made pumpkin spice donut slathered with homemade cream cheese frosting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe if Rick gets home early enough, we'll take his Magna out for our last ride of the year. Check out the magnificent colors on the tree-lined country roads. Then, a quickie trip to the closest McDonalds, our low-key way to start the season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We love our traditions, even if we sometimes have to squeeze them into our busy lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:sheilamcoburn@yahoo.com"&gt;The Last of Sheila (Coburn)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7058315452807764736-6314386217118983082?l=lastofsheila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastofsheila.blogspot.com/feeds/6314386217118983082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7058315452807764736&amp;postID=6314386217118983082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058315452807764736/posts/default/6314386217118983082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058315452807764736/posts/default/6314386217118983082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastofsheila.blogspot.com/2008/10/busy-lives-beautiful-traditions.html' title='Busy lives, beautiful traditions'/><author><name>Sheila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058315452807764736.post-2607609116929711903</id><published>2008-10-08T04:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T15:02:59.632-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cold OUT, warmth IN!</title><content type='html'>This weekend will be spent winterizing. The cost of heating is expected to go up about 20%, but that was BEFORE the cost increase went through. In more layman terms, take your average winter heating bill and divide it by 5. Add that amount to your bill. VOILA! Instant poorhouse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've already bought new lined drapes. We are breaking out the caulking gun. I have carpets to cover the kitchen floor and another to put in front of the front door. There are a ton of little things that help keep Consumers from making a million from this house!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, Rick and I love to change into our warm jammies and snuggle in our soft blankets on the sofa while recapping our day. Or, sitting in front of a roaring fire while eating supper. Winter really is good for together time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:sheilamcoburn@yahoo.com"&gt;The Last of Sheila (Coburn)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7058315452807764736-2607609116929711903?l=lastofsheila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastofsheila.blogspot.com/feeds/2607609116929711903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7058315452807764736&amp;postID=2607609116929711903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058315452807764736/posts/default/2607609116929711903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058315452807764736/posts/default/2607609116929711903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastofsheila.blogspot.com/2008/10/cold-out-warmth-in.html' title='Cold OUT, warmth IN!'/><author><name>Sheila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058315452807764736.post-617704211886706737</id><published>2008-10-07T19:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T20:57:16.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Taking one for the team</title><content type='html'>It is difficult for me to feel excessive pity for my employees. Their average workweek is 38.5 hours. Mine &lt;em&gt;starts&lt;/em&gt; at 46 hours. As upper management in a financial institution, I never ask my staff to do something that I'm not willing to do. That's NOT how to build trust and respect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the past 2 days, I have already put in 21 hours, not including hour lunches. Neither of my assistants come close. That's by MY choice. Those are my expectations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And **I** do the schedule!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Saturday, I have to stay late because of cleaning. Instead of working a typical 5.5 hour day, it will be 9.5 hours...WITHOUT A LUNCH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is so important for me to show Karina and my staff a good work ethic -- DAILY. Early there, late to leave, give my all and show pride in my job assignments. It's not just about the paycheck. I love to prove myself daily: work with people, HELP people, increase my knowledge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;College won't help somebody who doesn't have the right attitude. Some days, I just love my job! Others...not so much. Tomorrow is another day. Another challenge. Another success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And maybe, I'll take one for the team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:sheilamcoburn@yahoo.com"&gt;The Last of Sheila (Coburn)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7058315452807764736-617704211886706737?l=lastofsheila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastofsheila.blogspot.com/feeds/617704211886706737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7058315452807764736&amp;postID=617704211886706737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058315452807764736/posts/default/617704211886706737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058315452807764736/posts/default/617704211886706737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastofsheila.blogspot.com/2008/10/taking-one-for-team.html' title='Taking one for the team'/><author><name>Sheila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058315452807764736.post-5461678472731202959</id><published>2008-10-05T16:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T19:53:14.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Growing up in the military</title><content type='html'>My nephew showed up at the hospital today during Dad's infusion. He's home on leave for a few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This will be the last time most of the family sees him until he returns from "The Sandbox" next summer. He is psyched to finally go to Iraq with his unit of the Air Force. Most of the family think it's because of the $$$, but my husband knows it's the thrill of being &lt;em&gt;in the action.&lt;/em&gt; BTDT. Who wants to admit they were stateside during a "time of war"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My nephew and I talked about how good the military has been for him. We are proud of him. He's advancing quickly in the Air Force, which has matured him immensely. Like it did Rick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said Cody wants to enlist and "it might be just what he needs." I reminded him that Cody doesn't like to take orders from anyone. He doesn't RESPECT anyone. And that could be dangerous, not in a &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0092099/"&gt;silly Maverick kind of way&lt;/a&gt;, either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And right now, Cody is laid up at his momma's house after being injured at work last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I left my inlaws this afternoon, my nephew gave me a big hug. "I love you, Aunt Sheila. I'm glad I got to see you. I promise to keep in touch."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please, God, keep him safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:sheilamcoburn@yahoo.com"&gt;The Last of Sheila (Coburn)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7058315452807764736-5461678472731202959?l=lastofsheila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastofsheila.blogspot.com/feeds/5461678472731202959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7058315452807764736&amp;postID=5461678472731202959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058315452807764736/posts/default/5461678472731202959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058315452807764736/posts/default/5461678472731202959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastofsheila.blogspot.com/2008/10/growing-up-in-military.html' title='Growing up in the military'/><author><name>Sheila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058315452807764736.post-5690318165781841663</id><published>2008-10-04T19:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T10:11:39.834-07:00</updated><title type='text'>End of Days</title><content type='html'>This weekend is being spent with my inlaws. My last 3 days of vaca. I drove up last evening, after kissing my husband and dog goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, Rick is at home, while I visit his parents. This morning I drove them up to the hospital for dad's IV infusion. Thanks to Karina's episodes, I knew what to expect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad told me I'm a great chauffeur. We took Mom's new Yukon, which I'd never driven before, but I handled it fine. They made the same comments about my ability to switch btwn vehicles without problem...my cute, little Caliber to their sleek but huge SUV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved hearing the pride in Dad's voice when he bragged that I came up ALONE just to visit them. Not just for a few hours, but DAYS, without their son or grandchildren. While on my vacation, too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it sure doesn't hurt that my husband loves me all the more for it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:sheilamcoburn@yahoo.com"&gt;The Last of Sheila (Coburn)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7058315452807764736-5690318165781841663?l=lastofsheila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastofsheila.blogspot.com/feeds/5690318165781841663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7058315452807764736&amp;postID=5690318165781841663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058315452807764736/posts/default/5690318165781841663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058315452807764736/posts/default/5690318165781841663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastofsheila.blogspot.com/2008/10/this-weekend-is-being-spent-with-my.html' title='End of Days'/><author><name>Sheila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058315452807764736.post-4844962232952900204</id><published>2008-10-03T22:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T22:44:14.457-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kris refuses to give the medical info</title><content type='html'>IMHO, he is PSYCHO! He cannot distinguish btwn Karina and me. Seriously. He claims needing medical info is some elaborate hoax by me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did call him tonight to find out when he was going to mail the info. His conversation was as bizarre as when he called me a few weeks ago. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, it was about him having "lived with this lie (I) have been telling for the past 18 years."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, with the proof-positive that I was NOT fibbing, his hostility is about my "lies and deceptions for the past 18 years." HUH?!!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy talk. Thank goodness I protected my daughter from that all these years!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:sheilamcoburn@yahoo.com"&gt;The Last of Sheila (Coburn)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7058315452807764736-4844962232952900204?l=lastofsheila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastofsheila.blogspot.com/feeds/4844962232952900204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7058315452807764736&amp;postID=4844962232952900204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058315452807764736/posts/default/4844962232952900204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058315452807764736/posts/default/4844962232952900204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastofsheila.blogspot.com/2008/10/kris-refuses-to-give-medical-info.html' title='Kris refuses to give the medical info'/><author><name>Sheila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058315452807764736.post-7908535602228735013</id><published>2008-10-03T04:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T06:31:26.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is the first Homecoming in 4 years that I'll be missing for Karina. Every single year, we did the shopping: dress, shoes, jewelry. Karina bought her own dress while out with her friends. I saw it yesterday, and she will be GORGEOUS in gold!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a parent, I should be sad. It's the end of an era.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm not wistful. This is what we've worked toward for the past 18 years. And when I saw the dress she chose, a combination of elegance and pomp - think Ginger Rogers - and remembered she was going without a date (FOR THE FIRST TIME!), I knew she had come into her own. This time, it was ALL about her and she chose classic glamour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it fits her beautifully!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:sheilamcoburn@yahoo.com"&gt;The Last of Sheila (Coburn)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7058315452807764736-7908535602228735013?l=lastofsheila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastofsheila.blogspot.com/feeds/7908535602228735013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7058315452807764736&amp;postID=7908535602228735013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058315452807764736/posts/default/7908535602228735013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058315452807764736/posts/default/7908535602228735013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastofsheila.blogspot.com/2008/10/this-is-first-homecoming-in-4-years.html' title=''/><author><name>Sheila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058315452807764736.post-3626218817912271014</id><published>2008-10-02T19:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T04:49:50.532-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MY FAVORITE DAY OF THE YEAR</title><content type='html'>Eighteen years ago today, I became a mother. My entire world changed. Being pregnant and actually holding your own baby are so different!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karina has been a dream child. She's so sweet and funny and intelligent and loving. Is she that way because of everything she's gone through...or in spite of everything she's been through?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karina remembers every story she's been told about her. She loves to hear them, too. She knows about my pregnancy better than most other kids. She loves to hear me tell her about our early days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She rarely brings up the unpleasant times she's been through. Even her recent eye condition is only mentioned in passing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is almost pompous about being adopted, and proud of the heritage I have given her. Or "chosen," as we prefer to brag. She has a relationship with her dad that rivals most others. He taught her to tie her shoes, ride a bike with no training wheels and comforted her during some of her most serious medical moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Rick never wavers on "how many kids do you have?" He always answers, "Two. A son and a daughter." Simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karina asked me yesterday if she was spoiled. "Yes, you are. But you have earned those special privileges every day for many years. You deserve them. You've always appreciated every little thing, whether given a penny or a compliment. Most parents spoil their kids when they are young, but your dad and I waited til you were old enough to understand the value of what you were receiving."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I am taking Karina to the store to buy a pack of cigarettes, can of chew and lottery tickets. She registered to vote today. Welcome to adulthood!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:sheilamcoburn@yahoo.com"&gt;The Last of Sheila (Coburn)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7058315452807764736-3626218817912271014?l=lastofsheila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastofsheila.blogspot.com/feeds/3626218817912271014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7058315452807764736&amp;postID=3626218817912271014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058315452807764736/posts/default/3626218817912271014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058315452807764736/posts/default/3626218817912271014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastofsheila.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-favorite-day-of-year.html' title='MY FAVORITE DAY OF THE YEAR'/><author><name>Sheila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058315452807764736.post-6591615058069037071</id><published>2008-10-01T19:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T19:55:55.607-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation: Day 3</title><content type='html'>Picked up Karina yesterday, then we enjoyed some retail therapy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got up this morning and we headed over to visit my mom. Took her to lunch and for LOTS of retail therapy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also took Karina to register to vote at the SOS. YAY! We had a small bday party for her with several friends, plus our wonderful neighbors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been a wonderful visit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:sheilamcoburn@yahoo.com"&gt;The Last of Sheila (Coburn)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7058315452807764736-6591615058069037071?l=lastofsheila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastofsheila.blogspot.com/feeds/6591615058069037071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7058315452807764736&amp;postID=6591615058069037071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058315452807764736/posts/default/6591615058069037071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058315452807764736/posts/default/6591615058069037071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastofsheila.blogspot.com/2008/10/vacation-day-3.html' title='Vacation: Day 3'/><author><name>Sheila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058315452807764736.post-7867934936144743327</id><published>2008-09-30T17:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T18:36:59.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The results are in!</title><content type='html'>99.99% conclusive, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not the liar. I wasn't a whore. I wasn't a slut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably the biggest question should be from his wife...WHY did I never hold him to the fire? Then again, maybe she already knows the answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:sheilamcoburn@yahoo.com"&gt;The Last of Sheila (Coburn)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7058315452807764736-7867934936144743327?l=lastofsheila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastofsheila.blogspot.com/feeds/7867934936144743327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7058315452807764736&amp;postID=7867934936144743327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058315452807764736/posts/default/7867934936144743327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058315452807764736/posts/default/7867934936144743327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastofsheila.blogspot.com/2008/09/results-are-in.html' title='The results are in!'/><author><name>Sheila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058315452807764736.post-3164905129833748780</id><published>2008-09-30T06:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T06:45:14.425-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation: Day 2</title><content type='html'>Today really feels like fall. It's cloudy, but not raining. It's quite cool...Levi's, shirt AND hoodie! No shorts or capris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a PERFECT day for picking up my kid and going shopping!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especially since I seem to be breaking every Web site I need...DNA Testing results are down and CO-OP Network has a glitch in their Find ATM form.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably a good time to get outta Dodge, eh? (Get it, I'm getting &lt;em&gt;outta Dodge &lt;/em&gt;in my &lt;em&gt;Dodge&lt;/em&gt;...that was a FUNNY! Dang, what a tough crowd.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:sheilamcoburn@yahoo.com"&gt;The Last of Sheila (Coburn)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7058315452807764736-3164905129833748780?l=lastofsheila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastofsheila.blogspot.com/feeds/3164905129833748780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7058315452807764736&amp;postID=3164905129833748780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058315452807764736/posts/default/3164905129833748780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058315452807764736/posts/default/3164905129833748780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastofsheila.blogspot.com/2008/09/vacation-day-2.html' title='Vacation: Day 2'/><author><name>Sheila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058315452807764736.post-8303797423657893980</id><published>2008-09-29T08:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T08:49:41.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Updating the plan</title><content type='html'>Slight glitch called the entertainment center. 500 lbs fully loaded. But the couch is done and so are the DVDs! I'm just not too inspired to do much else right now. Maybe I'll make a batch of oatmeal chocolate chip cookies. And watch for RESULTS?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And wait for Rick to come home, so he can help me move The Beast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:sheilamcoburn@yahoo.com"&gt;The Last of Sheila (Coburn)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7058315452807764736-8303797423657893980?l=lastofsheila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastofsheila.blogspot.com/feeds/8303797423657893980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7058315452807764736&amp;postID=8303797423657893980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058315452807764736/posts/default/8303797423657893980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058315452807764736/posts/default/8303797423657893980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastofsheila.blogspot.com/2008/09/updating-plan.html' title='Updating the plan'/><author><name>Sheila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058315452807764736.post-5908065429797892059</id><published>2008-09-29T03:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T03:51:13.567-07:00</updated><title type='text'>VACATION: DAY ONE</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;OBJECT: &lt;/strong&gt;Relocate couch **two feet** to wall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Need to move:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;the recliner into family room [DONE]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;DVD library into dining room &lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;9'x6' solid oak entertainment center over 2 feet, also&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must buy &lt;a href="http://www.kmart.com/shc/s/p_10151_10104_9990000083909511P"&gt;these lamps&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.kmart.com/shc/s/p_10151_10104_021W897232110001P"&gt;this table&lt;/a&gt; for behind &lt;a href="http://www.furniturestorenc.com/Img/Products/Broyhill/Color/6170sect-B.jpg"&gt;our 6-piece sectional couch&lt;/a&gt;, near the front door. And I'm probably going to buy new moss green curtains for the picture window, with moss green throw pillows for the couch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably next week, we are going to &lt;a href="http://www.bar-gear.com"&gt;start building the bar&lt;/a&gt; in the family room. Let's hope my nephew comes down to pick up the couch and loveseat ASAP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did mention I bought a new kitchen table yesterday at my fave consignment shop? We don't like the light wood finish, so I'm going to redo it deeper and darker. And then, make new placemats for it. Yes, MAKE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:sheilamcoburn@yahoo.com"&gt;The Last of Sheila (Coburn)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7058315452807764736-5908065429797892059?l=lastofsheila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastofsheila.blogspot.com/feeds/5908065429797892059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7058315452807764736&amp;postID=5908065429797892059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058315452807764736/posts/default/5908065429797892059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058315452807764736/posts/default/5908065429797892059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastofsheila.blogspot.com/2008/09/vacation-day-one.html' title='VACATION: DAY ONE'/><author><name>Sheila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058315452807764736.post-2173881689327946302</id><published>2008-09-28T06:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T06:52:06.559-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gettin' it right the first time</title><content type='html'>In just a few days, Karina will be 18-years-old! How times flies...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She could have screwed up &lt;em&gt;ALOT&lt;/em&gt; and blamed it on The Lack of Marriage Btwn Her Biological Parents. It's always an easy out for kids of divorce. Huh...how do I know that gem? teehee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karina makes parenting look easy to the younger crowd I know. She's NOT typical, I try to explain. How many kids call mom at work because there wasn't a chore list left for after school? How many moms have to search their daughters bedroom looking for their "borrowed" capris, shoes, etc.?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the whole driving issue? Oh, please! WHO ELSE DEALS WITH THAT?!!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's never been a temptation to press my luck. As the youngest of 4 kids, I always joked that either my parents decided to stop with my birth because they finally got it right...or they were done trying!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Karina, my only child, I can say, "I GOT IT RIGHT THE FIRST TIME!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:sheilamcoburn@yahoo.com"&gt;The Last of Sheila (Coburn)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7058315452807764736-2173881689327946302?l=lastofsheila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastofsheila.blogspot.com/feeds/2173881689327946302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7058315452807764736&amp;postID=2173881689327946302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058315452807764736/posts/default/2173881689327946302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058315452807764736/posts/default/2173881689327946302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastofsheila.blogspot.com/2008/09/gettin-it-right-first-time.html' title='Gettin&apos; it right the first time'/><author><name>Sheila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058315452807764736.post-4313106943571759004</id><published>2008-09-27T14:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T14:26:23.068-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodnight, Mr. Newman</title><content type='html'>Paul Newman died yesterday. He was one of those actors who never seemed to get old. He may have played old codgers, but he just never got old. Even at 83.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember going to see The Color Of Money when it came out. Tom Cruise? Blah! Paul Newman was a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;MAN!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Several years ago, I caught Cool Hand Luke on a pay station. That is a movie that I can never pass by again. If I see it, the channel flipping is DONE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Likewise, Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid is a timeless movie. Came out the year before I was born, the year we landed on the moon, but I'd rather watch it than most of the movies on TV. And it's not just for the beautiful landscape of Zion National Park and Durango, CO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, thank you, Mr. Newman, for all the charity work/foundations you started over the years. You stuck with it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:sheilamcoburn@yahoo.com"&gt;The Last of Sheila (Coburn)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7058315452807764736-4313106943571759004?l=lastofsheila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastofsheila.blogspot.com/feeds/4313106943571759004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7058315452807764736&amp;postID=4313106943571759004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058315452807764736/posts/default/4313106943571759004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058315452807764736/posts/default/4313106943571759004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastofsheila.blogspot.com/2008/09/goodnight-mr-newman.html' title='Goodnight, Mr. Newman'/><author><name>Sheila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058315452807764736.post-3528644437633285990</id><published>2008-09-25T17:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T18:18:40.465-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To be or not to be...I'm not surprised!</title><content type='html'>1. Clay Aiken is gay. DING DING! So is Lindsay Lohan. Maybe. &lt;br /&gt;2. George Michael got busted for drugs AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;3. It's not just Michigan's economy in the toilet.&lt;br /&gt;4. The CDC is touting flu shots.&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;a href="http://www.buddytv.com/articles/90210/90210-little-sammy-destined-to-22837.aspx"&gt;And Dylan is the father of Kelly's little boy.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:sheilamcoburn@yahoo.com"&gt;The Last of Sheila (Coburn)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7058315452807764736-3528644437633285990?l=lastofsheila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastofsheila.blogspot.com/feeds/3528644437633285990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7058315452807764736&amp;postID=3528644437633285990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058315452807764736/posts/default/3528644437633285990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058315452807764736/posts/default/3528644437633285990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastofsheila.blogspot.com/2008/09/to-be-or-not-to-beim-not-surprised.html' title='To be or not to be...I&apos;m not surprised!'/><author><name>Sheila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058315452807764736.post-7135531937226108857</id><published>2008-09-23T21:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T21:24:00.687-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Instead of hating Kris right now, I pity him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's absolutely right that this should have been dealt with 18 years ago. Unfortunately, he wasn't that brave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I have forced him? No. That anger, resentment and game-playing wasn't something she needed to experience first-hand. She saw it enough with Cody!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karina didn't need to be put through that garbage. It wasn't "in her best interest" to be a paycheck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through everything, she grew up to become a wonderful young lady who is hellbent on NOT following her mother's path. Marriage, kids...those will wait until she is well out of college and into her career. If they happen at all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kris missed out on watching a great kid grow up. Hopefully, he won't miss out on this family...but he made his bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:sheilamcoburn@yahoo.com"&gt;The Last of Sheila (Coburn)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7058315452807764736-7135531937226108857?l=lastofsheila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastofsheila.blogspot.com/feeds/7135531937226108857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7058315452807764736&amp;postID=7135531937226108857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058315452807764736/posts/default/7135531937226108857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058315452807764736/posts/default/7135531937226108857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastofsheila.blogspot.com/2008/09/instead-of-hating-kris-right-now-i-pity.html' title=''/><author><name>Sheila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058315452807764736.post-5573173392190208465</id><published>2008-09-22T16:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T16:29:28.488-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Talking behind his back</title><content type='html'>I mean, who believes ANYTHING on the Net, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paternity test results will be posted as soon as they go live. Thanks, Bethany!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:sheilamcoburn@yahoo.com"&gt;The Last of Sheila (Coburn)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7058315452807764736-5573173392190208465?l=lastofsheila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastofsheila.blogspot.com/feeds/5573173392190208465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7058315452807764736&amp;postID=5573173392190208465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058315452807764736/posts/default/5573173392190208465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058315452807764736/posts/default/5573173392190208465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastofsheila.blogspot.com/2008/09/talking-behind-his-back.html' title='Talking behind his back'/><author><name>Sheila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058315452807764736.post-3280124449839049829</id><published>2008-09-22T03:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T04:34:02.745-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On the FARK scale</title><content type='html'>Not sure if the following would be IRONIC or ASININE or DUMBASS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only "gift" Kris has ever bought Karina is the paternity test, which he prays will prove he didn't help concieve her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next on the FARK scale: &lt;strong&gt;FAIL&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:sheilamcoburn@yahoo.com"&gt;The Last of Sheila (Coburn)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7058315452807764736-3280124449839049829?l=lastofsheila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastofsheila.blogspot.com/feeds/3280124449839049829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7058315452807764736&amp;postID=3280124449839049829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058315452807764736/posts/default/3280124449839049829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058315452807764736/posts/default/3280124449839049829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastofsheila.blogspot.com/2008/09/on-fark-scale.html' title='On the FARK scale'/><author><name>Sheila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058315452807764736.post-2670241222321916290</id><published>2008-09-21T07:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T09:02:36.929-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It is done.</title><content type='html'>Karina finally got to see the other 1/2 of her genetics yesterday. Face to face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her reaction? "No wonder I'm so short! Short people shouldn't be allowed to mate together!" Except the Roloffs, she admitted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, though. Rick didn't go, but Kris' wife came along. I fully expected it, she obviously doesn't trust him. Maybe there's more than just this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karina and I both agreed we liked B. She was very cordial to us, but she SEETHED at Kris. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B had bought the test the night before. I trusted her enough to use it, since it was still sealed. Obviously, she wants answers, the truth. It was in her eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, it was obvious their marriage depends on these results. It hasn't been just her husband lying (by omission) to her, but his entire family. I am sorry she is having to deal with all of this now, but that isn't my fault. The hurt and anger she feels isn't from me or Karina, it's from her husband. I don't want to hurt her, which explains my quietness. I didn't ask her how she likes living in MY HOMETOWN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How he behaved yesterday to Karina and me is how he will be to her and their child(ren) one day. And he will probably tell her one day he did do their DNA test in a Kroger parking lot, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The envelope was mailed yesterday. They paid the $119.95 processing fee. The results will be available online at &lt;a href="http://www.dnatesting.com"&gt;www.dnatesting.com&lt;/a&gt; approx 3-5 biz days after they receive it. About this time next week, I'll be sending around the info for your viewing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the medical history? I still have no guarantee that he will provide it. Not to worry, once the results are back showing 99%, I'll be in touch for that info!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:sheilamcoburn@yahoo.com"&gt;The Last of Sheila (Coburn)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7058315452807764736-2670241222321916290?l=lastofsheila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastofsheila.blogspot.com/feeds/2670241222321916290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7058315452807764736&amp;postID=2670241222321916290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058315452807764736/posts/default/2670241222321916290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058315452807764736/posts/default/2670241222321916290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastofsheila.blogspot.com/2008/09/it-is-done.html' title='It is done.'/><author><name>Sheila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058315452807764736.post-4322791044558252420</id><published>2008-09-17T04:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T04:53:51.974-07:00</updated><title type='text'>He called</title><content type='html'>The other 1/2 of Karina's gene pool called me a few days ago. Kris was QUITE emotional. And extremely ignorant. He tried to threaten me with costly legal action to force a paternity test. Or, I had to promise to meet him at a CVS "of my choice" for a &lt;a href="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/23814032/"&gt;Paternity in a Box test&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kris kept calling me a liar. Claimed he's tired of "living this lie" for the past 18 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's pretty funny, because he seemed surprised when I said she was just days away from turning 18. And when I tried to speak with him 3 months ago about medical history, he claimed he didn't know me or Karina, yada yada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he hasn't "lived with" anything, he never even tried to accept responsibility! He was the victim then, still trying to play that deck of cards now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kris doesn't want a relationship with Karina. He won't go on her birth certificate. He won't pay child support. He's praying that Paternity In A Box will set him free, but it won't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My assistant was in my office when his call came in and she listened to it without difficulty. She worried about him in such a crazed state.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm betting he got busted by his wife.&lt;/strong&gt; Was it my letter mailed to his work? Talking about the child he had created 18+ years ago with me. That's a pretty huge thing to keep from the wife. What is even better is that he moved her to MY hometown. Poor lady! They bought a house and have a family in MY hometown where my sister lives, my brother (may still) live. My classmates, etc. Was he hoping that I'd move back and he'd be able to watch my daughter grow up from afar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I loved the part where he tried to threaten me with court. That's darn IGNORANT. Karina was legally adopted years ago and he never stepped in then!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He flat-out refused to promise medical history "if" the test showed him to be tied to her genetically. Nope, he "cross that bridge if it comes to it." He wants this just for himself. Or maybe, his marriage?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What he doesn't understand is that once he starts down this road, it's not a dead-end. He has kids. Karina, technically, has 1/2 siblings. How will he explain her to them? The child he abandoned? The child he wanted aborted? It is very likely his kids will worry about him abandoning them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karina and I agreed to the test, but not as quickly as he tried to demand. She's away at school. I work a real job (not just for daddy's seasonal company.) It will take some coordination for the 3 of us to get together. And it will be on OUR time table, not his.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is the only person who has something to lose, and nothing to gain. He won't be gaining a daughter. Thanks to me, she never had a bad opinion on him...until we needed medical history. Now, she knows he's a pathetic jerk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:sheilamcoburn@yahoo.com"&gt;The Last of Sheila (Coburn)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7058315452807764736-4322791044558252420?l=lastofsheila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastofsheila.blogspot.com/feeds/4322791044558252420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7058315452807764736&amp;postID=4322791044558252420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058315452807764736/posts/default/4322791044558252420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058315452807764736/posts/default/4322791044558252420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastofsheila.blogspot.com/2008/09/he-called.html' title='He called'/><author><name>Sheila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058315452807764736.post-737676623919925555</id><published>2008-09-09T03:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T04:12:31.194-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Monitoring homeschooled kids</title><content type='html'>Monitoring &lt;a href="http://www.detnews.com/apps/pbcs.dll/article?AID=/20080909/SCHOOLS/809090383"&gt;homeschooled students&lt;/a&gt; may seem like a good idea, but it will just lead to more regulation and more expenses. When I homeschooled Karina back in the '90s, I didn't register on religious beliefs, etc. I took her out of school in first grade for lack of safety by the school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was truly an awesome experience for us. It was great to watch her learn, to teach her myself. Witness her growth. We had books and workbooks and went on field trips to the zoo, Greenfield Village, parks, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember the day we went to sign her back into public school. The new principal said she had to be tested in basic subjects and warned that Karina probably wouldn't be placed into the 3rd grade. "Most homeschooled kids aren't where they should be."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karina tested for an hour while I waited. She ended up scoring in the 3rd grade for just 1 subject, Math. The others were 5th, 7th and 11th grades! Literally, her reading was on the 11th grade level!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think the public school put her ahead with those scores? Ah, no. That's what worries me, as homeschoolers become more known, they will be subject to mandatory testing, like public school kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karina has several friends at college who were homeschooled. They are studying to be doctors and lawyers. They are having no problem with adjusting to a freer college schedule, unlike some of the public schooled kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Register? Why waste the funds?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:sheilamcoburn@yahoo.com"&gt;The Last of Sheila (Coburn)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7058315452807764736-737676623919925555?l=lastofsheila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastofsheila.blogspot.com/feeds/737676623919925555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7058315452807764736&amp;postID=737676623919925555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058315452807764736/posts/default/737676623919925555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058315452807764736/posts/default/737676623919925555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastofsheila.blogspot.com/2008/09/monitoring-homeschooled-kids.html' title='Monitoring homeschooled kids'/><author><name>Sheila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058315452807764736.post-2260691607504022166</id><published>2008-09-07T18:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T18:51:02.187-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's talk about food!</title><content type='html'>For the first time in my life, I made tomato sauce from scratch. Not just any tomato sauce, but a tasty addition to our stuffed peppers. And every single tomato came from OUR garden and is completely pesticide-free!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am in the midst of freezing ears of corn for a winter delicacy. And contemplating attempting salsa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of delicacy, foie gras sounds pretty and yummy, but it is the liver of a &lt;a href="http://www.drvino.com/2006/08/03/goose-gitmo/"&gt;force-fed goose&lt;/a&gt;. Kinda makes it gross to think about tubes stuck down a goose's throat. (Did you know geese don't have a gag reflex?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd much prefer to keep my force-fed poultry to mutant chickens with 4 lbs of boneless, skinless breasts. And I buy them at Meijer or Kroger!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:sheilamcoburn@yahoo.com"&gt;The Last of Sheila (Coburn)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7058315452807764736-2260691607504022166?l=lastofsheila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastofsheila.blogspot.com/feeds/2260691607504022166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7058315452807764736&amp;postID=2260691607504022166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058315452807764736/posts/default/2260691607504022166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058315452807764736/posts/default/2260691607504022166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastofsheila.blogspot.com/2008/09/lets-talk-about-food.html' title='Let&apos;s talk about food!'/><author><name>Sheila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058315452807764736.post-5568864953299091046</id><published>2008-09-06T21:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T18:34:52.835-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Family reunions brought to you by YouTube</title><content type='html'>It was interesting to see my mother's youngest brother after (quick finger count)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25 YEARS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to a racist scandal, which my "uncle" is spearheading a recall on a city council member, I was treated to "seeing" him in a local TV station piece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I'd NEVER recognize him by face. He's in his 50s now and lots of grey hair. He's not a small man. He's big and burly, which makes his Mickey-Mouse voice all the funnier!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especially when he is declaring his pride in being Mexican.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:sheilamcoburn@yahoo.com"&gt;The Last of Sheila (Coburn)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7058315452807764736-5568864953299091046?l=lastofsheila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastofsheila.blogspot.com/feeds/5568864953299091046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7058315452807764736&amp;postID=5568864953299091046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058315452807764736/posts/default/5568864953299091046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058315452807764736/posts/default/5568864953299091046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastofsheila.blogspot.com/2008/09/family-reunions-brought-to-you-by-you.html' title='Family reunions brought to you by YouTube'/><author><name>Sheila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058315452807764736.post-5238211430065288172</id><published>2008-09-04T03:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T04:29:07.648-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Family first? First Family?</title><content type='html'>The Palins are the type of parents I despise. They have turned their kids into their babysitter. Ever notice Sarah, nor her husband, don't carry "their" 4-1/2 month old infant? Ever notice it's the daughters who hold the baby during speeches and photo ops?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw parenting delegation too much with Karina's friends. Their parents decided to start a younger family, so Karina's friends were babysitter while mom and dad worked FT, went out at night and went away for the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, because mom and dad needed "their time."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One very intelligent young lady almost had to give up a FULL scholarship to Michigan Tech because her parents needed her to babysit her 2 younger sisters, the oldest is starting kindergarten!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, this may be interpretted as a sexist view, except I am condemning BOTH mom and dad here. I'm not claiming that she needs to REALLY put her "family first" since she is supposedly breastfeeding a 4-1/2 month old with Down Syndrome and has a pregnant 17-year-old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I see Sarah Palin as putting "family first" far below her "First Family" aspirations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sexist view? How about I quote Sarah Palin's joke from last night...What's the difference btwn pitbulls and hockey moms? Lipstick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:sheilamcoburn@yahoo.com"&gt;The Last of Sheila (Coburn)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7058315452807764736-5238211430065288172?l=lastofsheila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastofsheila.blogspot.com/feeds/5238211430065288172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7058315452807764736&amp;postID=5238211430065288172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058315452807764736/posts/default/5238211430065288172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058315452807764736/posts/default/5238211430065288172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastofsheila.blogspot.com/2008/09/family-first-first-family.html' title='Family first? First Family?'/><author><name>Sheila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058315452807764736.post-1008775929575844104</id><published>2008-09-02T21:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T19:35:11.301-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm bored</title><content type='html'>I came home today without my dog. Daddy kept him Up North with him, instead. I have to work long days, Daddy is off work this week. No brainer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so much more strange for me to not have a dog to walk, feed, water or pet for a few days, than not having Rick or Karina around! Them being gone is just fine for me, but no Niko is beyond boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, no dog to greet me at the door is a bit unnerving. Checking the mail alone is almost freakishly silent!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my dog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:sheilamcoburn@yahoo.com"&gt;The Last of Sheila (Coburn)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7058315452807764736-1008775929575844104?l=lastofsheila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastofsheila.blogspot.com/feeds/1008775929575844104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7058315452807764736&amp;postID=1008775929575844104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058315452807764736/posts/default/1008775929575844104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058315452807764736/posts/default/1008775929575844104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastofsheila.blogspot.com/2008/09/im-bored.html' title='I&apos;m bored'/><author><name>Sheila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058315452807764736.post-1095493909177881623</id><published>2008-09-01T19:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T20:32:52.418-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Somebody made a BIG boo-boo</title><content type='html'>Initially, Gov. Palin was an interesting choice by McCain's advisors. Trying to woo the shallow people who were interested only in voting the Vagina card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it backfired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rumors about her 4-1/2 month old infant possibly being her GRANDCHILD weren't shallow. Families should be off-limits, but the circumstances are pretty incredulous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gov. Palin admits she didn't bother to inform her own staff until she was 7 months along. And she never looked pregnant, even when she gave birth a month early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I found most disturbing was the conversation she recounted about &lt;a href="http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2008/05/10/AR2008051002978.html?hpid=sec-health"&gt;her doctor telling her about the baby's Down Syndrome&lt;/a&gt;. She never considered letting her husband be a part of the discussion?!!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mind you, I didn't have a husband/boyfriend around when I was pregnant for that kind of stuff, but I still find it weird. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, she gave birth a month early and went back to work 3 days later. 3 DAYS?!!? With a special needs &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;NEWBORN&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And her 16-year-old daughter was out of school with mono for 5 months? While Gov Palin was hiding her pregnancy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even better was today's admission that her daughter is currently pregnant. Now, Gov. Palin has a 4-1/2 month old infant, a 17-year-old daughter with a baby on the way AND possible VP of the USA?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know Republican honchos were hoping Gov. Palin would show family values, but even though her daughter is having the baby and &lt;em&gt;supposedly&lt;/em&gt; marrying the father, but it's still an embarrassment. There's always the possibility of divorce and that ugliness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YIKES! Who can't see that one coming?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:sheilamcoburn@yahoo.com"&gt;The Last of Sheila (Coburn)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7058315452807764736-1095493909177881623?l=lastofsheila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastofsheila.blogspot.com/feeds/1095493909177881623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7058315452807764736&amp;postID=1095493909177881623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058315452807764736/posts/default/1095493909177881623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058315452807764736/posts/default/1095493909177881623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastofsheila.blogspot.com/2008/09/somebody-made-big-boo-boo.html' title='Somebody made a BIG boo-boo'/><author><name>Sheila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058315452807764736.post-6160225543336467630</id><published>2008-08-29T23:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T03:26:52.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gramma died this morning.</title><content type='html'>The family was there. Rick went up yesterday afternoon because his sister called to say the Grim Reaper was fast approaching. I told him to go home and get himself packed and we'd see him Saturday. No guilt. "I will bring Niko and Karina when I get out of work Saturday. JUST GO NOW!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of my prayers were answered to let Gramma be without pain, but Grim Reaper missed the one about her not dying TODAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is also Rick's mom's birthday. She is officially old enough to collect social security, so a BIG party was planned by her coworkers, friends and family. And it went on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I don't yet have the answer to my burning question..."Did anyone tell Gramma about McCain's VP pick before she died?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:sheilamcoburn@yahoo.com"&gt;The Last of Sheila (Coburn)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7058315452807764736-6160225543336467630?l=lastofsheila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastofsheila.blogspot.com/feeds/6160225543336467630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7058315452807764736&amp;postID=6160225543336467630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058315452807764736/posts/default/6160225543336467630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058315452807764736/posts/default/6160225543336467630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastofsheila.blogspot.com/2008/08/gramma-died-this-morning.html' title='Gramma died this morning.'/><author><name>Sheila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058315452807764736.post-3925683414622320171</id><published>2008-08-28T03:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T03:11:59.758-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Glasses in an hour, but the drive time was 3 hours</title><content type='html'>Worked 7.5 hours today, my "1/2 day" (since I don't have a day off this week!), then had to run over to Grand Rapids to take Karina to get glasses at Lenscrafters. Emergency trip!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her final eye appt clearing her vision was the day before she left for college. She didn't find any frames that she liked before leaving, so I promised we'd look when she came home. But she needs them NOW because of PowerPoint presentations in her lectures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we met at the mall, she picked out her glasses, we ate dinner and shopped while they were made, we picked them up, we shopped for some non-refrigerated food, then I took her back to her dorm and met her roommate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pulled into my drive a few minutes after 10 p.m. Crazy day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:sheilamcoburn@yahoo.com"&gt;The Last of Sheila (Coburn)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7058315452807764736-3925683414622320171?l=lastofsheila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastofsheila.blogspot.com/feeds/3925683414622320171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7058315452807764736&amp;postID=3925683414622320171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058315452807764736/posts/default/3925683414622320171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058315452807764736/posts/default/3925683414622320171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastofsheila.blogspot.com/2008/08/glasses-in-hour-but-drive-time-was-3.html' title='Glasses in an hour, but the drive time was 3 hours'/><author><name>Sheila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058315452807764736.post-8895972570035929254</id><published>2008-08-25T02:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T03:12:20.114-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Could be the last time, so we have happy memories</title><content type='html'>We spent the weekend in HL with Rick's parents, visiting Gramma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gramma is dying. Literally, she only has weeks, at most. She's still fiesty, she and I talked politics -- especially about Biden as VP, who she admitted liking. Gramma still has her mind and I made her use it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the family was there with us, but some were headed up from NC and FL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gramma is Rick's last remaining grandparent. And mine. She is, literally, the longest grandparent figure in my life. At 13 years, it's not impressive, unless you remember that my mom's mother is still alive, but I haven't spoken to her in more than 22 years. My mom's dad died around 2002, but we hadn't spoken since 1986, either. Unfortunately, I don't regret that relationship breakdown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my dad's family...got nothin' there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only wish Gramma was going through all this to die. Wasting away, the pain, etc. Still, we gave her dignity by talking WITH her, not acting like it was a death vigil. No drama. Just chatting it up with Gramma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:sheilamcoburn@yahoo.com"&gt;The Last of Sheila (Coburn)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7058315452807764736-8895972570035929254?l=lastofsheila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastofsheila.blogspot.com/feeds/8895972570035929254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7058315452807764736&amp;postID=8895972570035929254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058315452807764736/posts/default/8895972570035929254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058315452807764736/posts/default/8895972570035929254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastofsheila.blogspot.com/2008/08/could-be-last-time-so-we-have-happy.html' title='Could be the last time, so we have happy memories'/><author><name>Sheila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058315452807764736.post-9088915872065844510</id><published>2008-08-14T04:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T04:34:35.997-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The final countdown</title><content type='html'>This week has been a whirlwind of activity. Even though I have the weekend off, I still have to go to work. Puter thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kar has lists going. She's packed her clothes. We still have to get her new laptop. Rick is really looking forward to that part!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kar walked with Niko and me tonight. Actually, she didn't walk, she SKIPPED the whole way. Cloud 9. She's so excited. The days can now be counted on one hand!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so proud of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:sheilamcoburn@yahoo.com"&gt;The Last of Sheila (Coburn)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7058315452807764736-9088915872065844510?l=lastofsheila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastofsheila.blogspot.com/feeds/9088915872065844510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7058315452807764736&amp;postID=9088915872065844510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058315452807764736/posts/default/9088915872065844510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058315452807764736/posts/default/9088915872065844510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastofsheila.blogspot.com/2008/08/final-countdown.html' title='The final countdown'/><author><name>Sheila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058315452807764736.post-3872315111889195614</id><published>2008-08-12T17:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T18:25:04.605-07:00</updated><title type='text'>But we skipped Disney and Orlando</title><content type='html'>While on &lt;strong&gt;The Great Trip to See Bethany&lt;/strong&gt;, Karina and I discussed all the places she's been outside of Michigan. She's traveled by plane, train and automobile! It's not a bad list for a 17-year-old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cities&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Las Vegas (4 months, 13 years and 17 years)&lt;br /&gt;Chicago&lt;br /&gt;Oklahoma City, St. Louis, Mall of America&lt;br /&gt;St. Pete, Key Largo, Daytona, Kennedy Space Center&lt;br /&gt;Atlanta (but that needs a REAL vaca, Lulu)&lt;br /&gt;Savannah, Washington DC, Dover&lt;br /&gt;Jamestown, Memphis, Cheasapeake Bay&lt;br /&gt;Albuquerque, Salt Lake City&lt;br /&gt;Niagara Falls, Cedar Point&lt;br /&gt;Des Moines, Durango, Cody&lt;br /&gt;Phoenix, Tucson, Flagstaff, Lake Havasu, Benson (haha)&lt;br /&gt;Tombstone, Deadwood, 4 Corners&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;National Parks:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mt. Rushmore, Mesa Verde, Painted Desert, Grand Canyon, Yellowstone, Grand Tetons, Badlands, Sunset Crater Volcano, Bryce Canyon, Smokey Mountains, Zion, Appalachians, Assateague Island&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bodies of water:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atlantic Ocean, Gulf of Mexico, Great Salt Lake, all 5 great lakes, Mississippi River, Colorado River, Lake Havasu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:sheilamcoburn@yahoo.com"&gt;The Last of Sheila (Coburn)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7058315452807764736-3872315111889195614?l=lastofsheila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastofsheila.blogspot.com/feeds/3872315111889195614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7058315452807764736&amp;postID=3872315111889195614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058315452807764736/posts/default/3872315111889195614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058315452807764736/posts/default/3872315111889195614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastofsheila.blogspot.com/2008/08/but-we-skipped-disney-and-orlando.html' title='But we skipped Disney and Orlando'/><author><name>Sheila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058315452807764736.post-4355246888472162687</id><published>2008-08-11T09:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T11:08:23.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day trip</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, &lt;a href="http://i227.photobucket.com/albums/dd162/sheilamcoburn/bk146.jpg"&gt;Karina and I took a day-trip to see Bethany&lt;/a&gt; in Traverse City. She and I had connected on IM late Saturday night and she bragged about getting a new set of wheels. In black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOTTA SEE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We agreed on 2 p.m., so Kar and I made the drive up. It rained most of the way, but as we pulled into TC, the sun came out and Kar was astounded by the &lt;a href="http://i227.photobucket.com/albums/dd162/sheilamcoburn/tcbay148.jpg"&gt;brilliant blue of the bay&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since we were a few minutes early, a pit stop into &lt;a href="http://www.kilwins.com/stores/display_city.phtml?city=Traverse%20City&amp;state=MI"&gt;Kilwin's fudge shop&lt;/a&gt; downtown was on the agenda. We scored a few blocks, plus I bought us each a fresh chocolate-covered cherry. YUM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Bethany house, we caught up on the gossip and &lt;a href="http://i227.photobucket.com/albums/dd162/sheilamcoburn/bs147.jpg"&gt;took pictures&lt;/a&gt;. Bethany's shiny new wheels sit her 6" higher than before...so it's like her first pair of high heels! Or &lt;em&gt;High Wheels&lt;/em&gt;. HA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few hours, we were treated to Schelde's for a delish dinner and lots of chatting with Bethany's parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we finally parted ways, with plans for another get-together in Sept, Kar and I headed down to Rick's parents house. We initially planned on staying the night, but after a few hours there, I was rejuvenated to continue going home. That way, Mom wouldn't have company while she got ready for work in the morning. And it wasn't a bother since I have today off, so pulling in my drive at 1:30 a.m. was fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we drove down I-75, Karina sleepily told me, "This was the best day, Mom. Thanks for letting me come along and see everybody."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:sheilamcoburn@yahoo.com"&gt;The Last of Sheila (Coburn)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7058315452807764736-4355246888472162687?l=lastofsheila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastofsheila.blogspot.com/feeds/4355246888472162687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7058315452807764736&amp;postID=4355246888472162687' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058315452807764736/posts/default/4355246888472162687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058315452807764736/posts/default/4355246888472162687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastofsheila.blogspot.com/2008/08/day-trip.html' title='Day trip'/><author><name>Sheila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058315452807764736.post-1518756918939396888</id><published>2008-08-08T06:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T06:40:11.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You never forget your first love</title><content type='html'>Five years ago today, I made the decision to put down &lt;a href="http://i227.photobucket.com/albums/dd162/sheilamcoburn/simbaears.jpg"&gt;my dog, Simba&lt;/a&gt;. To this day, I still cry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was old and very sick. He couldn't get himself up from the floor to go to the bathroom. Keeping him alive would have been cruel. I loved him so much, he was my first dog as a Grown Up. He was my best buddy. We loved to walk, he'd go bye-bye with me and I'd share with him off my plate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simba was next to me as I watched the horror of 9/11 unfold that morning. He licked my tears and let me bury my head in his abundant soft, white fur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we were in Bay City for the Family Reunion Weekend, I told Rick it was time. We found a vet, who confirmed that the dog we had adopted not even 2 years earlier was dying. It was also confirmed that he was well into the double digits in age, whereas we'd been initially told he was 3-5 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'd never visited that vet office before, but they were the most compassionate people. They gave the 5 of us a big room to say goodbye. We were to open the door when we were ready for The Shot. Then, we were welcome to stay with Simba as long as we wanted. (A few days later, they even sent us a sympathy card!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left, but I never questioned that decision. Simba's eyes never looked betrayed. He was never afraid. He died with dignity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simba was my first love. Even though I love my Niko very much and have had him for more than 4 years now (he's a &lt;em&gt;verifiable&lt;/em&gt; 10 years old)...but you know, you just never forget your first love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rest in peace, my Simba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:sheilamcoburn@yahoo.com"&gt;The Last of Sheila (Coburn)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7058315452807764736-1518756918939396888?l=lastofsheila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastofsheila.blogspot.com/feeds/1518756918939396888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7058315452807764736&amp;postID=1518756918939396888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058315452807764736/posts/default/1518756918939396888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058315452807764736/posts/default/1518756918939396888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastofsheila.blogspot.com/2008/08/you-never-forget-your-first-love.html' title='You never forget your first love'/><author><name>Sheila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058315452807764736.post-6363020695722676851</id><published>2008-08-07T04:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T05:25:25.289-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ick and icker</title><content type='html'>What is worse, when a smoker smells like smoke or when a smoker douses him/herself with perfume to try to hide the smoke smell? (Yeah, like it really works!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:sheilamcoburn@yahoo.com"&gt;The Last of Sheila (Coburn)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7058315452807764736-6363020695722676851?l=lastofsheila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastofsheila.blogspot.com/feeds/6363020695722676851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7058315452807764736&amp;postID=6363020695722676851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058315452807764736/posts/default/6363020695722676851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058315452807764736/posts/default/6363020695722676851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastofsheila.blogspot.com/2008/08/ick-and-icker.html' title='Ick and icker'/><author><name>Sheila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058315452807764736.post-195908508879444490</id><published>2008-08-05T18:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T04:15:15.295-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The beauty of nature</title><content type='html'>Lightning bugs have been giving us a pretty show each night for about a month now. It's NEVER been like this before! But then, we have had the PERFECT summer here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rick's garden has really brought out the grasshoppers. Big, brown fliers and little lime green guys. It's so much fun to watch them...some jump, some fly. All related, but very different and very similar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yesterday, I got to spend the whole perfect summer day with my daughter who is getting ready to go off to college. Not just "go to," but MOVE away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like the big brown grasshoppers, she's going to be flying soon. And like the lime green guys, she'll come home and blend. And if she doesn't, that will mean she's found a new garden. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:sheilamcoburn@yahoo.com"&gt;The Last of Sheila (Coburn)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7058315452807764736-195908508879444490?l=lastofsheila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastofsheila.blogspot.com/feeds/195908508879444490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7058315452807764736&amp;postID=195908508879444490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058315452807764736/posts/default/195908508879444490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058315452807764736/posts/default/195908508879444490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastofsheila.blogspot.com/2008/08/beauty-of-nature.html' title='The beauty of nature'/><author><name>Sheila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058315452807764736.post-2250708847581555104</id><published>2008-08-05T14:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T14:42:31.534-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How does your garden grow?</title><content type='html'>Farmer Rick planted a BIG garden in our backyard earlier this spring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first time ever, he's taken it seriously. He tilled the plot and we spread manure. I've kept up the watering. We've been eating broccoli, carrots and radishes from it for weeks. The tomatoes are still green, but &lt;a href="http://i227.photobucket.com/albums/dd162/sheilamcoburn/corn142.jpg"&gt;the corn&lt;/a&gt; and cabbage is bulking up nicely. I cut off a big zucchini this morning, so the others on the plant could grow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are well over a dozen &lt;a href="http://i227.photobucket.com/albums/dd162/sheilamcoburn/cantalopes140.jpg"&gt;good-sized cantalopes&lt;/a&gt; and close to a dozen watermelons. That's what we are anxiously awaiting! Rick goes out each night and gauges them and any newbies. He's actually reading books and gardening tips online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day, &lt;a href="http://i227.photobucket.com/albums/dd162/sheilamcoburn/gardens144.jpg"&gt;he tilled another section&lt;/a&gt; "for next year." If this is his "baby," next year he wants TWINS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:sheilamcoburn@yahoo.com"&gt;The Last of Sheila (Coburn)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7058315452807764736-2250708847581555104?l=lastofsheila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastofsheila.blogspot.com/feeds/2250708847581555104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7058315452807764736&amp;postID=2250708847581555104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058315452807764736/posts/default/2250708847581555104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058315452807764736/posts/default/2250708847581555104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastofsheila.blogspot.com/2008/08/how-does-your-garden-grow.html' title='How does your garden grow?'/><author><name>Sheila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058315452807764736.post-4440489954421265967</id><published>2008-08-03T21:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T04:05:24.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Family time</title><content type='html'>Rick's youngest brother, wife and kids spent the weekend here. An impromptu call Saturday morning, they were here a few hours later! We had a great time, BBQ'd our meals, sat outside. The boys played with tractors from next door while the girls went to the mall (which no longer sucks.) Karina enjoyed hanging out with her cousin who is just a few months younger than her. As teenage girls, they now have more in common!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty much everyone, but me, zipped around the yard on our mules. My 8-year-old nephew really got a kick out of it. "They're like go-arts, but a lot taller!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That kid is getting so big!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:sheilamcoburn@yahoo.com"&gt;The Last of Sheila (Coburn)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7058315452807764736-4440489954421265967?l=lastofsheila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastofsheila.blogspot.com/feeds/4440489954421265967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7058315452807764736&amp;postID=4440489954421265967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058315452807764736/posts/default/4440489954421265967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058315452807764736/posts/default/4440489954421265967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastofsheila.blogspot.com/2008/08/family-time.html' title='Family time'/><author><name>Sheila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058315452807764736.post-6744160487824719937</id><published>2008-08-01T03:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T03:59:47.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing expected, but very appreciated</title><content type='html'>The other night, I stayed a few hours late to help out one of our vendors. No big deal. I kept it real quiet, didn't seek adulation. Figured I pulled one for the team, got my company some nice thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I did NOT know is that honcho called my bosses the next day to sing my praises. So grateful. blah blah (blush) yada yada They never said a word to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd forgotten all about the incident. Then today, this was sent to me by the other company. Cool, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i227.photobucket.com/albums/dd162/sheilamcoburn/gift139.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:sheilamcoburn@yahoo.com"&gt;The Last of Sheila (Coburn)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7058315452807764736-6744160487824719937?l=lastofsheila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastofsheila.blogspot.com/feeds/6744160487824719937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7058315452807764736&amp;postID=6744160487824719937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058315452807764736/posts/default/6744160487824719937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058315452807764736/posts/default/6744160487824719937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastofsheila.blogspot.com/2008/08/nothing-expected-but-very-appreciated.html' title='Nothing expected, but very appreciated'/><author><name>Sheila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058315452807764736.post-7897537991482813040</id><published>2008-07-31T03:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T03:46:41.674-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Winning the lottery</title><content type='html'>My stepson turned 18 today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to the Net, I was able to show Rick his paycheck for tomorrow. For the first time in 15 years, it does NOT include child support.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like a raise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:sheilamcoburn@yahoo.com"&gt;The Last of Sheila (Coburn)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7058315452807764736-7897537991482813040?l=lastofsheila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastofsheila.blogspot.com/feeds/7897537991482813040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7058315452807764736&amp;postID=7897537991482813040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058315452807764736/posts/default/7897537991482813040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058315452807764736/posts/default/7897537991482813040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastofsheila.blogspot.com/2008/07/winning-lottery.html' title='Winning the lottery'/><author><name>Sheila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058315452807764736.post-1434344975694398106</id><published>2008-07-29T04:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T04:23:25.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Can I sleep when I'm dead?</title><content type='html'>I have a hard time sleeping. Without alcohol or Benadryl, I am literally unable to sleep for more than 4 hours straight. And once I wake up, the spell has been broken. I'm in countdown mode for the alarm at 6. Completely wide awake. I might, MIGHT be able to get in a little nap, but most days, I operate on less than 5 hours of sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In bed by 11 p.m., asleep by 11:30 and wide awake by 3:30 a.m. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It probably doesn't help that as a child, I taught myself to WAKE UP FULLY before turning, or even moving, in bed. That trick was to keep from having to make a mussed up bed. Mine barely looked touched each morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, there is the whole guilt thing about being in bed later than 7 a.m. If it is light out, I feel the need to be UP! It's not that I'm a morning person either. Weekends, vacations, days off...makes no diff. For years, our alarm went off by 4:30 a.m.; Rick had to be to work by 6, and had an hour drive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, most days off I still need to get up by 6:30 to get Rick off to work. He's an absolute grizzly bear and won't get out of bed unless I'm up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rarely, do I even attempt to climb back into bed after he leaves. I'm up. Stuff to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's light out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:sheilamcoburn@yahoo.com"&gt;The Last of Sheila (Coburn)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7058315452807764736-1434344975694398106?l=lastofsheila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastofsheila.blogspot.com/feeds/1434344975694398106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7058315452807764736&amp;postID=1434344975694398106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058315452807764736/posts/default/1434344975694398106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058315452807764736/posts/default/1434344975694398106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastofsheila.blogspot.com/2008/07/can-i-sleep-when-im-dead.html' title='Can I sleep when I&apos;m dead?'/><author><name>Sheila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058315452807764736.post-5747098406763572550</id><published>2008-07-26T18:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T16:55:48.949-07:00</updated><title type='text'>President Gerald Ford was onto something here</title><content type='html'>Today we went on a field trip to &lt;a href="http://i227.photobucket.com/albums/dd162/sheilamcoburn/grdowntown119.jpg"&gt;Grand Rapids&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since she is leaving for school in less than a month, I thought it was VERY important for us to get the &lt;a href="http://i227.photobucket.com/albums/dd162/sheilamcoburn/gaslightkarina124.jpg"&gt;lay-of-the-land&lt;/a&gt;. (Plus, gas was just $3.74 at the station near work.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kar and I were on the freeway in "Callie" by 9:30 a.m. Rick didn't go, mostly due to Daddy anxiety.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few hours later (food/potty stops), we got off the freeway. She was quite impressed that I found my way right back to her school &lt;em&gt;without directions&lt;/em&gt;. Not bad, since we hadn't been there since February!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We cruised downtown, stopping at a McDonalds for lunch, which we ate down &lt;a href="http://i227.photobucket.com/albums/dd162/sheilamcoburn/grriverwalk116.jpg"&gt;by the river&lt;/a&gt;. We walked around and found the post office, &lt;a href="http://i227.photobucket.com/albums/dd162/sheilamcoburn/grpublib123.jpg"&gt;library&lt;/a&gt;, clubs and hospital. Grand Rapids has invested in &lt;a href="http://i227.photobucket.com/albums/dd162/sheilamcoburn/gaslightfountain126.jpg"&gt;lovely parks and fountains&lt;/a&gt;! And they love &lt;a href="http://i227.photobucket.com/albums/dd162/sheilamcoburn/cornerbuild121.jpg"&gt;brick roads&lt;/a&gt;! And one-way streets!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fully expected Grand Rapids to be another Port Huron or Flint. Lame. Decaying. &lt;strong&gt;WRONG!&lt;/strong&gt; Downtown Grand Rapids was more like Royal Oak and Birmingham, but with skyscrapers and a river. It was &lt;a href="http://i227.photobucket.com/albums/dd162/sheilamcoburn/grfootbridge114.jpg"&gt;clean and people-friendly&lt;/a&gt;. PH and Flint need to take some serious pointers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We found the big box shopping area, complete with Salvation Army right across the street from Circuit City and Home Depot! We found the &lt;a href="http://www.grr.org"&gt;Gerald R. Ford International Airport&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I really like my new town, Mom."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:sheilamcoburn@yahoo.com"&gt;The Last of Sheila (Coburn)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7058315452807764736-5747098406763572550?l=lastofsheila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastofsheila.blogspot.com/feeds/5747098406763572550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7058315452807764736&amp;postID=5747098406763572550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058315452807764736/posts/default/5747098406763572550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058315452807764736/posts/default/5747098406763572550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastofsheila.blogspot.com/2008/07/president-gerald-ford-was-onto.html' title='President Gerald Ford was onto something here'/><author><name>Sheila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058315452807764736.post-8328754557727104813</id><published>2008-07-23T03:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T17:54:29.628-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I feel like blue today</title><content type='html'>Happy birthday, Monica Lewinsky! The devil in the blue dress turns 34 today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been that long? In 1984, Vanessa Williams becomes the first Miss America to resign when she surrenders her crown after nude photos of her appeared in Penthouse magazine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In London, 1986, Prince Andrew, Duke of York married Sarah Ferguson at Westminster Abbey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the 204th day of the year. Have you started your Christmas shopping yet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:sheilamcoburn@yahoo.com"&gt;The Last of Sheila (Coburn)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7058315452807764736-8328754557727104813?l=lastofsheila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastofsheila.blogspot.com/feeds/8328754557727104813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7058315452807764736&amp;postID=8328754557727104813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058315452807764736/posts/default/8328754557727104813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058315452807764736/posts/default/8328754557727104813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastofsheila.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-feel-like-blue-today.html' title='I feel like blue today'/><author><name>Sheila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058315452807764736.post-2389270435391353116</id><published>2008-07-20T14:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T18:20:38.432-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"You want to ring the bell? Ding. Ding."</title><content type='html'>A fellow supervisor remarked to me the other day, "You just never look stressed! What is your secret?!!?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost every single day, I listen to the Rocky soundtrack. Most mornings, it's "&lt;a href="http://www.metrolyrics.com/eye-of-the-tiger-lyrics-survivor.html"&gt;Eye of the Tiger&lt;/a&gt;" and "&lt;a href="http://www.lyricsfreak.com/s/survivor/burning+heart_20134342.html"&gt;Burning Heart&lt;/a&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two rockin' songs about passion and attitude. Try and you shall succeed. Gets the blood flowing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, some nights, I drive home and blare the &lt;em&gt;original&lt;/em&gt; theme song from Rocky, "Gonna Fly Now." The most memorable tune, played when Rocky is finally successful running up the stairs at Philadelphia's Museum of Art. He knows he made it. He knows he's already won the battle, before the fight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some days/nights are just like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:sheilamcoburn@yahoo.com"&gt;The Last of Sheila (Coburn)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7058315452807764736-2389270435391353116?l=lastofsheila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastofsheila.blogspot.com/feeds/2389270435391353116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7058315452807764736&amp;postID=2389270435391353116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058315452807764736/posts/default/2389270435391353116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058315452807764736/posts/default/2389270435391353116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastofsheila.blogspot.com/2008/07/you-want-to-ring-bell-ding-ding.html' title='&quot;You want to ring the bell? Ding. Ding.&quot;'/><author><name>Sheila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058315452807764736.post-18200145311695550</id><published>2008-07-19T13:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T14:02:36.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Separation of church and boating</title><content type='html'>This was GREAT! &lt;a href="http://www.chattanoogan.com/articles/article_131778.asp"&gt;Boat ramps are used for baptisms&lt;/a&gt;? That's darn tootin' redneck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summary: On the 4th of July, which was on a &lt;em&gt;Friday&lt;/em&gt;, a church decided to use a boat ramp for baptisms.&lt;br /&gt;Problem: Boater decided to launch boat anyways.&lt;br /&gt;Whining: Baptisms should be RESPECTED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoot, just get a kiddie-pool and do it like in "My Big Fat Greek Wedding."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:sheilamcoburn@yahoo.com"&gt;The Last of Sheila (Coburn)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7058315452807764736-18200145311695550?l=lastofsheila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastofsheila.blogspot.com/feeds/18200145311695550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7058315452807764736&amp;postID=18200145311695550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058315452807764736/posts/default/18200145311695550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058315452807764736/posts/default/18200145311695550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastofsheila.blogspot.com/2008/07/separation-of-church-and-boating.html' title='Separation of church and boating'/><author><name>Sheila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058315452807764736.post-4095071241886324940</id><published>2008-07-14T22:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T19:22:49.905-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ZERO calories?</title><content type='html'>Next time you are in line at the grocery store or gas station, pick up a tube of Rolos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How come they don't have any nutritional info on them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:sheilamcoburn@yahoo.com"&gt;The Last of Sheila (Coburn)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7058315452807764736-4095071241886324940?l=lastofsheila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastofsheila.blogspot.com/feeds/4095071241886324940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7058315452807764736&amp;postID=4095071241886324940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058315452807764736/posts/default/4095071241886324940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058315452807764736/posts/default/4095071241886324940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastofsheila.blogspot.com/2008/07/zero-calories.html' title='ZERO calories?'/><author><name>Sheila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058315452807764736.post-2337065765700399360</id><published>2008-07-12T23:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T06:44:58.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer treats</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://freep.com/apps/pbcs.dll/article?AID=/20080712/BUSINESS06/807120363"&gt;Cherry and Coke Slurpees are da bomb&lt;/a&gt;, but I usually get mine from Speedway, since 7-11s are few and far between, whereas I go by 2 Speedway gas stations almost every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More convenient and much cheaper, even when the summer $.79 sale isn't going!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's still a fun treat for Kar and me. We're pretty simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:sheilamcoburn@yahoo.com"&gt;The Last of Sheila (Coburn)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7058315452807764736-2337065765700399360?l=lastofsheila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastofsheila.blogspot.com/feeds/2337065765700399360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7058315452807764736&amp;postID=2337065765700399360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058315452807764736/posts/default/2337065765700399360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058315452807764736/posts/default/2337065765700399360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastofsheila.blogspot.com/2008/07/summer-treats.html' title='Summer treats'/><author><name>Sheila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058315452807764736.post-2818725018417772980</id><published>2008-07-11T04:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T04:19:15.955-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FINANCE 101</title><content type='html'>"Dividend" is money paid to you (ex: savings acct, certificate)&lt;br /&gt;"Interest" is money YOU pay (loan)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How to calculate loan interest:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rate (convert ot decimal) &lt;br /&gt;/ 365 &lt;br /&gt;X balance owed &lt;br /&gt;X number of days since last payment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EX: .0575 / 365 X $1000 X 30 = $4.73 of your payment is going to be interest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What most people don't understand about credit cards is that they don't operate like traditional loans. Interest rates vary. Most only have a minimum repayment of 2% monthly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even more important, credit card companies can, AND DO, charge interest on the HIGHEST balance. That means if you charge up $1000 but pay off $900, they can AND DO still charge interest on the full $1000!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's perfectly legal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:sheilamcoburn@yahoo.com"&gt;The Last of Sheila (Coburn)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7058315452807764736-2818725018417772980?l=lastofsheila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastofsheila.blogspot.com/feeds/2818725018417772980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7058315452807764736&amp;postID=2818725018417772980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058315452807764736/posts/default/2818725018417772980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058315452807764736/posts/default/2818725018417772980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastofsheila.blogspot.com/2008/07/finance-101.html' title='FINANCE 101'/><author><name>Sheila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058315452807764736.post-6606153444192452802</id><published>2008-07-10T04:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T04:35:34.024-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life should be easy like a sitcom</title><content type='html'>Kar wants to go on an overnight fieldtrip with her friends. The group includes her boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is difficult to say, "NO!" for several reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. That would make Rick and I hypocrites. We did it at her age. Sure, I was pregnant at her age, but it didn't happen on an overnighter!&lt;br /&gt;2. Her brother has done it. Rick didn't have a say in it, but Rick also didn't try to stop it.&lt;br /&gt;3. We are preaching trust. In a month, she will be off at college. Living away from home for weeks at a time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, I get the advice. Most, but not all, people without kids see NOTHING wrong with double-standards or being a hypocrite. They don't see this as a trust issue. To them, it's a Cosby Show episode where the kids are so thankful for such a wise decision!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that was SCRIPTED. The kids were PAID to be happy and obedient. Bill Cosby, on the other hand, has faced sexual assault allegations from various women and an extortion attempt by a woman believed to be his child from an affair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reality isn't as fun as a sitcom laughtrack!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:sheilamcoburn@yahoo.com"&gt;The Last of Sheila (Coburn)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7058315452807764736-6606153444192452802?l=lastofsheila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastofsheila.blogspot.com/feeds/6606153444192452802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7058315452807764736&amp;postID=6606153444192452802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058315452807764736/posts/default/6606153444192452802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058315452807764736/posts/default/6606153444192452802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastofsheila.blogspot.com/2008/07/life-should-be-easy-like-sitcom.html' title='Life should be easy like a sitcom'/><author><name>Sheila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058315452807764736.post-6384295868234911031</id><published>2008-07-07T21:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T17:09:07.751-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Predatory financing?</title><content type='html'>Sure, I'm in management at a great credit union. It doesn't mean that I think EVERYTHING needs to be financed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as something "breaks," it doesn't need to be replaced. Is it worth it to fix? That's a pretty dumb question coming from a woman who happily drove her 1996 Jeep Grand Cherokee Laredo to nearly 300,000 miles over 9.5 years!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please know that many recreational vehicles are being financed on lines of credit...AKA "credit cards." Fewer dealerships are offering even motorcycles as collateralized loans. The interest rate is often astronomical with a LOC and are viewed as UNSECURED financing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THIS IS HUGE!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The approx monthly payment for an $8000 credit card at 18% (standard 3% of balance owed/minimum payment) will take about 21.5 &lt;em&gt;YEARS&lt;/em&gt; to pay off and the first payment is $240. Interest paid will be almost $7800! &lt;br /&gt;(Thank you &lt;a href="http://www.bankrate.com/brm/calc/MinPayment.asp"&gt;Bankrate credit card calculator&lt;/a&gt;.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The approx monthly payment for an $8000 fixed-rate loan at 12% for 5 years is $178. Interest paid will be almost $2700. &lt;br /&gt;(Thank you &lt;a href="http://www.bankrate.com/brm/popcalc2.asp"&gt;Bankrate loan calculator&lt;/a&gt;.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many people don't even know how they financed because all they care about is "low" the monthly payment! YIKES! They haven't a clue who they are paying or what a good rate is. Customers haven't shopped for rates, they don't know that dealers get kickbacks for using them and usually look just at that, instead of trying to get their customer the best rate! It is the customer's job to not just find what they want to buy, but also the best rate they can get! Shop the banks and credit unions, worry about the dealership later!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please, warn your friends, warn your family...beware and BE AWARE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:sheilamcoburn@yahoo.com"&gt;The Last of Sheila (Coburn)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7058315452807764736-6384295868234911031?l=lastofsheila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastofsheila.blogspot.com/feeds/6384295868234911031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7058315452807764736&amp;postID=6384295868234911031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058315452807764736/posts/default/6384295868234911031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058315452807764736/posts/default/6384295868234911031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastofsheila.blogspot.com/2008/07/predatory-financing.html' title='Predatory financing?'/><author><name>Sheila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058315452807764736.post-3644197629837916856</id><published>2008-07-04T23:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T02:11:29.612-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy birthday, America!</title><content type='html'>Kar and I spent most of the day together. We were excited that my day off was so beautiful. We trekked out to Corunna to their day-festival, watching the parade and checking out the huge car and tractor show for free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great people-watching op! (including Amish folk)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we walked around, chatting and laughing, I told her very seriously, "For most kids, what I'm going to say is generally a threat or warning by their parents. May you one day be &lt;em&gt;blessed&lt;/em&gt; with a daughter just like you. I truly hope you get to experience the joy of such a wonderful child, just I have been blessed. Every moment with you is more precious than any diamond and I treasure simple days like this with you, probably more than the big stuff. You have grown into a wonderful, caring young woman and I'm incredibly proud of you, not just for your accomplishments, but because you are trustworthy and humble. One day, I hope you have the opportunity to see your daughter like I see you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever the intelligent brat, she replied, "But not when I'm as young as you, right?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:sheilamcoburn@yahoo.com"&gt;The Last of Sheila (Coburn)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7058315452807764736-3644197629837916856?l=lastofsheila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastofsheila.blogspot.com/feeds/3644197629837916856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7058315452807764736&amp;postID=3644197629837916856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058315452807764736/posts/default/3644197629837916856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058315452807764736/posts/default/3644197629837916856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastofsheila.blogspot.com/2008/07/happy-birthday-america.html' title='Happy birthday, America!'/><author><name>Sheila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058315452807764736.post-6066908627119000249</id><published>2008-07-02T22:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T01:44:38.002-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Accessorize</title><content type='html'>Kar's condition is receding, but she does have permanent damage to her optic nerve. Her vision has been decreased enough to warrant a new eyeglass prescription before she goes off to college next month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's taking it like a trooper, not a drama queen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:sheilamcoburn@yahoo.com"&gt;The Last of Sheila (Coburn)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7058315452807764736-6066908627119000249?l=lastofsheila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastofsheila.blogspot.com/feeds/6066908627119000249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7058315452807764736&amp;postID=6066908627119000249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058315452807764736/posts/default/6066908627119000249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058315452807764736/posts/default/6066908627119000249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastofsheila.blogspot.com/2008/07/accessorize.html' title='Accessorize'/><author><name>Sheila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058315452807764736.post-8423832757370919938</id><published>2008-06-30T23:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T21:09:49.858-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wild animals aren't Beanie Babies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.nps.gov/yell/"&gt;Yellowstone&lt;/a&gt; is such a beautiful park with the geysers, hot springs and bison/bear/etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nps.gov/grte/"&gt;Grand Teton&lt;/a&gt; is pretty much right next door. Quite different, but still awesome and wonderous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is so crazy how people try to pet the WILD animals. Seriously. Our trip out there showed us PLENTY of morons. It was awesome, but quite scary when a &lt;a href="http://i227.photobucket.com/albums/dd162/sheilamcoburn/1738.jpg"&gt;bison decided to meander into the road in front of us&lt;/a&gt;, then walk along the truck. They are massive creatures. Common sense screams, "Stay away! Keep quiet! DO NOT PET!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even further, "&lt;a href="http://www.kcwy13.com/story.php?id=4450"&gt;Do not let YOUR KIDS pet&lt;/a&gt;!" But obviously, visiting National Parks with wild animals IS rocket science.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll save the rant for "stay on the walkways" at the hot springs and geysers for another day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:sheilamcoburn@yahoo.com"&gt;The Last of Sheila (Coburn)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7058315452807764736-8423832757370919938?l=lastofsheila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastofsheila.blogspot.com/feeds/8423832757370919938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7058315452807764736&amp;postID=8423832757370919938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058315452807764736/posts/default/8423832757370919938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058315452807764736/posts/default/8423832757370919938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastofsheila.blogspot.com/2008/06/wild-animals-arent-beanie-babies.html' title='Wild animals aren&apos;t Beanie Babies'/><author><name>Sheila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058315452807764736.post-9191204493973377590</id><published>2008-06-28T20:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T20:50:33.519-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today in history...2003</title><content type='html'>Five years ago today, we bought Rick's &lt;a href="http://i227.photobucket.com/albums/dd162/sheilamcoburn/magna300.jpg"&gt;Honda Magna&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brand spankin' new. Kinda of an impulse buy. I knew he wanted it, I knew he knew where it was available. It wasn't at all planned to be done that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the stars were aligned, the sun was shining brightly and I caved to the pressure from my excited kids and their father. Like usual!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:sheilamcoburn@yahoo.com"&gt;The Last of Sheila (Coburn)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7058315452807764736-9191204493973377590?l=lastofsheila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastofsheila.blogspot.com/feeds/9191204493973377590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7058315452807764736&amp;postID=9191204493973377590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058315452807764736/posts/default/9191204493973377590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058315452807764736/posts/default/9191204493973377590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastofsheila.blogspot.com/2008/06/today-in-history2003.html' title='Today in history...2003'/><author><name>Sheila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
