<?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-4984464478016505945</id><updated>2011-11-27T19:50:11.013-05:00</updated><category term='bumper stickers'/><category term='Texas'/><category term='Cadillac Ranch'/><category term='Running away'/><category term='turkey'/><category term='Amarillo'/><category term='funny'/><category term='Camera shopping'/><category term='The Pull of the Moon'/><category term='Elizabeth Berg'/><category term='Bubba the Trucker'/><title type='text'>When I Turn 50, I'm Running Away From Home</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imrunningaway.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4984464478016505945/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imrunningaway.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00753235817991671715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Kk_YjWG2TPw/TYf-QetEUlI/AAAAAAAAACY/oTkqZxvCKbs/s220/silver%2Bbullet.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>4</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4984464478016505945.post-6567731103228018092</id><published>2011-04-02T14:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T14:30:31.706-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bumper stickers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bubba the Trucker'/><title type='text'>Bumper Stickers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;A couple of years ago, my friend &lt;a href="http://vintagechristine.blogspot.com/"&gt;Chris &lt;/a&gt;sent me this picture on a sticker for my truck.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://bubbalovesit.com/"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="154" r6="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1UdSs_VuMns/TZdnGVYPuBI/AAAAAAAAADg/XcECS_pFFBs/s320/Bubba.gif" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Recently, my son has decided that driving the truck is way cooler than driving the station wagon he's been driving for the past year.&amp;nbsp; The only problem, my Bubba bumper sticker makes him worry what other high schoolers will think of him.&amp;nbsp; He borrowed my truck a couple of months ago.&amp;nbsp; When I got it back, black electrical tape crisscrossed my very funny sticker!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It seems my bumer sticker will soon be removed from my faithful truck.&amp;nbsp; Before it could be&amp;nbsp;scraped away and tossed in the trash, I checked the bottom of the sticker for links.&amp;nbsp; I'm ordering another to go on the back of my 1995 Mercedes Station Wagon.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The idea of this sticker just makes me laugh!&amp;nbsp; We've all seen the mudflaps on the back of trucks with the woman in this same pose, maybe a little more spread-eagle,&amp;nbsp;and looking much sleezier.&amp;nbsp; When I first got this sticker, my youngest asked if it meant I liked fat chicks.&amp;nbsp; When I pointed out the baseball cap and beard, he only nodded and left the room.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Should you find this as entertaining as I do, you can order your very own&amp;nbsp;at &lt;a href="http://bubbalovesit.com/"&gt;Bubba the Trucker&lt;/a&gt;!&amp;nbsp; I ordered two.&amp;nbsp; One will go on the car I'm driving when I run away from home!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4984464478016505945-6567731103228018092?l=imrunningaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imrunningaway.blogspot.com/feeds/6567731103228018092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imrunningaway.blogspot.com/2011/04/bumper-stickers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4984464478016505945/posts/default/6567731103228018092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4984464478016505945/posts/default/6567731103228018092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imrunningaway.blogspot.com/2011/04/bumper-stickers.html' title='Bumper Stickers'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00753235817991671715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Kk_YjWG2TPw/TYf-QetEUlI/AAAAAAAAACY/oTkqZxvCKbs/s220/silver%2Bbullet.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1UdSs_VuMns/TZdnGVYPuBI/AAAAAAAAADg/XcECS_pFFBs/s72-c/Bubba.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4984464478016505945.post-2124926298380954227</id><published>2011-03-27T17:07:00.013-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T17:32:01.834-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Camera shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='turkey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><title type='text'>Camera Shopping</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;I've always carried my camera in my purse.&amp;nbsp; When something interesting happens, I whip it out and snap my shot.&amp;nbsp; A couple of weeks ago on my way to work, I saw a wild turkey guarding the door of a car.&amp;nbsp; Since the sight struck me as unusual and funny, I grabbed my camera and started lining up my shot.&amp;nbsp; It wouldn't work.&amp;nbsp; The batteries&amp;nbsp;were fresh.&amp;nbsp; The dials weren't on any weird settings.&amp;nbsp; The lens opened.&amp;nbsp; The button you mash to take the picture wouldn't do its job.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I'm thinking that floating around in the bottom of my purse for a couple of years, intermingling with gum wrappers, loose change, hotwheels and renegade lipsticks might not have bee the best thing for my digital Nikon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;So, before I run away from home, I need to have a good camera.&amp;nbsp; I would love one that has a zoom lens so I can get a shot of the turkey from my car window but look like I'm standing right next to it.&amp;nbsp; I don't mind getting closer for the shot, but if I'm running away from an attacking turkey, I'll only have panick shots!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Instead of having to charge the camera, I want it to operate on double A batteries.&amp;nbsp; I already have so many chargers, my bread box looks like somebody dumped a wirey bowl of spaghetti in there.&amp;nbsp; Of course, it has to have a lot of space on the chip.&amp;nbsp; I love to take photos of things that make me smile!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Like this...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jilGV65pdJI/TY-sjhP2HOI/AAAAAAAAADY/HPY9OE2ljjs/s1600/Funny.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" r6="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jilGV65pdJI/TY-sjhP2HOI/AAAAAAAAADY/HPY9OE2ljjs/s1600/Funny.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mWKTpgr01eU/TY-iLfA0nhI/AAAAAAAAADI/btF9OXVhW0s/s1600/Funny.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="0" r6="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mWKTpgr01eU/TY-iLfA0nhI/AAAAAAAAADI/btF9OXVhW0s/s320/Funny.JPG" width="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-O3k11klKft0/TY-kR5sCR3I/AAAAAAAAADM/IGaQo7RLqmw/s1600/Funny.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="0" r6="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-O3k11klKft0/TY-kR5sCR3I/AAAAAAAAADM/IGaQo7RLqmw/s320/Funny.JPG" width="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5fcP3BlALx8/TY-nxtb53OI/AAAAAAAAADU/HZppGjFgS3M/s1600/Funny.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="0" r6="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5fcP3BlALx8/TY-nxtb53OI/AAAAAAAAADU/HZppGjFgS3M/s320/Funny.JPG" width="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I get behind this car several times a week on my way to work.&amp;nbsp; It never fails to make me smile.&amp;nbsp; I don't know why, it just does!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The main thing I need in a new camera, it has to be idiot proof!&amp;nbsp; If I have to flip three buttons and twist knobs to switch from video to photo, it's too hard.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Let's recap:&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Sturdy enough to travel in the bottom of my pocket book&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;AA battery charged&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Zoom Lens&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Huge memory chip&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Idiot proof&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Under $500&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;That's not asking too much, is it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4984464478016505945-2124926298380954227?l=imrunningaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imrunningaway.blogspot.com/feeds/2124926298380954227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imrunningaway.blogspot.com/2011/03/camera-shopping.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4984464478016505945/posts/default/2124926298380954227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4984464478016505945/posts/default/2124926298380954227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imrunningaway.blogspot.com/2011/03/camera-shopping.html' title='Camera Shopping'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00753235817991671715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Kk_YjWG2TPw/TYf-QetEUlI/AAAAAAAAACY/oTkqZxvCKbs/s220/silver%2Bbullet.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jilGV65pdJI/TY-sjhP2HOI/AAAAAAAAADY/HPY9OE2ljjs/s72-c/Funny.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4984464478016505945.post-6871045430229904320</id><published>2011-03-24T21:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-24T21:08:45.342-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Running away'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cadillac Ranch'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Texas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amarillo'/><title type='text'>Where to?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There are many places I want to go.&amp;nbsp; Some are goofy.&amp;nbsp; Some are mystical.&amp;nbsp; Some are a curiosity.&amp;nbsp;Many come from settings in books.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This won't be my first stop but is definitely on my list!&amp;nbsp; I learned about this place from a wonderful book I read.&amp;nbsp; It's called &lt;u&gt;&lt;a href="http://books.google.com/books?id=rKNgpIpk00sC&amp;amp;printsec=frontcover&amp;amp;dq=backseat+saints&amp;amp;source=bl&amp;amp;ots=xTVkhFaCAR&amp;amp;sig=AKvWovwlLK1KmnGjBRYZYn8wpw8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;ei=1ueLTdCfLs2Btgfs1e3FDQ&amp;amp;sa=X&amp;amp;oi=book_result&amp;amp;ct=result&amp;amp;resnum=6&amp;amp;ved=0CDEQ6AEwBQ#v=onepage&amp;amp;q&amp;amp;f=false"&gt;Backseat Saints&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&amp;nbsp;by Joshilyn Jackson.&amp;nbsp; I love Jackson's southern voice and sense of humor!&amp;nbsp; Rose Mae Lolley, the heroine of the book, finds a message from her mother spray painted on one of the cars at Cadillac Ranch in Amarillo, Texas.&amp;nbsp; Oddly enough, Rose Mae's mama ran away from home when Rose Mae was just a baby.&amp;nbsp; (I chose to run away when I turn 50 because I figure the folks who NEED me then can at least wait a month or two while I go off and see the world on my own!)&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-wq2SWFnm1tY/TYvjkXhvuCI/AAAAAAAAADE/YYigclDkVR8/s1600/cadillac-ranch-up-close.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="216" r6="true" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-wq2SWFnm1tY/TYvjkXhvuCI/AAAAAAAAADE/YYigclDkVR8/s320/cadillac-ranch-up-close.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'll have to do&amp;nbsp;a little more research on this place!&amp;nbsp; From the photos I've found, it appears to be about 10 Cadillac cars planted hood down.&amp;nbsp; They are buried up to their windshields, back tires raised high!&amp;nbsp; Visitors have spray painted messages of love, drawn pictures, posted graffiti...whatever inspired them.&amp;nbsp; Messages on the cars seem to be very short-lived.&amp;nbsp; You never know when the next message will cover the one written yesterday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I think I'll choose a bright blue paint and add messages to my boys on one of the cars.&amp;nbsp; Maybe I'll wish them good grades.&amp;nbsp; Maybe I'll praise their efforts in life.&amp;nbsp; Maybe I'll wish them the love of their lives.&amp;nbsp; Maybe I'll confess my love for them forever.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4984464478016505945-6871045430229904320?l=imrunningaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imrunningaway.blogspot.com/feeds/6871045430229904320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imrunningaway.blogspot.com/2011/03/where-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4984464478016505945/posts/default/6871045430229904320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4984464478016505945/posts/default/6871045430229904320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imrunningaway.blogspot.com/2011/03/where-to.html' title='Where to?'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00753235817991671715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Kk_YjWG2TPw/TYf-QetEUlI/AAAAAAAAACY/oTkqZxvCKbs/s220/silver%2Bbullet.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-wq2SWFnm1tY/TYvjkXhvuCI/AAAAAAAAADE/YYigclDkVR8/s72-c/cadillac-ranch-up-close.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4984464478016505945.post-6739027197041030829</id><published>2011-03-21T21:21:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-24T21:12:09.374-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Running away'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Elizabeth Berg'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Pull of the Moon'/><title type='text'>The Back Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-58z9Q1CCUXs/TYf5CrDgpJI/AAAAAAAAACI/WhJsD1SmYsQ/s1600/pull+of+the+moon.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" r6="true" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-58z9Q1CCUXs/TYf5CrDgpJI/AAAAAAAAACI/WhJsD1SmYsQ/s1600/pull+of+the+moon.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;About 10 years ago, I must have been about 35 at the time, I read a book that created my plan for my 50th birthday.&amp;nbsp; The book was &lt;u&gt;&lt;a href="http://books.google.com/books?id=_xm7IeBF5UQC&amp;amp;printsec=frontcover&amp;amp;dq=the+pull+of+the+moon&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;ei=rOuLTZ_zF82ztweu04DADQ&amp;amp;sa=X&amp;amp;oi=book_result&amp;amp;ct=result&amp;amp;resnum=1&amp;amp;ved=0CDIQ6AEwAA#v=onepage&amp;amp;q&amp;amp;f=false"&gt;The Pull of the Moon&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/u&gt; by Elizabeth Berg.&amp;nbsp; Nan, the main character, turned 50 and ran away from home.&amp;nbsp; I plan to do the same thing when I turn 50.&amp;nbsp; I have about 4 and a half years to plan and pack. Unlike her, I'm not leaving an unhappy life!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Of course, my husband thinks I've lost my mind!&amp;nbsp; But, as the mother of two boys, I have spent the last 20 years "going along."&amp;nbsp; When I suggest a quick&amp;nbsp;stop at&amp;nbsp;an antique store or yard sale, you should hear the whining coming from the back seat.&amp;nbsp; A suggestion that we park and walk along the river we're driving over is met with a rush to get home.&amp;nbsp; Let me strike up a conversation with a stranger and watch the huffing breath and eye rolling begin!&amp;nbsp; Tony prefers music from the 80's.&amp;nbsp; The boys like top forty.&amp;nbsp; I like country.&amp;nbsp; My favorite button on the radio dial rarely gets mashed!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Elizabeth Berg visited Quail Ridge Books several years ago.&amp;nbsp; I had her sign a copy of &lt;u&gt;The Pull of the Moon&lt;/u&gt; and inscribe it, "It's all my fault!"&amp;nbsp; If you haven't read any of Elizabeth's books, you have to give her a try.&amp;nbsp; Her humor is fabulous.&amp;nbsp; She reminds me of a happy Jodi Picolt.&amp;nbsp; I plan to leave the inscribed book on Tony's pillow on August 10, 2015.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, welcome along on my journey as I plan to run away from home!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4984464478016505945-6739027197041030829?l=imrunningaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imrunningaway.blogspot.com/feeds/6739027197041030829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imrunningaway.blogspot.com/2011/03/back-story.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4984464478016505945/posts/default/6739027197041030829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4984464478016505945/posts/default/6739027197041030829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imrunningaway.blogspot.com/2011/03/back-story.html' title='The Back Story'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00753235817991671715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Kk_YjWG2TPw/TYf-QetEUlI/AAAAAAAAACY/oTkqZxvCKbs/s220/silver%2Bbullet.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-58z9Q1CCUXs/TYf5CrDgpJI/AAAAAAAAACI/WhJsD1SmYsQ/s72-c/pull+of+the+moon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
