<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8"?><rss xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" version="2.0"><channel><title>No Point Whatsoever @ primodonna.blog-city.com</title><link>http://primodonna.blog-city.com/</link><description>(No Point Whatsoever) </description><copyright>Copyright 2008 primodonna.blog-city.com</copyright><generator></generator><lastBuildDate>Thu, 24 Jul 2008 13:44:00 GMT</lastBuildDate><image><title>No Point Whatsoever @ primodonna.blog-city.com</title><url>http://server1.blog-city.com/images/bc_v5_logo_small.gif</url><link>http://primodonna.blog-city.com/</link></image><ttl>360</ttl><docs>http://backend.userland.com/rss</docs><item><title>Eat Breakfast First!</title><guid isPermaLink="true">http://primodonna.blog-city.com/eat_breakfast_first.htm</guid><link>http://primodonna.blog-city.com/eat_breakfast_first.htm</link><pubDate>Mon, 12 May 2008 17:37:00 GMT</pubDate><comments>http://primodonna.blog-city.com/console/comments/popup/?f=eat%5Fbreakfast%5Ffirst</comments><dc:creator>Donna</dc:creator><description><![CDATA[<p><font size="3">My husband told me recently that he has been having really weird,&nbsp;vivid&nbsp;dreams.&nbsp; Some&nbsp;take place at his old job or someplace that he&nbsp;isn&#39;t around anymore.&nbsp; Now, I&#39;m not superstitious, but there is one thing that I am reluctant to do.&nbsp; I don&#39;t like to tell anyone about my bad dreams before breakfast.&nbsp; I remember as a kid&nbsp;hearing people say not to tell your dreams before you eat breakfast because they may come true.&nbsp; So I tell my husband, &quot;Don&#39;t tell me about them until you eat something!&quot;</font></p><p align="center"><font size="3">///////</font></p><font size="3"><p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"><span style="font-family: Verdana"><em><font color="#800080">I will say of the LORD,<br />&ldquo;He is my refuge and my fortress,<br />my God, in him will I trust.&rdquo;<span>&nbsp; </span>Psalm 91:2</font></em></span></p></font>]]></description></item><item><title>A Bit of Information</title><guid isPermaLink="true">http://primodonna.blog-city.com/a_bit_of_information.htm</guid><link>http://primodonna.blog-city.com/a_bit_of_information.htm</link><pubDate>Sat, 03 May 2008 14:09:00 GMT</pubDate><comments>http://primodonna.blog-city.com/console/comments/popup/?f=a%5Fbit%5Fof%5Finformation</comments><dc:creator>Donna</dc:creator><description><![CDATA[<p><font size="3">Remember about three years ago when I told you about living at Walker Air Force Base in Roswell, New Mexico,&nbsp;when I was in grade school?&nbsp; I didn&#39;t tell you about a place called <a href="http://www.emnrd.state.nm.us/PRD/bottomless.htm"><strong>Bottomless Lakes State Park</strong></a>.&nbsp; To me it was in the middle of the desert and hot.&nbsp; We heard that it was called&nbsp;bottomless because no one had ever found the bottom.&nbsp; It don&#39;t know if that is true.&nbsp; They also said that if you drowned in the lake, they would never find your body.&nbsp; No wonder I was reluctant to swim there!</font></p><p><font size="3">Anyway, the other day, I was reading&nbsp;a magazine&nbsp;insert called &quot;American Profile&quot; that we get with our local newspaper.&nbsp; There is a section called &quot;Tidbits.&quot;&nbsp; Here is a portion of what it said:&nbsp; <em>Bottomless Lakes State Park near Roswell (pop. 45,293) is noted for its &quot;Pecos Diamonds,&quot; which are quartz crystals formed inside gypsum.&nbsp; The soft gypsum crumbles to expose the &quot;diamonds.&quot;&nbsp; A display of the crystals is in the park&#39;s visitors&#39; center.</em></font></p><p><font size="3">Now for the good part:&nbsp; <em>Bottomless Lakes State Park is named for its lakes, which appear bottomless.&nbsp; According to legend, cowboys tried without success to find the bottom with lariats tied together.&nbsp; The lakes&#39; greenish color, from algae and other aquatic plants, creates the illusion of depth.</em></font></p><p><font size="3">Now aren&#39;t you glad I told you that?&nbsp; And don&#39;t you want my autograph?&nbsp; Ha, ha, ha!</font></p><p align="center"><font size="3">///////</font></p><p align="center"><font size="3" color="#800080"><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Verdana"><em>The eternal God is your refuge,<br />and underneath are the everlasting arms.<br />Deuteronomy 33:27a</em></span></font></p>]]></description></item><item><title>A Bit of Advice</title><guid isPermaLink="true">http://primodonna.blog-city.com/a_bit_of_advice_1.htm</guid><link>http://primodonna.blog-city.com/a_bit_of_advice_1.htm</link><pubDate>Mon, 25 Feb 2008 12:58:00 GMT</pubDate><comments>http://primodonna.blog-city.com/console/comments/popup/?f=a%5Fbit%5Fof%5Fadvice%5F1</comments><dc:creator>Donna</dc:creator><description><![CDATA[<p><font size="3">When you step up onto the sidewalk from the parking lot in front of Dollar Tree, make sure that you raise your foot high enough.&nbsp; If you don&#39;t, you&#39;ll be sorry.&nbsp; You may just happen to fall face down, hitting your knees, hands, and head on the concrete.&nbsp; Then the next day your left knee and right wrist will be sore.&nbsp; You may even end up with some bruises and sore abdominal muscles.&nbsp; And you just might have to buy a new pair of sunglasses because they have&nbsp;scratches on them.</font></p><p><font size="3">So, in order to avoid pain and stiffness and the necessity of buying new sunglasses,&nbsp;be sure to pick up your feet!</font></p><p align="center"><font size="3">///////</font></p><p align="center"><font size="3" color="#800080"><em>You shall walk in all the ways which the LORD your God commanded you,<br />that you may live and that it may be well with you,<br />and that you may prolong your days in the land which you shall possess.<br />Deuteronomy 5:33</em></font></p>]]></description></item><item><title>Don&apos;t Ask Me How I Know...</title><guid isPermaLink="true">http://primodonna.blog-city.com/dont_ask_me_how_i_know_3.htm</guid><link>http://primodonna.blog-city.com/dont_ask_me_how_i_know_3.htm</link><pubDate>Sun, 16 Sep 2007 11:56:00 GMT</pubDate><comments>http://primodonna.blog-city.com/console/comments/popup/?f=dont%5Fask%5Fme%5Fhow%5Fi%5Fknow%5F3</comments><dc:creator>Donna</dc:creator><description><![CDATA[<font size="3">...But, before looking all through your house for two days for something you just know you put up somewhere to keep safe, make sure that it is even in your house and not at your daughter&#39;s where you really left it.</font>]]></description></item><item><title>You Decide</title><guid isPermaLink="true">http://primodonna.blog-city.com/you_decide.htm</guid><link>http://primodonna.blog-city.com/you_decide.htm</link><pubDate>Mon, 13 Aug 2007 22:50:00 GMT</pubDate><comments>http://primodonna.blog-city.com/console/comments/popup/?f=you%5Fdecide</comments><dc:creator>Donna</dc:creator><description><![CDATA[<p><font size="3">Today when my husband and I were out and about, I saw three people wearing t-shirts with messages on them.&nbsp; </font></p><p><font size="3">At a restaurant I saw a slender, twenty-something woman wearing tight-fitting jeans.&nbsp; Her t-shirt showed more than her midriff; you could see her pierced belly button.&nbsp; Written on her t-shirt was &quot;Porn Star in Training.&quot;&nbsp; As she stood there, a young man about the same age passed her.&nbsp; His shirt said, &quot;Property of Jesus.&quot;</font></p><p><font size="3">You&#39;ve heard about the initials &quot;WWJD?&quot; that young people sometimes wear on their bracelets and clothes.&nbsp; They stand for &quot;What would Jesus do?&quot;&nbsp; And you&#39;ve probably watched (or, like me,&nbsp;just heard about) those &quot;Friday the 13th&quot; movies with Jason wearing a hockey mask.&nbsp; Later in a store, I saw a guy wearing a black t-shirt with the following on the front:&nbsp; WW(drawing of a hockey mask)D?</font></p><p><font size="3">I&nbsp;don&#39;t know if they are a reflection of our society at large.&nbsp; Maybe they don&#39;t mean anything at all.&nbsp; You decide.</font></p><p align="center"><font size="3">///////////</font></p><p align="center"><font size="3" color="#800080"><em>Show me a sign for good, That those who hate me may see it <br />and be ashamed, Because You, LORD, have helped me <br />and comforted me.&nbsp; Psalm 86:17</em></font></p>]]></description></item><item><title>Question</title><guid isPermaLink="true">http://primodonna.blog-city.com/question.htm</guid><link>http://primodonna.blog-city.com/question.htm</link><pubDate>Thu, 28 Jun 2007 12:35:00 GMT</pubDate><comments>http://primodonna.blog-city.com/console/comments/popup/?f=question</comments><dc:creator>Donna</dc:creator><description><![CDATA[<p><font size="3">Well, I&#39;ve been awfully busy or awfully tired.&nbsp; I hope you haven&#39;t given up on me.&nbsp; I&#39;ll be back on a regular basis soon (I hope).&nbsp; Meanwhile, I have a question--</font><font size="3">&nbsp;</font></p><p><font size="3"><em>If a man is walking along in the forest and he&#39;s talking, but a woman is not there to hear him, is he still wrong?<br /></em></font></p>]]></description></item><item><title>Crayons</title><guid isPermaLink="true">http://primodonna.blog-city.com/crayons.htm</guid><link>http://primodonna.blog-city.com/crayons.htm</link><pubDate>Sun, 03 Jun 2007 02:18:00 GMT</pubDate><comments>http://primodonna.blog-city.com/console/comments/popup/?f=crayons</comments><dc:creator>Donna</dc:creator><description><![CDATA[<p><font size="3">On average, children use&nbsp;710 crayons by the time they are 10 years old.&nbsp; I found that out by watching &quot;How It&#39;s Made&quot; on the Science Channel.</font></p><p align="center"><font size="3">//////////////////</font></p><p align="center"><font size="3" color="#800080"><em>A friend loves at all times, and a brother is born for adversity.&nbsp; Proverbs 17:17</em></font></p>]]></description></item><item><title>Time for a Better Frame</title><guid isPermaLink="true">http://primodonna.blog-city.com/time_for_a_better_frame.htm</guid><link>http://primodonna.blog-city.com/time_for_a_better_frame.htm</link><pubDate>Wed, 21 Feb 2007 13:42:00 GMT</pubDate><comments>http://primodonna.blog-city.com/console/comments/popup/?f=time%5Ffor%5Fa%5Fbetter%5Fframe</comments><dc:creator>Donna</dc:creator><description><![CDATA[<p align="left"><font size="3">When I went to the Kimbell Art Museum in 1999 to see an exhibit called &quot;Gifts of the Nile ~ Ancient Egyptian <a href="http://www.touregypt.net/featurestories/faience.htm">Faience</a>,&quot; I bought a poster.&nbsp; I then&nbsp;put the poster in a cheap plastic frame.&nbsp; After what happened recently, I think I need to consider buying a better frame.</font></p><p align="left">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; <img src="http://files.blog-city.com/files/A05/116334/p/f/pictureframe_small.jpg" alt="picture frame" width="300" height="400" /></p><p align="left"><font size="3">Can you see how the bottom part of the frame fell and landed on the top of the frame below instead of falling to the floor?&nbsp; It stayed balanced there for a couple of weeks, until I had a chance to take a photo.</font></p>]]></description></item><item><title>Jeep Dashboard</title><guid isPermaLink="true">http://primodonna.blog-city.com/jeep_dashboard.htm</guid><link>http://primodonna.blog-city.com/jeep_dashboard.htm</link><pubDate>Wed, 15 Nov 2006 13:48:00 GMT</pubDate><comments>http://primodonna.blog-city.com/console/comments/popup/?f=jeep%5Fdashboard</comments><dc:creator>Donna</dc:creator><description><![CDATA[<p align="left"><font size="3">One morning not long ago, I was driving in my Jeep&nbsp;listening to a CD.&nbsp;&nbsp;One display on the dashboard shows the CD track number that is playing, and to the right is the time.</font>&nbsp;<font size="3"> &nbsp;I looked down to see what time it was and here is what I saw--</font></p><p align="center"><font size="6" color="#336600">T11 11:11</font></p><p align="left"><font size="3">At first I was a bit confused, then I thought, &quot;How neat!&quot;</font></p>]]></description></item><item><title>Low Bone Mass</title><guid isPermaLink="true">http://primodonna.blog-city.com/low_bone_mass.htm</guid><link>http://primodonna.blog-city.com/low_bone_mass.htm</link><pubDate>Wed, 11 Oct 2006 20:58:00 GMT</pubDate><comments>http://primodonna.blog-city.com/console/comments/popup/?f=low%5Fbone%5Fmass</comments><dc:creator>Donna</dc:creator><description><![CDATA[<p align="left"><font size="3">This summer I found out that I have osteopenia&nbsp;or low bone density. The doctor prescribed Fosamax to strengthen my bones.&nbsp; At first I didn&#39;t pay to much attention to the pills, but when I finally really looked at one, I said to myself, &quot;How appropriate!&quot;&nbsp; Don&#39;t you think so </font><font size="3">too?</font></p><p align="left"><font size="3"><img src="http://files.blog-city.com//files/A05/116334/p/f/fozamax_small.jpg" alt="Fosamax" width="288" height="216" /><br /><br /></font></p>]]></description></item><item><title>Strange Thoughts While in the Kitchen</title><guid isPermaLink="true">http://primodonna.blog-city.com/strange_thoughts_while_in_the_kitchen.htm</guid><link>http://primodonna.blog-city.com/strange_thoughts_while_in_the_kitchen.htm</link><pubDate>Wed, 16 Aug 2006 06:00:00 GMT</pubDate><comments>http://primodonna.blog-city.com/console/comments/popup/?f=strange%5Fthoughts%5Fwhile%5Fin%5Fthe%5Fkitchen</comments><dc:creator>Donna</dc:creator><description><![CDATA[<p class="MsoNormal" align="left"><font face="Verdana" size="2">The other day I was putting our plastic salad fork and spoon in the drawer.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>I didn&rsquo;t get the fork down in the drawer enough and when I closed the drawer, one of the tines broke off.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>When I looked at the fork with the tine missing, I was immediately reminded of a missing tooth in a person&rsquo;s mouth.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>I asked myself, &ldquo;If I put the broken tine under my pillow, would the Tooth Fairy bring me money?&rdquo;<br />
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I made my husband's favorite cake for his 61st birthday last Monday.&nbsp; I didn't really decorate it, but can you see what I wrote in the icing?<br />
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After I finished, I realized that if I turned the cake around, it would read--</font></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal" align="left"><font face="Verdana" size="2">Then I said to myself, &ldquo;I wonder if Bill wishes he was 19 again?&rdquo;<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>I wouldn&rsquo;t want him to be because I didn&rsquo;t know him when he was 19.&nbsp; Later Bill said&nbsp;that he wasn't really 19 although he looked like it.&nbsp; Ha!<br />
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</font><font face="Verdana" size="2">I hope I don't keep having these strange thoughts, but I'm not holding my breath!</font></p>]]></description></item><item><title>Missing Glass of Water</title><guid isPermaLink="true">http://primodonna.blog-city.com/missing_glass_of_water.htm</guid><link>http://primodonna.blog-city.com/missing_glass_of_water.htm</link><pubDate>Fri, 07 Jul 2006 06:00:00 GMT</pubDate><comments>http://primodonna.blog-city.com/console/comments/popup/?f=missing%5Fglass%5Fof%5Fwater</comments><dc:creator>Donna</dc:creator><description><![CDATA[<p align="left"><font face="Verdana" size="2">Most of the time I carry around an insulated glass of ice water to sip on.&nbsp; Last week I sat the glass down and couldn't remember where.&nbsp; I looked upstairs and downstairs and even out on the patio.&nbsp; Then I looked a second time.&nbsp; I could never find that glass of water!&nbsp; So I&nbsp;got myself another glass.&nbsp; We went away for five days.&nbsp; We drove our van.&nbsp; Yesterday as I got into my Jeep to go to the grocery store, here is what I found!<br /><br /><img style="WIDTH: 313px; HEIGHT: 228px" height="297" alt="" src="http://files.blog-city.com/files/A05/116334/p/f/glassofwater_small.jpg" width="400" /></font></p>]]></description></item><item><title>Signs on the Road</title><guid isPermaLink="true">http://primodonna.blog-city.com/signs_on_the_road.htm</guid><link>http://primodonna.blog-city.com/signs_on_the_road.htm</link><pubDate>Wed, 01 Mar 2006 23:15:00 GMT</pubDate><comments>http://primodonna.blog-city.com/console/comments/popup/?f=signs%5Fon%5Fthe%5Froad</comments><dc:creator>Donna</dc:creator><description><![CDATA[<p align="left"><font face="Verdana" size="2">Here are my weird thoughts in response to two signs that I saw today--&nbsp; <br /><br />As I was driving from one&nbsp;sister's house to the other, I filled up my mom's car, which she was so nice to let me use.&nbsp; I bought gas for $2.14 a gallon.&nbsp; As I drove down the road after filling up, I saw this sign that said, &quot;Fishing worms $2.14.&quot;&nbsp; I thought to myself, &quot;If I was a fisher and needed worms, I could get worms for just the cost of a gallon of gas!&quot;&nbsp; <br /><br />Later I drove by a restaurant.&nbsp; The sign outside said, &quot;Zaxby's--real chicken.&quot;&nbsp; I asked myself, &quot;Do other restaurants serve fake chicken?&nbsp;&nbsp;What is the difference?&nbsp; And is real chicken better?&quot;</font>&nbsp;</p>]]></description></item><item><title>D.A.D.D.</title><guid isPermaLink="true">http://primodonna.blog-city.com/dadd.htm</guid><link>http://primodonna.blog-city.com/dadd.htm</link><pubDate>Fri, 17 Feb 2006 03:02:00 GMT</pubDate><comments>http://primodonna.blog-city.com/console/comments/popup/?f=dadd</comments><dc:creator>Donna</dc:creator><description><![CDATA[<p align="left"><font face="Verdana" size="2">I smiled this morning when I saw a bumper sticker that said, &quot;D.A.D.D.&nbsp; Dads Against Daughters Dating.&quot;&nbsp;&nbsp; <br />Although I am not a dad, I remember telling my daughter that she couldn't date until she was 35!&nbsp; But did she listen?&nbsp; Noooooo!</font></p>]]></description></item><item><title>Amy, I Love You Too!</title><guid isPermaLink="true">http://primodonna.blog-city.com/i_love_you_too_amy.htm</guid><link>http://primodonna.blog-city.com/i_love_you_too_amy.htm</link><pubDate>Thu, 22 Sep 2005 01:33:00 GMT</pubDate><comments>http://primodonna.blog-city.com/console/comments/popup/?f=i%5Flove%5Fyou%5Ftoo%5Famy</comments><dc:creator>Donna</dc:creator><description><![CDATA[<p align="left">This is a spur-of-the-moment entry.  I am working on future entries and deciding dates that I want to post them.  I just turned to November on the little calendar here by our computer.  My eyes filled with tears and at the same time I laughed with joy.  There is a post-it from my daughter Amy that says, &quot;Hi!  Mom, I love you!&quot;  </p>]]></description></item><item><title>I Want to Sleep With You Forever</title><guid isPermaLink="true">http://primodonna.blog-city.com/i_want_to_sleep_with_you_forever.htm</guid><link>http://primodonna.blog-city.com/i_want_to_sleep_with_you_forever.htm</link><pubDate>Mon, 06 Jun 2005 03:01:00 GMT</pubDate><comments>http://primodonna.blog-city.com/console/comments/popup/?f=i%5Fwant%5Fto%5Fsleep%5Fwith%5Fyou%5Fforever</comments><dc:creator>Donna</dc:creator><description><![CDATA[I've been hearing a song on the radio that I really like--<em><a href="http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/keithurban/makingmemoriesofus.html">Making Memories of Us</a></em> by Keith Urban.  I like both the melody and the words.  I especially like the words, <em>I wanna sleep with you forever, I wanna die in your arms.</em>  I told my husband this.  He is such a wiseguy and responded with &quot;That's going to be hard if I die first.&quot;  We both cracked up!]]></description></item><item><title>Something Sad</title><guid isPermaLink="true">http://primodonna.blog-city.com/something_sad.htm</guid><link>http://primodonna.blog-city.com/something_sad.htm</link><pubDate>Sun, 22 May 2005 19:42:00 GMT</pubDate><comments>http://primodonna.blog-city.com/console/comments/popup/?f=something%5Fsad</comments><dc:creator>Donna</dc:creator><description><![CDATA[<p>Last weekend I looked down at our toothbrush holder and saw something that was very sad.  There was only one toothbrush instead of two.  (My husband had traveled to Kansas for a funeral, and I was home by myself.)</p>]]></description></item></channel></rss>