tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-69966415806050146112024-03-05T10:24:20.552-08:00Random Thoughts2catshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10422139409011064601noreply@blogger.comBlogger243125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6996641580605014611.post-46917002136343983972010-12-10T15:43:00.000-08:002010-12-10T16:21:34.354-08:00Christmas Tree Memories - December 10, 2010<div><span class="Apple-style-span" > <span class="Apple-style-span" ><b> When I was growing up my family didn't have money for a <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Christmas</span> tree. However, we had a tree each and every year. I don't know where a few of them came from, and I don't know how my mom managed to make sure we had a tree. Our Christmas trees were always a surprise and beautiful to us.</b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><b> In the 60's people were getting into a lot of flash. Silver trees for Christmas. I shudder to think about it now. But, when I was 10 years old that is what our tree was. It was an aluminum tree with a color wheel of the basic colors. The wheel plugged in and turned so that a different color shined on the tree. Sounds hideous right? To me that tree was the best ever, remember that is a 10 year <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">old's</span> taste. It was a modern tree. Oh how beauteous that tree was!</b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><b> I remember one year mom told us that there would not be a tree because she just could not afford one. No way, no how, period. There wouldn't be many gifts that year either. That year we walked to church for midnight mass as was our tradition. We loved the magic of mass at midnight and a quietly falling snow. We could feel the love as our Savior was born in to this world. That year when we got home there in our living room was a beautifully decorated tree with presents underneath it. My mom to her dying day denied knowing where the tree or the gifts came from. Back then we didn't lock our doors so it could have been anyone leaving us this wondrous gift. Ours neighbors were like that.</b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><b> One year we had a Charlie Brown tree. We waited until the last moment to get a tree and all the really good ones had been chosen. The tree had brownish limbs on the bottom already and the needles fell of if the tree was moved too suddenly. The part that we put toward the room was not too bad. Fortunately we always put our tree in the corner so the bald part of the tree went there and no one knew but us that we had a poor left over tree. And we didn't care.</b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><b> I picked us up a tree one time from a lot that was already closed. It was Christmas Eve and they had closed early. It was dark. I went into the business next door to pay for it and they told me that the people in charge of the trees were gone. I asked what I should do and it was recommended to me to take the tree and have a happy Christmas. I took the tree and the wheel stand. </b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><b> A Christmas tree other than these already mentioned that stand out in my mind is the tree that came with food. It was about a week <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">before</span> Christmas. There was a knock at the front door, my mom answered it. There wasn't anyone there, but what was there was a big box of food and a wonderful tree. Again the work of <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">generous</span> neighbors or possible the church. That was a nice surprise.</b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><b> Now days I still put up a tree, but none of my trees even come close to those of my childhood. It seems that every year was a surprise to what kind of tree we would be having. Would it be silver, or spindly, or full and beautiful? We really didn't care because we still had the love of each other and of the season.</b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><b> </b></span></div>2catshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10422139409011064601noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6996641580605014611.post-15092136365193733522010-12-05T18:32:00.000-08:002010-12-05T18:53:43.491-08:00Monday Mahem - December 6, 2010<span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" >Welcome to Monday Mayhem.<br />Today our meme is based upon several reader's poll's including the current issue of InStyle Magazine. Have fun answering the prompts and be sure to visit the other participants.<br />Thanks for playing!</span><br /><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" >1. Do you RSVP to all of your invites over the holidays?</span></b></span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" >I don't get many invites. But yes I do RSVP because I would want the same courtesy shown me.</span><br /></b><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; " >2. What's your best excuse for not attending a holiday function?</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" >I guess I would just tell the truth and say I have no interest. Well , maybe I would soften it a bit, that sounded kind of harsh.</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /><span class="Apple-style-span">3. Have you ever had 'a little too much' of anything in front of your boss at a holiday celebration or done anything else that may come back at you to haunt you in the future ?</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span"> </span></b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" >My boss and I are really good friends. She is actually my former boss from my last job which ended in 1991. However, we were friends even before I left the company. We often had "car trouble" at lunch and never made it back to work. It was easy for me to tell my boss,but she had to call her boss and tell him she wouldn't be back for the afternoon. We had great times. That was before I knew better and drank. I don't participate now.</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" >4. How many cards do you send via 'snail mail' (regular mail)</span>?</span></b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span">Maybe 5 or 6 to very special people.</span><br /></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" >5. How many cards do you send via email?</span></b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span">Three</span><span class="Apple-style-span">.</span></span><br /><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" >6.What is your exercise routine during the holiday season?</span></b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" >Same as during the year...not too much of anything.</span><br /><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" >7. What is your least favorite thing about the holiday season?</span></b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" >I love the decorating part of the season, but I feel the let down when I have to put it all away. One year some of the decorations stayed up until April because the shed was covered in snow and I could not get to it. That was kind of over doing it and I was ready for my house to be totally normal again.</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /><span class="Apple-style-span">8. Tell us what is your regifting policy?</span></span></b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" >I figure that once I give a gift what the recipient wants to do with it is their business. Give it away, throw it away, or anything , it isn't my concern because the item doesn't belong to me it is theirs to do with what they want. So yes, I would also regift.</span><br /><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" >9. Ever been the recipient of a re-gift?</span></b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" >I have no idea, but probably.</span><br /><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" >10. What is your basic 'fat outfit' to wear after you have been sampling too much of the holiday festivities?</span></b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px; "><b><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Comfy clothes are the order for any time of the year when food is going to be served. And loose fitting tops.</span><br /></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica; font-size: 12px; color: rgb(0, 102, 0); ">Join us next week as we play the annoyances of the Holiday Season.</span></b><br /><a href="http://mondaymahem.blogspot.com/" target="_blank" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); text-decoration: none; font-family: Arial, Helvetica; font-size: 12px; "><img border="0" alt="Join Us for Monday Mayhem" width="150px" src="http://i358.photobucket.com/albums/oo22/iamharriet/monday/th_button.jpg" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 2px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 2px; border-top-width: 1px; border-right-width: 1px; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-left-width: 1px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; border-top-style: solid; border-right-style: solid; border-bottom-style: solid; border-left-style: solid; border-top-color: rgb(204, 204, 204); border-right-color: rgb(204, 204, 204); border-bottom-color: rgb(204, 204, 204); border-left-color: rgb(204, 204, 204); " /></a><br /><br /><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"><br /></span></span></span></div>2catshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10422139409011064601noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6996641580605014611.post-64519016861382228062010-12-03T18:16:00.000-08:002010-12-03T18:47:48.156-08:00The name of the Blog says it All.<b><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br />It has been so long since I blogged about anything that I am going to do a little bit quick catch -up.<br /><br />On October 1, 2010 after 45 years being a heavy smoker, I quit smoking. It has been 2 months now and I feel better than I ever imagined I could. I guess what they say is really true...that when the time is right the quitting is easy. I smoked my last cigarette the night of September 30 and never looked back. That is not to say I have not had a craving or two, but not bad enough to go buy any. Yea me!<br /><br />I became mom to baby kitties in July. We ended up keeping 2 of them. It is like having 3 year old twins around. What one doesn't think of the other does. They are adorable and sweet and fun, and affectionate. The yellow is named Butter Bean and the gray one in Lentil.<br /><br />Because I have the 2 rambunctious kittens in the house I am not doing up the Christmas decorations like I normally do. But, I have to do some decorating. I have been haunting the thrift stores lately looking for additions to what I already have, that which will make a new and different arrangement on top of the entertainment center. I will post a picture when I get something figured out.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihayZc5r8grpXfxDMCVJV4IRUANkfhsQ9SItxhoEuWGC70GNrqsehUPtTqtxbLincFa3FjSZ3QJPJVC_YkHUKQugPvzizziCvn5TVt9tOYP9W2LsDoeq4pQDmmfJ51B2dyc8HR3n3xluY/s1600/november_23__2010+043.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihayZc5r8grpXfxDMCVJV4IRUANkfhsQ9SItxhoEuWGC70GNrqsehUPtTqtxbLincFa3FjSZ3QJPJVC_YkHUKQugPvzizziCvn5TVt9tOYP9W2LsDoeq4pQDmmfJ51B2dyc8HR3n3xluY/s320/november_23__2010+043.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546647256280188898" /></a><br /><br /><br />Every winter I wonder why I put myself through another Minnesota winter. I really don't like the cold, and I loath snow. We have already had winter for a month now and I am crying for April. We had a snow storm over Thanksgiving weekend, one last weekend, and another one is blowing in tonight. We have roughly 20 inches of the ugly white stuff on the ground already.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2AiX84bAuC6ZkxOVrvBdxs56kHBu0e0-tHZVSpVFEVie64ZMrUhm32_X96w0jmRHB3KhR-OEm940p9QT6eEW6ivxJkfYJaLOnByLqyvEI8J1G1aI_S19w9eFBO7GhcoAaeX7Kv2ZKAZE/s1600/first_snow_1110+026.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 253px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2AiX84bAuC6ZkxOVrvBdxs56kHBu0e0-tHZVSpVFEVie64ZMrUhm32_X96w0jmRHB3KhR-OEm940p9QT6eEW6ivxJkfYJaLOnByLqyvEI8J1G1aI_S19w9eFBO7GhcoAaeX7Kv2ZKAZE/s320/first_snow_1110+026.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546648871119506770" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVEVlm3D_1q9aZupbOYcuI68CaJgUU4AbgauQ4fMWxSO6pjx8SiIJ47E5yqdWnri8YnBqrmOD39pITxeJwZhfM58_7WXo1ybMMi-nDU7SF0BfHlbYN1-6gOc4izYLaYO_e_Mt2erA5YY8/s1600/first_snow_1110+024.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVEVlm3D_1q9aZupbOYcuI68CaJgUU4AbgauQ4fMWxSO6pjx8SiIJ47E5yqdWnri8YnBqrmOD39pITxeJwZhfM58_7WXo1ybMMi-nDU7SF0BfHlbYN1-6gOc4izYLaYO_e_Mt2erA5YY8/s320/first_snow_1110+024.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546648861433715250" /></a><br /><br /><br /></span></span></span></b><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></span></b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></span></b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span></span></span></b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></span></b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></span></b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></span></b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></span></b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></span></b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">This is what I did yesterday. Can you guess?</span></span></span></b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZe9Vs0kvOKlI-bsABcoobrUnqzihhWvDLXLF71bgV_WRx_j4p5x_vwga_QgF7fdO7kXaquGrbR4nhr_YplWZHoxTTov2bX9EXgGb3BfT2yt3VVsRwVzkRDooew5kFyIbSVNz1HnPlWr8/s1600/first_snow_1110+036.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 237px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZe9Vs0kvOKlI-bsABcoobrUnqzihhWvDLXLF71bgV_WRx_j4p5x_vwga_QgF7fdO7kXaquGrbR4nhr_YplWZHoxTTov2bX9EXgGb3BfT2yt3VVsRwVzkRDooew5kFyIbSVNz1HnPlWr8/s320/first_snow_1110+036.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546649962856781090" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCbTHsbyQoMhrdJzvHgXGpv5_S75i0KpgaAsUHfW4YSrG5jDsvgdz_VDnvXMOtZFgE7pZLumfOdjPRsDK1zDWLw_oF7raRjisb9kChKwg_Z9H5Tcxe84D7uAjHM1CkF2aMNJKhG9tO-u4/s1600/first_snow_1110+034.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 264px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCbTHsbyQoMhrdJzvHgXGpv5_S75i0KpgaAsUHfW4YSrG5jDsvgdz_VDnvXMOtZFgE7pZLumfOdjPRsDK1zDWLw_oF7raRjisb9kChKwg_Z9H5Tcxe84D7uAjHM1CkF2aMNJKhG9tO-u4/s320/first_snow_1110+034.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546649953765107778" /></a><br /><br />I think you all are now up to date with life in my world.<br />I would like to post more often. Everyday I find myself thinking, "Oh that would be a good blog post." But do I post? Not so much.<br /><br /></span></span></span></b><br /></div>2catshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10422139409011064601noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6996641580605014611.post-21350985702971984652010-11-06T19:30:00.000-07:002010-11-06T19:54:19.840-07:00Sunday Stealing - November 7, 2010<span class="Apple-style-span" ><b><span class="Apple-style-span" >< style="font-style: italic; ">We do sometimes edit the original meme, usually to make it more relevant to our global players, to challenge our players, sometimes to select that meme's best questions, or simply to make it less repetitive from either this new meme or recently asked questions from a prior featured meme. </span>Let's go</span></b><b><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /><br /><br /><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" ><b>1. What do you consider your hometown to be?</b></span><br />The town where I grew up and went to school. It is a suburb of Minneapolis, but it has a small town feel to it. Even today. I would still feel safe walking there at night.</span></b><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br />2. What’s the hardest part of your average day?</span></b><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" >Deciding what to make for dinner. I am bored with everything that easily comes to mind. Anyone with new recipe ideas?<br /><br />3. The easiest? Why?<br />Getting up in the morning. I love the early part of the day. It is full of possibilities. With my first cup of coffee I spend my time reading in my Bible each morning. It is nice to have this as my quiet time with God.<br /><br />4. What beverage do you reach for to quench your thirst?<br />Cold, cold Water. If I am really really thirsty I want a small amount of pop. Or sweet tea.<br /><br />5. What is one not-so-secret goal you have for your life? I’ll let you keep your secret ones to yourself.<br />There are two goals into one (sort of), I want to go back to San Fransisco and spend some quality time there, and when I leave there I want to go to Maine and spend time there too.<br /><br />6. What physical pain do you fear most? For example, I’m trying to decide how bad my jaw pain needs to get before I risk a potential needle from my dentist. So, for me, throbbing is preferable to jabbing.<br />It will have to be either the lower back pain I get when I stand for more than 10 minutes or the pain I get in my hands and left arm when I have done too much crocheting. Either one limits me on what I can do.<br /><br />7. Where do you find solace?<br />In the morning with my Bible. Or with my cats on my lap.<br /><br />8. What makes you the saddest when you read/see the news?<br />I hate to see the abuse/neglect (isn't neglect really abuse?) of children. It makes my blood boil when I see what people do to the precious gift that they have been given.<br /><br />9. What do you eat for a favorite snack?<br />Cookies. Chocolate. Chocolate cookies would be divine.<br /><br />10. What movie could you/would you watch more than two or three times and still enjoy just as much as the first time?<br />For a newer movie it would be "Sahara" with Matthew McConaughey and Steve Zahn. It is a fun movie to watch. I could watch The Sound of Music over and over. And do. My all time favorite movie is "Now Voyager".<br /><br />11. What boy/girl first made you cry?<br />Oh my! I am not sure I can remember back that far. But I would guess it was 9th grade because I was the new kid in the school.<br /><br />12. What brand of coffee/tea do you drink most often?<br />If I have to I drink Folger's Breakfast Blend. I prefer McGarvey coffee, but is hard to find here. I have to go to the city to buy it.<br /><br />13. Dig in the dirt with or without garden gloves?<br />EWWW. Do I really have to put my hands in dirt? I don't like my hands and nails to get dirty. If I have to dig in dirt I will take 3 pairs of gloves please.<br /><br />14. James Taylor or Carly Simon?<br />James Taylor all the way.<br /><br />Thank you for playing this week on <a href="http://sundaystealing.blogspot.com/" style="text-decoration: none; "><span><strong>Sunday Stealing</strong></span></a><span><strong>!</strong></span> Please leave a comment or link when you have posted. Feel free to stop back and visit other player’s posts. Have a great week. See you next Sunday!</span></b><br /></div></div>2catshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10422139409011064601noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6996641580605014611.post-27449858982110802612010-09-21T18:42:00.000-07:002010-09-21T19:51:22.489-07:00Saying good-bye to one and Welcome to two.<span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><b>I have not posted this summer. It has been a summer of mixed emotions. Many things have happened that have given me worry and heartache. I am not going to write about all of them, but I will mention 2 right now.</b></span></span><div><b><br /></b><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><b>I mentioned in a post about my loving boy cat,Randy, packing his little bag and leaving home. He has returned, but not in the same condition as he left. He doesn't seem to remember us. It is like he wants to remember, and yet he is aloof and withdrawn. So while we thankful to see him again, healthy and in one piece we are a bit confused as to what happened to him while he was travelling.</b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><b><br /></b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><b>I had to say good-bye and farewell to my big ol' Tubby cat. He was 12 and weighed about 20 pounds. I don't know why he went to the Rainbow Bridge. He was fine on Sunday. His favorite neighbor came for a visit, and he jumped right up into her lap. He loved her so much. He liked to stick his nose up the sleeve of her shirt, right up to her arm pit. That was Sunday. Monday he was fine. Tuesday good. Wednesday morning he was in a coma. He passed over that afternoon. </b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><b><br /></b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><b>I help him in my arms all day. Praying for a different outcome than the one I knew was coming. He took one last deep breath, I looked into his eyes and could tell he was gone. He was the best.<br /></b></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><u><br /></u></span></div></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPCOZLx1oHO3kjvTqyg_SzsdaS7r6LOhyAhjkxJQNiuXxrD5M2H-PP61TARY05ywkR8Ox9FuShrQTi0u1F04fjPTqruw3Hkc7lKP1wNdWJ6yzEc9oUQZdey47Xxfan5cAa1HRCbE5kn3I/s1600/100_0061.jpg"><img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 234px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPCOZLx1oHO3kjvTqyg_SzsdaS7r6LOhyAhjkxJQNiuXxrD5M2H-PP61TARY05ywkR8Ox9FuShrQTi0u1F04fjPTqruw3Hkc7lKP1wNdWJ6yzEc9oUQZdey47Xxfan5cAa1HRCbE5kn3I/s320/100_0061.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519552051295082370" /></a></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9CszXxrx2UHPqKJLOLh5dloNnZ4RmVPE6epGXVcfyL8Vr4VbOGotjgTUVUE0vPc2w2Lof4PZJjUUd5kD3Sb9lVnRqCJdI7LAPnn2kEPWSnSesIN-v04WqNO9N_h1EU1XSyXmwQPMM_fE/s1600/kttiescd+011.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 198px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9CszXxrx2UHPqKJLOLh5dloNnZ4RmVPE6epGXVcfyL8Vr4VbOGotjgTUVUE0vPc2w2Lof4PZJjUUd5kD3Sb9lVnRqCJdI7LAPnn2kEPWSnSesIN-v04WqNO9N_h1EU1XSyXmwQPMM_fE/s320/kttiescd+011.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519553377213839970" /></a><br /><br /><span class="Apple-style-span"><b><span class="Apple-style-span">He is truly missed.</span></b></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><b><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><b><span class="Apple-style-span">On May 25 one of the feral cats had babies. I knew where she was hiding her babies, but left them alone. The mommies are really protective as you can imagine. On July 12 I put food out for the ferals and saw her come to eat. That was at 7:15 AM, at 8:00 AM my husband found her dead in the road. There wasn't any blood on her, no broken bones, she looked as if she had just went to sleep in the road. </span></b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><b><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><b><span class="Apple-style-span">I went and got her babies. There were 3 of them. I called the vet and asked what to do. He gave me a recipe for milk replacement,and instructions to feed them every 2 hours. So began my sojourn into mothering 3 orphans. There were quite a few sleepless nights. The poor little dears just didn't know what to make of this strange looking mommy.</span></b></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2SbpqrV5ehEBpWiPmzZrobkR7WOMsUmvF_vsrchwHBhBbQ0U__vZQ7HdtgVyZkpdONDd9TcEfLspZ6pimeip96A4uqnh7OXUorvswx7tiWXxNYtCypMi7xhu9CeiFBoF6t6BOoAoWcSE/s1600/new_babies_july92010+009.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 310px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2SbpqrV5ehEBpWiPmzZrobkR7WOMsUmvF_vsrchwHBhBbQ0U__vZQ7HdtgVyZkpdONDd9TcEfLspZ6pimeip96A4uqnh7OXUorvswx7tiWXxNYtCypMi7xhu9CeiFBoF6t6BOoAoWcSE/s320/new_babies_july92010+009.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519556095175454994" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFX1H3g2UwLBuG2z_8NLA2YNqMj8-4riptdS3rpqimUfnmWFWEI2zniqMQch16KH9SbBwqnOgRp8sE2tgmW5sgcDrmp1r-UFguC9xg8Mme8EpyaHrmaSnpYF8nVAVKJAEOP3MJ_qeRGAs/s1600/new_babies_july92010+006.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 218px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFX1H3g2UwLBuG2z_8NLA2YNqMj8-4riptdS3rpqimUfnmWFWEI2zniqMQch16KH9SbBwqnOgRp8sE2tgmW5sgcDrmp1r-UFguC9xg8Mme8EpyaHrmaSnpYF8nVAVKJAEOP3MJ_qeRGAs/s320/new_babies_july92010+006.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519556085637996290" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-xn9wNH-HCcT8kvYzHSwdndA-eCs3jjz_bKg_WKEtGDQdfqoTHjJQ-Qo_12sUixwOXXYwvoyd7IwQrI4AX6m3S67hyphenhyphenyjk4Bg5gINFzwKh9ocJIJLYuHU45EJ0pruvs4g3XjLMAzlTZjY/s1600/new_babies_july92010+005.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 294px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-xn9wNH-HCcT8kvYzHSwdndA-eCs3jjz_bKg_WKEtGDQdfqoTHjJQ-Qo_12sUixwOXXYwvoyd7IwQrI4AX6m3S67hyphenhyphenyjk4Bg5gINFzwKh9ocJIJLYuHU45EJ0pruvs4g3XjLMAzlTZjY/s320/new_babies_july92010+005.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519557458564825874" /></a><br /><br /><span class="Apple-style-span"><b><span class="Apple-style-span">We knew we had to find homes for them, and one did go to my cousin. This was before Tub died. Even without talking about it the other two were here to stay. They had made this their home and into our hearts. The little Yellow one is named Butter Bean and the grey one we kept is Lentil.</span></b></span></div><div><b>I still miss Tub, and my heart is sore, but these little imps have helped to ease the hurt.<br /></b><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span">That is all I will write about them tonight, but one of the days soon I would like to tell you about Lentil's brave and miraculous fight of his life. I will have more pictures to post also. </span></b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span">Thanks for stopping by, I hope to be posting more often now that my life has settled down some.<br /></span></b><br /></div></div>2catshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10422139409011064601noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6996641580605014611.post-34826928439331322482010-09-15T17:52:00.000-07:002010-09-15T18:27:08.089-07:00Random Dozen - September 15, 2010<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 17px; line-height: 27px; "><b><span class="Apple-style-span">1. Do you do garage sales? If so, tell me about one great find. If not, tell me why not.</span></b></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 17px; line-height: 27px; "><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">Yes, I love to garage sale. The best find I ever got was a mink coat. I got it and a bunch of other things for $10.00. Yes you read that right $10.00. I wore that coat for years. It was beautiful. The pelts were a little worn but still in really good condition.</span><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></b><span class="Apple-style-span"><b>2. Name the last thing you fixed.</b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 17px; line-height: 27px; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">I don't really fix anything. I don't know how. I mean I can't even pound in a nail so that it stays in the wall. My husband is the mender, I can't sew. I can't even sew on buttons that will stay put.</span><br />3. Name your A) Favorite item of makeup OR B) Favorite tool</b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 17px; line-height: 27px; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">Favorite make up item is mascara. I can't leave home without it in place. My favorite tool, since I don't fix things is my bronzing powder and puffy brush.</span><br />4. Which room in your home needs organizing more than any other?</b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 17px; line-height: 27px; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">My bedroom. It is the household catch all. I think I saw tax statements from 1986 the other day. Seriously, it is bad.</span><br />5. Which room could use re-decorating?</b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 17px; line-height: 27px; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">As bad as the bedroom is, I would have to say the kitchen needs redecorating the most. I have a 1970 avocado green stove. The floor is kind of avocado green with yellow and is peeling in most places. The cupboards are nasty fake wood brown, and the sinks are the same avocado green.</span><br />6. Share something unique about your town.</b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 17px; line-height: 27px; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">On September 1, 1894 a fire swept through the town. It burned 420 square miles. It is now referred to as "The Great Hinckley Fire." It is listed in Wiki-pedia if you are interested. There were some amazing survival skills demonstrated that day.</span><br />7. If you could send a one-sentence message to your great-grandchild, what would it be?</b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 17px; line-height: 27px; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">I love you even now, I wish you everything in life that is good, and chocolate makes everything all better.</span><br />8. Do you Facebook? </b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 17px; line-height: 27px; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">Yes, I do. I don't write a lot. I play a lot of games. I share with family and I talk (IM).</span><br />9. Describe your favorite shoes.</b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 17px; line-height: 27px; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">My first pair of Birkenstocks. I love them. I have several pairs but keep the old ones by the door for a quick slip on. I even have Birkenstock shoes. That way I can wear them all year long.</span><br />10. Do you listen to more talk radio or more music radio? What kind of station is it?</b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 17px; line-height: 27px; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">No talk radio for me. If I can't get the local country station then I listen to the oldies station from the city.</span><br />11. How far would you travel for a really good (favorite) meal?</b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 17px; line-height: 27px; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">Well, I am 22 miles from town so at least that far.</span><br />12. If you were totally honest with yourself (and us) what should you probably be doing right now instead of blogging?</b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 17px; line-height: 27px; ">This time of night is just for me. I can do whatever I want and I choose to blog. The day is for work and stuff, but not the nights.</span></div>2catshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10422139409011064601noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6996641580605014611.post-66690294112658891962010-09-08T17:18:00.000-07:002010-09-08T17:41:10.825-07:00Random Dozen - September 8, 2020<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 27px; "><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 27px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#660000;"><b>It has been a long time since I posted anything. For any of you who were/are faithful followers I am sorry. It has been a weird summer. I will try to post more about that in the days to come, but for now I am doing Random Dozen.</b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 27px; "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 27px; "><br /></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;">1. Describe the best sandwich in the world, according to you.</span></span></span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 27px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#009900;">This is by far </span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#009900;">THE</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#009900;"> best sandwich. You can use any kind of bread (except white), Hellman's Mayo ( or whatever is the best in your part of the country), hard salami, colby cheese, lettuce, and sliced tomato. </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#009900;">Oh my do I have a craving now.</span></i><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;">2. Which inspires you more: a good conversation, a song, a book or movie?</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 27px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#009900;">Oh by far a good conversation. So much more to be gained by conversing. You can share ideas, opinions, goals. You might even learn a thing or two.</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;">3. What is your favorite board game?</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 27px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#009900;">Is backgammon considered a board game? I love backgammon. If it is not then I guess Scrabble.<br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;">4. As you grow older, are you more or less patient with small children?</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 27px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#009900;">As a rule I don't like children. I mean I love my son and those children that are in my life, but other kids? Naw, I don't like them. So I have less patience.</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;">5. Name one item you never let yourself run out of.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 27px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#009900;">Toothpaste. I can not even imagine starting my day without a clean mouth. <b>EWWW!</b></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;">6. Do you agree with Tennyson's assertion, "'Tis better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all?"</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 27px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#009900;">Yes. How could a person survive in this world not having experienced love. Even if that love didn't work out for the best you would still have known the heights of happiness.</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;">7. Name one national treasure or monument that you have visited.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 27px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#009900;">I don't know if this counts as a national treasure, but I like to say that I have walked across the Mississippi River. We have the head waters of the Mississippi in Minnesota located in the Bemidji Forest. It is a beautiful place full of walking trails and the wonderful head waters. It even boasts to having the tallest pine tree on record.</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;">8. Which is more painful, to be disappointed in someone else or to be disappointed in yourself?</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 27px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#009900;">To be disappointed in myself, because only I can control what I do.</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;">9. What makes your kitchen uniquely yours?</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 27px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#009900;">The mess? No really it would be the table cloth I embroidered for my table and a bowl of things on the table.</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;">10. Are you a crafty person?</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 27px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#009900;">I like to think I am. I can knit, crochet, embroider, scrapbook, cook, but none of those things with the exception of cooking very expertly</span>.<br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;">11. What is your favorite traditional picnic or bbq (cookout) food?</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 27px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#009900;">If it is BBQ at home it is hamburgers, potato salad, pickles and pie. </span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;">12. Name one leisurely activity you enjoyed over Labor Day Weekend.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 27px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#009900;">I went garage saling Saturday. I left at 7:20 am and got back home at 3:30 pm. I had a great very relaxing day finding treasures everywhere.</span></span></div>2catshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10422139409011064601noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6996641580605014611.post-25205435896748555642010-05-31T17:22:00.000-07:002010-05-31T18:08:50.214-07:00<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 20px; font-family:Trebuchet, 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, sans-serif;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left; "><span style="font-weight: bold; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Outside my window...</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">.It has been a beautiful Spring day. The perfect weather for a picnic. Sunshine, light breeze, low 70s, low humidity.</span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left; "><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I am thinking..</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">..that tomorrow I will walk around the woods and take some Spring pictures to post. I need to do it soon before they become Summer pictures. The woods changes so quickly.</span></span></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></span></div><span style="font-weight: bold; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I am thankful....</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">.</span></span></span><span style="font-weight: bold; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">for my friend Vivian. She came and drove for me after my last eye surgery. She will be here for the next eye too. This is for scar tissue that has formed on the new lens they put in after the cataract surgery.</span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 20px; font-family:Trebuchet, 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, sans-serif;"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span></span><span style="font-weight: bold; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I am wearing.....navy blue capris, royal blue top, socks and slippers.</span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"></span></span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span></b><span style="font-weight: bold; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I am hearing....</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">.a Sherlock Holmes program my husband has taped from WPT.</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /><br /></span></span><span style="font-weight: bold; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I am creating....</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">.an embroidered table cloth. </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></span><span style="font-weight: bold; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I am going....</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">.to the library later this week and to the thrift store.</span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></b></span><span style="font-weight: bold; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I am reading....</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">.nothing right now...hence the trip to the library.</span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></b></span><span style="font-weight: bold; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I am praying.....</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">for a friend who has to have hip replacement surgery on Wednesday.</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></span><span style="font-weight: bold; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I am remembering.....</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">My uncles, cousins, and father who all served in the military. They are gone from me now, but I look forward to seeing them again one day.</span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></b></span><span style="font-weight: bold; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I am hoping.....</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">that my gray cat Randy comes home. He has been missing since last Thursday. He is so sweet and loving. I miss him.</span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "><span style="font-weight: bold; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "><span style="font-weight: bold; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">On my mind....</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">.</span></span></span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">my son. And what he is going to do with his future. I think he is undecided and I can't help him with the decisions. It's hard to let them go.</span></span></b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> </span></span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></span><span style="font-weight: bold; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Noticing that..</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">. that the blackberry bushes have lots and lots of flowers this year. I hope that means we will have a large crop of berries come August.</span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></b></span><span style="font-weight: bold; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Pondering these words.....</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">but as for me and my house, we will serve the Lord. Joshua 24:15 </span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"></span></span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I am wondering how to do that when I am the only one in the house who believes.</span></span></b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></span></b><span style="font-weight: bold; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">From the kitchen.....</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">venison stew tomorrow, pork ribs and sour kraut with potatoes and carrots later this week, and I need to make some bread dough.</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></span><span style="font-weight: bold; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Around the house...</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">.clean clothes that need to be put away, a living room floor that needs to be vacuumed, and dusty furniture.</span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></b></span><span style="font-weight: bold; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">One of my favorite things.....the missing kitty's name is Randy. If anyone sees him please tell him his mama is worried about him.</span></i></span></span></span></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4pLtLwovsQb83i9Kz5ISlGHZkxmvVZspIrDOYwwSeNAJK5R7mvIuayaCkSGghVwfmFgNmVshqfsW-2NofPefMpDjiaNLzgCQKELxp9IQEOjCw4Euwwjj0EJqW7Lks122PXA22e1xkZyA/s1600/misc_junk_051710+003.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 236px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4pLtLwovsQb83i9Kz5ISlGHZkxmvVZspIrDOYwwSeNAJK5R7mvIuayaCkSGghVwfmFgNmVshqfsW-2NofPefMpDjiaNLzgCQKELxp9IQEOjCw4Euwwjj0EJqW7Lks122PXA22e1xkZyA/s320/misc_junk_051710+003.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477604270186816178" /></a></span></span></b></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></b></span><span style="font-weight: bold; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">A few plans for the rest of the week.....</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">an eye appointment to check on the eye that just had surgery and to schedule the next eye. Trip to library, yarn store, and thrift store.</span></span></span></span></div>2catshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10422139409011064601noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6996641580605014611.post-90581419898645615362010-05-29T18:59:00.000-07:002010-05-29T19:04:07.798-07:00Six Word Saturday - May 29, 2010The boy is gone 3 days.<div><br /></div><div>He went missing on Thursday. I keep telling the others to go find him but they look at me like I am crazy. I am worried about him because he thinks everything is a friend. How wrong he could be!</div><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHQKqtnJEltdqlWwg-NzFhIon5v9SeokAPQOf26tq-wYV0uX6LsbdiX25T6AU4iJY9AmdmhDdocpm8tbj-oqfTSKyHrUgdn7sVLHiGjwQ11L0Pc_YokZh6gA46qBa7Hh7XF2z2yB1ndjs/s1600/misc_junk_051710+003.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 236px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHQKqtnJEltdqlWwg-NzFhIon5v9SeokAPQOf26tq-wYV0uX6LsbdiX25T6AU4iJY9AmdmhDdocpm8tbj-oqfTSKyHrUgdn7sVLHiGjwQ11L0Pc_YokZh6gA46qBa7Hh7XF2z2yB1ndjs/s320/misc_junk_051710+003.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476877790568091970" /></a>2catshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10422139409011064601noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6996641580605014611.post-77293932760427250622010-05-29T18:30:00.000-07:002010-05-29T18:46:36.561-07:00Sunday Stealing - May 30, 2010<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; "><a href="http://sundaystealing.blogspot.com/" style="text-decoration: none; font-weight: bold; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC66CC;">Sunday Stealing: The Just Because Meme</span></span></a><br /><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;"><i>1. Make a list of 5 things you can see without getting up.</i></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#663366;">The woods, my husband, a cat, birds outside the window, a to be read reading list.</span></b></span></span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><b><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;"><i>2. How do you style your hair? How often do you cut it?</i></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#663366;">It is very short. I have it cut about every 3 months, but i always seem to cut it myself between professional cuts. My hairdresser says that I add texture.</span></b></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><b><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;"><i>3. What are you wearing now?</i></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#663366;">A robe</span></b></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><b><br /><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;">4. What's your occupation? Do you like it?</span></i><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#663366;">Housewife. Most of the time</span></b></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><b><br /><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;">5. When was the last time that you took a nap? Was there a special reason?</span></i><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#663366;">I fell asleep reading Friday morning. I guess the reason was because I was tired?</span></b></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;"><br />6. Who was the last person you hugged romantically?</span></i><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#663366;">My husband</span></b></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><b><br /><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;">8. What was the last full meal that you ate?</span></i><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#663366;">Pork, pasta, green vegetable, and applesauce. </span></b></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><b><br /><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;">9. What was the last email that you received?</span></i><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#663366;">Blog notification</span></b></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><b><br /><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;">10. What one website do you always visit when you go online?</span></i><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#663366;">Blogger and FB</span></b></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><b><br /><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;">11. What was the last significant thing you bought?</span></i><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#663366;">Do groceries count?</span> </b></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><b><br /><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;">12. What musical artist did you not get at first, but then became a fan?</span></i><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#663366;">Moby or Flogging Moll</span>y</b></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><b><br /><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;">13. What do you think about before you go to bed last night?</span></i><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#663366;">Plans for my day today.</span></b></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;"><br />14. What was the last CD you bought?</span></i><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#663366;">A Harry Conick Jr. Christmas CD</span></b></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><b><br /><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;">15. What is your favorite weather, and why? What's the weather like today?</span></i><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#663366;">Sunny, 68, low humidity, mild breeze. Lovely like that. Today is hot...86 and muggy.</span></b></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;"><br />16. If you could have a special artistic talent, what would it be?</span></i><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#663366;">I would love to be able to sing well. I sing now loudly but not well.</span></b></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><b><br /><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;">17. Did you watch the Idol 9 finale? If yes, what are your thoughts?</span></i><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#663366;">I have never ever watched any Idol.</span></b></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><b><br /><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;">18. What's something you'd like to say to someone right now?</span></i><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#663366;">What? Are you out of your mind??</span></b></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;"><br />19. Any special plans for this (holiday in the States) weekend?</span></i><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#663366;">None, sad to say.</span></b></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;"><br />20. Besides your current S/O, who was the last person that you loved romantically?</span></i></b></span></span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#663366;">It was a long, long time ago. I have been married almost 20 years.</span></b></span></span><a href="http://sundaystealing.blogspot.com/" style="text-decoration: none; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span></span></a></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><b><br /><br /></b></span></span><br /></span></div></div>2catshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10422139409011064601noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6996641580605014611.post-5191719115657590442010-05-26T17:09:00.000-07:002010-05-26T17:59:07.252-07:00Random Dozen - May 26, 2010<span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 27px; "><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><i>1. Would you rather host party or simply attend a party?</i></span></span></span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6666;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I think going to a party. Then I can go home when I want and not worry about the guests. I don't have to wait for them all to be ready to go home.</span></b></span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></b></span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><i>2. Tell us about the most memorable party you've been to.</i></span></span></span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6666;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">My cousin's wedding reception. It is where I met my husband.</span></b></span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></b></span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><i>3. What is one thing you hope for in the after-life?</i></span></span></span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6666;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I hope to hear, "Well done good, and faithful servant."</span></b></span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></b></span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><i>4. What do you enjoy most about sunshine?</i></span></span></span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6666;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">The lightness it brings to the day.</span></b></span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></b></span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><i>5. When you attend a bridal/baby shower, do you prefer to bring your own gift or chip in with others to buy a larger gift?</i></span></span></span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6666;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I prefer to bring my own gift. I like to shop. I like to get creative in my gift giving. I like to be independent. </span></b></span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></b></span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><i>6. Would you rather have a FREE week of having your house cleaned or all of your meals cooked for you and your family?</i></span></span></span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6666;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">A free week of housecleaning works for me. That would mean the dishes would be cleaned and the kitchen cleaned which is the worst part of cooking anyway.</span></b></span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></b></span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><i>7. What song describes your mood today?</i></span></span></span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6666;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">A song about arguing would fit today. That is what I have done most of today with the husband.</span></b></span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></b></span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><i>8. What is something you received for your own bridal shower/wedding that you still own or use? (If you are not married, feel free to sub a gift you received a long time ago.)</i></span></span></span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6666;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I can't answer this question. I didn't have nay bridal showers. At work I was the one who planned those things, and I couldn't very well plan my own. At home I don't know why I didn't have any.</span></b></span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></b></span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><i>9. Your favorite flavor of ice cream is?</i></span></span></span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6666;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Chocolate anything.</span></b></span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></b></span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><i>10. When was the last time you felt "tested?"</i></span></span></span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6666;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Today during the 3 hour long argument. The D word was said.</span></b></span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></b></span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><i>11. "[Fill in the blank] is a food that once I start eating I find really hard to stop."</i></span></span></span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6666;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Potato chips are a food that once I start eating I find really hard to stop. Or chocolate cookies.</span></b></span></span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 27px; "><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><i>12. "-----" is the best motivation.</i></span></span></span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 27px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6666;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Fear is the best motivation.</span></b></span></span></span></div>2catshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10422139409011064601noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6996641580605014611.post-32406378863171405182010-05-19T21:29:00.000-07:002010-05-19T21:44:44.902-07:00Random Thoughts - May 19, 2010<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 17px; line-height: 27px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000066;"><b>1. What is one really fast, know-by-heart "go-to" meal to fix in a pinch?</b></span></span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 17px; line-height: 27px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000066;">Tacos or <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Burritos</span>. Always easy, always fast.<br /><b>2. What is one item you won't leave home without. (Purse and license do not count.)</b></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 17px; line-height: 27px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000066;">My Sunglasses. Since cataract surgery it seems my eyes are even more sensitive to the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">brightness</span> of the sun.<br /><b>3. Where is one place you never tire of visiting?</b></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 17px; line-height: 27px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000066;">I haven't been there is a very long time, but it would be the Minneapolis Art Institute and Walker Art Center.<br /><b>4. Share one factoid of your family's history.</b></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 17px; line-height: 27px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000066;">My grandparents both came from Germany, but didn't know each other when they came here.<br /><b>5. Complete this sentence: "Once upon a time I ...."</b></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 17px; line-height: 27px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000066;">Once upon a time I wanted to be a Special Ed teacher.<br /><b>6. If you could win a one year's supply of anything, what would it be?</b></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 17px; line-height: 27px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000066;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">HMMM</span>. Maybe chocolate? Or a year's worth of waxing at the salon. Or haircuts. Or maid service.<br /><b>7. "One quirky thing you may not know about me is ...."</b></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 17px; line-height: 27px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000066;">One quirky thing you may not know about me is I gave up knitting because I hate to purl. I mean I hate to purl. I started to crochet instead.<br /><b>8. You have one dollar in your pocket. What will you buy?</b></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 17px; line-height: 27px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000066;">One pack of gum and a stamp. A pack of gum will last longer than a chocolate bar and you can always use a stamp.<br /><b>9. "One thing that always makes me laugh is ...."</b></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 17px; line-height: 27px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000066;">One thing that always makes me laugh is watching the cats play.<br /><b>10. What is one thing you could do today to help yourself reach a personal goal?</b></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 17px; line-height: 27px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000066;">Quit smoking.<br /><b>11. What is one thing you could do today to bless someone else?</b></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 17px; line-height: 27px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000066;">I prayed for my son and friend Vivian (from the Volvo post) when they were driving through horrible traffic to my home.<br /><b>12. What is one thing you're looking forward to soon?</b><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 17px; line-height: 27px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000066;">Taking the cover off the air conditioner tomorrow and turning it on. It got up to 83 in the house today.</span></span></span></div>2catshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10422139409011064601noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6996641580605014611.post-45653975131980008832010-05-18T00:19:00.000-07:002010-05-18T00:27:47.926-07:00Cute and Naughty<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;">How can something this cute....even if she is blurry, she is very cute. </span></b></span></span><br /><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1OOLdH9-mvRbEwN9ajPw9ZqJJquuk2DFcjZdv7Glbx9Ycsr6t520T_5uW_6Iiytqze-_hIFKCJ_GklE-QNo5sL7YtpPBTYMVUDcavFlwT1kVK_FhLMgt2RNnOOHHUvtpkb5UsGXTtyVc/s1600/misc_junk_051710+002.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 246px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1OOLdH9-mvRbEwN9ajPw9ZqJJquuk2DFcjZdv7Glbx9Ycsr6t520T_5uW_6Iiytqze-_hIFKCJ_GklE-QNo5sL7YtpPBTYMVUDcavFlwT1kVK_FhLMgt2RNnOOHHUvtpkb5UsGXTtyVc/s320/misc_junk_051710+002.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472506743150930354" /></a><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;"><br /></span></b></span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;"><br /></span></b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;"><br /></span></b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;">Be so naughty? She loves my car.</span></b></span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;color:#330033;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><b><br /></b></span></span></div><div><b></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;color:#330033;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><b><br /></b></span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;color:#330033;"><br /></span></div></div><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioOirae4RWFe8LxF1hIeAvHL6x2B1rdCG1JbmrIz_HRB4GNuZpmrxp3qzLHkys8TDgUQ0CO8kmKRXzXiHFnVWhMGsdTZAX1YUmPf5Gl4TPoXazORwOODKQm_1I7CthfDRbOMjphzn8HyU/s1600/misc_junk_051710+001.jpg"></a></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioOirae4RWFe8LxF1hIeAvHL6x2B1rdCG1JbmrIz_HRB4GNuZpmrxp3qzLHkys8TDgUQ0CO8kmKRXzXiHFnVWhMGsdTZAX1YUmPf5Gl4TPoXazORwOODKQm_1I7CthfDRbOMjphzn8HyU/s1600/misc_junk_051710+001.jpg"><img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 207px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioOirae4RWFe8LxF1hIeAvHL6x2B1rdCG1JbmrIz_HRB4GNuZpmrxp3qzLHkys8TDgUQ0CO8kmKRXzXiHFnVWhMGsdTZAX1YUmPf5Gl4TPoXazORwOODKQm_1I7CthfDRbOMjphzn8HyU/s320/misc_junk_051710+001.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472507630121036354" /></a></div><br />She is just about 1 year old this month. Of course we don't know the exact date because her mommy kept her and her litter mates well hidden until they were about 8 weeks old. Out the three kitties, she is the only one who is friendly towards us.2catshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10422139409011064601noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6996641580605014611.post-13079289564732111982010-05-16T16:38:00.000-07:002010-05-16T17:19:55.262-07:00Manic Monday - May 16, 2010<span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 21px; font-family:Arial, Helvetica;font-size:12px;"><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333300;">Welcome to Monday Mayhem.</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333300;"><br /></span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333300;"><br />This week's meme is called "What are you thinking"?<br />For each scenario, give your interpretation of what the person may have been thinking.<br />Have fun!</span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333300;"><br /></span><br /><span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666600;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">1. The person with 40 items in the 12 items or less line.</span></span></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "><span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "></span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#006600;">, "I am so so busy. I just know that I am the busiest person in the whole entire world. Not only that I am most special in everything that I do. I know that the 12 item rule does not apply to me. Who would deny my the fast lane? Silly me. No one would!"</span></span></b><b style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "><br /></b><br /><b style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666600;">2. The driver who is smoking and talking on a cell phone while driving.</span></span></b><br /><b style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#006600;"><br /></span></span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#006600;">" Look at me I am multi-talented. I can talk, smoke, and drive all at the same time. I don't need to flick my ash or even put the cigarette out while I drive because I will just throw it out the window. I don't need my hands to be free to hang onto the steering wheel because I am that most talented person. I can steer with my knee."</span></b></span><b style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "><br /></b><br /><b style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666600;">3. The father with 8 children and a TV show who cheats on his wife...over and over again...</span></span></b></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "><span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#006600;"><b>"I have heard the phrase sex addiction. I am not a sex addict. I am a cheating addict. "</b></span></span><b style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "><br /></b><br /><b style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666600;">4. Facebook and their security features.</span></span></b><br /><span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#006600;"><b>"If security is necessary, we have enough features to make even the most paranoid person feel secure."</b></span></span></span><br /><b style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "><br /></b><br /><b style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666600;">5. </span></span></b><a href="http://www.people.com/people/article/0,,20368895,00.html" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; text-decoration: none; "><b style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666600;">Heidi Montag</span></span></b></a><b style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "><br /></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#006600;">"I love myself. And it shows."</span></b></span><b style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "><br /></b><br /><b style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666600;">6. People who attempt to sell Viagra via spam comments.</span></span></b></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "><b style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "><b style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#006600;">"To quote P.T. Barnum, "There is a sucker born every minute." </span></span></b></b></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "><b style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666600;">7. Those wonderful shoppers who catch up on their phone calls while shopping.</span></span></b></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "><span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "></span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#006600;">"Why are all these people looking at me?" I am speaking as quietly as I can. If they don't want to know about Jasen's problem they should not listen in on a private conversation."</span></span></b><br /><b style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "><br /></b><br /><b style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666600;">8.People who find themselves on the </span></span></b><a href="http://www.peopleofwalmart.com/" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; text-decoration: none; "><b style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666600;">People of Walmart website.</span></span></b></a><br /><b style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "> </b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 16px; font-family:Arial, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:12px;"><b style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "><img alt="46" class="alignnone size-full wp-image-158" height="375" src="http://media.peopleofwalmart.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/08/461.jpg" title="46" width="600" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 2px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 2px; border-top-width: 1px; border-right-width: 1px; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-left-width: 1px; border-top-style: solid; border-right-style: solid; border-bottom-style: solid; border-left-style: solid; border-top-color: rgb(204, 204, 204); border-right-color: rgb(204, 204, 204); border-bottom-color: rgb(204, 204, 204); border-left-color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-size: 1em; line-height: 1em; " /></b></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 12px; font-family:Arial, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#006600;">"Darn I look good ....today"</span></b></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 12px; font-family:Arial, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:12px;"></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 12px; font-family:Arial, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:12px;"></span></p><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 13px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: Arial, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; "><b style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; ">Britney Spears let herself go…….again.</b></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 13px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: Arial, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; "><b style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; ">Kentucky (photo from People of Walmart.com)</b></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 13px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: Arial, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; "><b style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "><br /></b></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 13px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: Arial, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; "><b style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "><br /></b></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 13px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: Arial, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; "><b style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "><br /></b></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 13px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 16px; font-family:Arial, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666600;">9. People who just can be stupid....</span></span></b></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 13px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: Arial, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; "><b style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "><img src="http://whitetrashrepairs.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/05/269.jpg" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 2px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 2px; border-top-width: 1px; border-right-width: 1px; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-left-width: 1px; border-top-style: solid; border-right-style: solid; border-bottom-style: solid; border-left-style: solid; border-top-color: rgb(204, 204, 204); border-right-color: rgb(204, 204, 204); border-bottom-color: rgb(204, 204, 204); border-left-color: rgb(204, 204, 204); " /></b></div><b style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#006600;">"I didn't see a weight restriction for this bridge. What gives?"</span></span><br /></b><br /><b style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; ">From </b><a href="http://whitetrashrepairs.com/" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); text-decoration: none; "><b style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; ">Whitetrashrepairs.com</b></a><br /><b style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "><br /></b><br /><b style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "><br /></b><br /><b style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666600;">10. People with multiple-multiple piercings.</span></span></b><br /><b style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "><br /></b><br /><b style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "> </b><img src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/2/29/Elaine_Davidson_Front.jpg/220px-Elaine_Davidson_Front.jpg" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 2px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 2px; border-top-width: 1px; border-right-width: 1px; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-left-width: 1px; border-top-style: solid; border-right-style: solid; border-bottom-style: solid; border-left-style: solid; border-top-color: rgb(204, 204, 204); border-right-color: rgb(204, 204, 204); border-bottom-color: rgb(204, 204, 204); border-left-color: rgb(204, 204, 204); " /><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#006600;">" I think I have problem. I wonder if there is a 12 step program for people like me."</span></b></span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 21px; font-family:Arial, Helvetica;font-size:12px;"><br /><b style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666600;">11. Blog Stalkers</span></span></b><br /><b style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#006600;">"I am such a chicken. I should really take my talent out into the real world and do this for a living." "I could teach a class."</span></span></b><b style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "><br /></b><br /><b style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666600;">12. In-laws who are controlling or bossie.</span></span></b><br /><b style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "><br /></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#006600;">"She just doesn't understand my son. She doesn't know that he needs to have his tidy whiteys ironed. If she didn't work outside the home she would have time. She is not the one for him. I will have to see what I can do to get him to change his mind about her." I am such a good mom"</span></b></span><br /><b style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "><br /></b><br /><b style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666600;">13. People who use or wear items and then attempt to return them.</span></span></b><br /><b style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "><br /></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#006600;">"Oh my!" "What will I do now?" "I knew grape juice left a stain. How can I return this now?" " I should never have agreed to hold that baby." "Maybe if I dye the entire gown purple they will never know that It has been worn.' "Yep that's what I will do. And if they question it I will make such a scene that they will pay me just to get me out of the store." "I'm so clever."</span></b></span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 21px; font-family:Arial, Helvetica;font-size:12px;"><b style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "><br /></b><br /><b style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666600;">14. You share one with us :)</span></span></b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 21px; font-family:Arial, Helvetica;font-size:12px;"><span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#006600;">"Today would be my daughter's birthday. She would be 35. I can not tell anyone because what would they think. They would hate me and turn their backs on me. They would not understand that I loved that girl more than life itself, that I didn't want to do what I did, but that I had no other choice." It is a choice I made that I must live with forever and a day."<br /></span></b></span><b style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "><br /></b><br /><b style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-weight: normal; font-family:Arial, Helvetica;font-size:11px;"><img height="320" src="http://i358.photobucket.com/albums/oo22/iamharriet/monday/button.jpg" width="257" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 1px; border-right-width: 1px; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-left-width: 1px; border-top-style: solid; border-right-style: solid; border-bottom-style: solid; border-left-style: solid; border-top-color: rgb(204, 204, 204); border-right-color: rgb(204, 204, 204); border-bottom-color: rgb(204, 204, 204); border-left-color: rgb(204, 204, 204); " /></span></b></span></div></div>2catshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10422139409011064601noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6996641580605014611.post-44713385574746897362010-05-15T00:20:00.000-07:002010-05-20T01:11:23.882-07:00Garage Sale Season<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;"> I don't know about you but during the winter months I anxiously await Spring. Not just for the warmer temperatures and the lovely flowers, but because it is the start of GARAGE SALE SEASON!!</span></b></span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;"><br /></span></b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;"> I would like to take this opportunity to share my vast experience with all of you. I have been garage </span></b></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;">saling</span></b></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;"> for over 40 years. I was doing this long before any of my friends realized what a gold mine was to be had for a paltry few dollars. Today I am going to discuss going to the garage sale, what to expect, what to look for, how to ask for help or a better deal. Soon I will discuss with you how to hold a successful sale yourself.<br /></span></b></span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;"><br /></span></b></span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;"> I get breathless just thinking about the treasures that await me around the next corner.</span></b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;">I look in the paper each Saturday to plan my garage sale excursion for the following weekend. When there are a lot listed for one general area I take a highlighter and mark my path. I also make a big red X through any sales that do not appeal to me. I mean because really a girl must have a plan when it comes to garage </span></b></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;">saling</span></b></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;">. </span></b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;"><br /></span></b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;">The first thing you have to do even before you read the ads is to figure out what you are looking for. If you can think it, want, dream, wear, read, cook with it, you can bet it can be found at a garage sale. You need to make this decision before the ad reading because it will aid you in making a list of priority sales.</span></b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;"><br /></span></b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;">For the sake of this tutorial we are going to minimize what it is I am looking for. Normally I have a long list of things that I am dreaming of taking home with me, but for this I am choosing to need a footstool, hassock, or ottoman. I know they are all the same thing but the ads may call this item by any of those names. So that is the first thing.</span></b></span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;"> Know the name that your item may be called.</span></b></span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;"> You don't want to miss the perfect sale because you didn't know that a footstool was also called a hassock. </span></b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;"><br /></span></b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;">OK, now for the ads. I recommend several different colored highlighters. Depending on how many ads there are I use either 3 or 4 different colors. One color for sales that match your criteria exactly, another for almost a match and another for maybe. Once you have figured out which sales match perfectly plot your travel course. You know your home as of course the start point and work your way out from there. [I wish I had a map to show you what I mean. ] Now you need to number your sales. You need to do this because it will tell you at a glance where you are going next. There isn't any point is worrying about the sales you aren't going to go to so just put them out of your mind. As you are driving to the sales on your color coded list you will most assuredly find sales that were not in the paper. Stop if you want, but keep in mind that the longer it takes you to get to the next one on your list the more likely it is that your perfect item will be already sold when you get there.</span></b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;"><br /></span></b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;">At a sale if you are looking at something electric, ask if they will plug it in for you. You want to know if it works. I have yet to be told no. </span></b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;"><br /></span></b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;"> When you do find the item of your dreams don't be afraid to haggle with the seller. If the seller is having a garage sale with the idea of clearing out and making room for what ever they should be willing to come down in their price. If not well then it is their loss for your not buying it and they may be stuck putting it in the thrift store box. </span></b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;"><br /></span></b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;"> I always ask if they will take half of their asking price. Sometimes they say no, sometimes they come back with a counter offer. One thing you should decide is what is the MOST you will pay for it. If you will pay full price, ask for a better deal anyway, but if you really want them to come down then be prepared to put the item back.</span></b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;"><br /></span></b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;">One time I had a lovely set of bath towels, a couple of pieces of crystal stemware, a picture frame, some clothes, and a mink coat. Yes, a mink coat! It was old, but the pelts were in good shape. Anyway, I asked if they would take $10.00 for all of it. They hemmed and hawed, but them agreed to $12.00. If I had not asked the whole stack would have been closer to $30.00. That's the rule don't be afraid to ask. </span></b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;"><br /></span></b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;">Take some refreshments in a cooler with you. It will save you money and time. And put some snacks in the cooler also.You won't have to stop somewhere along the way.</span></b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;"><br /></span></b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;">Armed with knowledge of what you are looking for, a good idea of where you are going, the savvy to ask questions, and haggle for your price, you should be ready to have a great time out doing the garage sale circuit.</span></b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;"><br /></span></b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;">I wish you good luck on your travels and with your quest for the next great garage sale find.</span></b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;"><br /></span></b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;">P.S. When you get to a sale make sure to put the car in park and turn the motor off before exiting the car. It works best this way. One time I was so excited to be at a sale, after I parked the car I just jumped out. My </span></b></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;">SIL</span></b></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;"> screamed at me to STOP! I had not put the car in park or turned it off. I shudder to think what could have happened. I might have missed out on some real treasure if i had hit another car.</span></b></span></span></div></div></div>2catshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10422139409011064601noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6996641580605014611.post-23503468571470032822010-05-12T17:17:00.000-07:002010-05-12T17:43:50.576-07:00Random Dozen - May 12, 2010<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 17px; line-height: 27px; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><b>1. Please share one memory of your high school graduation. Pics would be great</b></span></span></i></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 17px; line-height: 27px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><b>!</b></span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 17px; line-height: 27px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#663333;">Are we talking the ceremony or the parties afterward? I have one of each. Before the ceremony I was worried about forgetting to turn my tassel. My last name was at the end of the alphabet, at the end of 968 students before me. I kept saying to myself turn the tassel, turn the tassel. Well, I remembered to turn the tassel, but then I fell down the steps as I waved to the crowd. I left the city to go to a party way out in the country on a lake. Right in the middle of the party, when things were really starting to rock, we were informed that a tornado was sighted just across the lake from us. At that very moment the power went out. Here were about 50 kids all jittery, in the dark, with what we thought was a tornado bearing down on us. Turns out the parents of the kids whose house we were at thought they were playing a good joke. That is until we girls (of course) became hysterical.</span><br /></b></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><b>2. What is one "emergency use" item you keep in your vehicle at all times?</b></span></span></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 17px; line-height: 27px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#663333;">I always always carry blankets. Usually two but sometimes three. I figure in the winter I might need them for extra warmth and in the summer someone injured in an accident might have need of one.</span><br /></b></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><b>3. In your region, do you celebrate graduation open houses? Addendum: (If so,) how many open houses/bridal showers/weddings are on your upcoming events calendar?</b></span></span></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 17px; line-height: 27px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#663333;">Yes, we have open houses for the graduate. I don't have any open houses, showers, or weddings to go to this summer.</span><br /></b></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><b>4. Tell me one truth you believe about motherhood.</b></span></span></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 17px; line-height: 27px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#663333;">It is the hardest job ever, but also the most rewarding. And one that never ends.</span><br /></b></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><b>5. What was the last thing you broke?</b></span></span></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 17px; line-height: 27px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#663333;">The ring fingernail on my left hand.</span><br /></b></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><b>6. On average, how many pieces of junk mail do you receive daily?</b></span></span></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 17px; line-height: 27px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#663333;">Today I received 3 pieces of junk mail. I don't consider the catalogs I requested as part of that total. If they are then I received 6 pieces of junk mail today.</span><br /></b></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><b>7. Do you like to shop by catalog?</b></span></span></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 17px; line-height: 27px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#663333;">It is almost the only way I shop for close and yarn. I bought practically all of my Christmas gifts from catalogs.</span><br /></b></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><b>8. Is lawn maintenance at your house a "his job," a "her job" or "his/her job" or "that's why we have teenagers" job?</b></span></span></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 17px; line-height: 27px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#663333;">Totally a man's job. He won't teach my how to use the riding lawn mower so it has to be his job. I was trying to put in a new garden, which is totally woman's work, gardening that is, but I have had to stop because the problems I am having with my arms.</span><br /></b></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><b>9. Which room would you like to redecorate in your home?</b></span></span></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 17px; line-height: 27px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#663333;">That would be my bedroom. I would like it to be a retreat, but right now it is a catch all for things we don't know where else to put them. I would like soft lighting and lighter colors. Lots of pillows.</span><br /></b></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><b>10. Do you read a newspaper regularly, or do you read most of your news on line?</b></span></span></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 17px; line-height: 27px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#663333;">The only paper that I could get out where I live is a 10 page local paper that is really not worth the paper it is printed on. So I get my statewide news online from the paper n the city.</span><br /></b></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><b>11. Do you believe everything happens for a reason?</b></span></span></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 17px; line-height: 27px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#663333;">As in Destiny? I don't know. I don't like to think that I am destined to make the mistakes that I do.</span><br /></b></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><b>12. Are you more worried about doing things right, or doing the right things?</b></span></span></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 17px; line-height: 27px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#663333;">Doing the right things.</span></b></span></span></div>2catshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10422139409011064601noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6996641580605014611.post-57131507520663680062010-05-10T18:15:00.000-07:002010-05-10T19:08:38.413-07:00Ten on the Tenth - May 10, 2010<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><b><i><br />I have been trying to do a post about my mom since April 12, but never could make it a manageable post for readers. It was always too long. With being limited to 10 things about my mom I can finally tell you almost all about her.</i></b></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><b>1. My mom's name was Margaret. Her nephews called her Aunt Marge. One nephew and only this one was allowed to call her Maggie. If anyone dared to call her that other than this one nephew there was hell to pay (sort of).</b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><b>2. My mom was a career woman long before she was a mom. This was practically unheard of in the 40s. She even transferred out of state with her job. She went into a new state knowing only her boss and his wife. The following picture is of her in her career woman days.</b></span></div><div><br /></div><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkc0BSfdA3drmj1Z_BVKvVY33ZnemU3ZRbqAVVKRNkmaojqAelBPJZdBRRVU2V_iFPBJJmqg9EZ_LkAmE1iIpMrJD-l5fddb5wMHMD2W6tpgT12htzbwgkciG0qjjFSSJaB0yGvOKo9kQ/s1600/mom+008.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 293px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkc0BSfdA3drmj1Z_BVKvVY33ZnemU3ZRbqAVVKRNkmaojqAelBPJZdBRRVU2V_iFPBJJmqg9EZ_LkAmE1iIpMrJD-l5fddb5wMHMD2W6tpgT12htzbwgkciG0qjjFSSJaB0yGvOKo9kQ/s320/mom+008.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469817404652451762" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><b><br />My mom wore a mink coat in her career days. She played golf (does a person play golf?), she went dancing, and was on several bowling teams. My mom once bowled a 300 game. That is a perfect game that many professional bowlers never get. It is kind of like the whole in one that golfers dream about. Even after my mom became a mom she continued to bowl, just not on so many leagues. Her average was something like 256.</b></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><b>3. In 1955 my mom became a mom (with me). This was a huge turning point in her life. One I have never been sure she didn't regret. She moved back to our home state and got married. It wasn't being a mom so much that I think she regretted but the marriage part of the whole equation. Her choice was not ideal. But she stuck it out as long as she could, about 15 years. </b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><b>4. My mom could do the New York Times Sunday edition crossword puzzle in ink in under 3 hours. She took the Mensa test, passed, and was asked to join. She declined. She was a voracious reader. Her bookshelves were lined with the classics, with modern romance, Stephen King, and many biblical study reference books. She loved the opera. She loved classical music and Willie Nelson. My mom could type 65 words a minute on an old Remington typewriter and when her place of employment updated her with an electric she went up to 150 words per minute. Makes me wonder what she would do on a keyboard like we have now.</b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><b>5. My mom was the most generous person I have ever known. She gave of herself and of her time. Even when she was just weeks from death she went to her volunteer job at the Courage Center. I don't know how she managed. She made the holidays special for the entire family. I mean entire family, brothers, aunts, cousins, everyone. One of my cousins has said that her heart was as big as she was. </b></span></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><b>6. My mom played the piano. One of my best childhood memories is of sitting on the piano bench with her and singing sill songs. She gave piano lessons to one of my cousins. He later went on to other piano teachers because my mom had taught him all she could. I think she probably didn't realize what talent she really had. </b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><b>7. My mom was a teaser. She teased and teased and teased. Fortunately, she could take as good as she gave. She went every week to get her hair done at the beauty shop. When she would return home my husband would comment, "I thought you were getting your hair done." Her reply, "Go to hell." She would grin real big at him then. There was their weekly routine.</b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><b>8. The following is the last picture taken of her. It was taken Christmas 1990. She went home to heaven in April 1991.</b></span></div><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiirrmsN4SbGjTYYVKBUx2Zw0UZ3K6cXqxU74oY7cmzEtuBzdRyXrZbEvZKzKoY6tgxqUEDJuhnVclEd6JqAeI8Qo4GRYCeVsFt2fbd5cI6lc4MpOI8ceW5kgFHlun6WWEo6kxX55lLm0c/s1600/mom+004.jpg"></a><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiirrmsN4SbGjTYYVKBUx2Zw0UZ3K6cXqxU74oY7cmzEtuBzdRyXrZbEvZKzKoY6tgxqUEDJuhnVclEd6JqAeI8Qo4GRYCeVsFt2fbd5cI6lc4MpOI8ceW5kgFHlun6WWEo6kxX55lLm0c/s1600/mom+004.jpg"><img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 306px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiirrmsN4SbGjTYYVKBUx2Zw0UZ3K6cXqxU74oY7cmzEtuBzdRyXrZbEvZKzKoY6tgxqUEDJuhnVclEd6JqAeI8Qo4GRYCeVsFt2fbd5cI6lc4MpOI8ceW5kgFHlun6WWEo6kxX55lLm0c/s320/mom+004.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469823265336526130" /></a></div><b>Yes, she is sticking her tongue out at me. I love this picture so much because that is who my mom was. She thumbed her nose at convention and had a career when women were having babies and she stuck her tongue out at anyone/thing that she felt like.</b><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b>9. My mom loved cats. Growing up we always had cats, always plural. Yes this cat is sitting in a cupboard in the kitchen. My brother and me (is it and me or and I ? I can never remember) were not spoiled as kids because the cats got all the spoiling.</b></div><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLZ-4QNpXQ0ZLsqCxzsxQ9aebij3mD0pG1FupQzHecn69gYSC0Xa1uas881M7ujgvRrbOUeCuVFtrpIbaEv73gdUjCTTtWt_FOy3X4_HZqnmd9iIGo8d8Qbg4MVGXM6S7bw_NQ2BDVjc0/s1600/mom+012.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 277px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLZ-4QNpXQ0ZLsqCxzsxQ9aebij3mD0pG1FupQzHecn69gYSC0Xa1uas881M7ujgvRrbOUeCuVFtrpIbaEv73gdUjCTTtWt_FOy3X4_HZqnmd9iIGo8d8Qbg4MVGXM6S7bw_NQ2BDVjc0/s320/mom+012.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469824262071009122" /></a><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><b>10. My mom loved to dress up. I mean all the way up as shown in this next photo.</b></span><div><br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJtf1R4KSrtdwJdikwtcGLqpv15xf6q7q4dGrDEzEav6vnAInHYHKZ8WPqHlKaw42Mu8HX210tzUV7OE-vCUmIVC3nfOug4Wt8zcg98J-joQ76kTdn8mcsKTYh_n2h_d7XiDf8rnrKwAk/s1600/mom+023.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 271px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJtf1R4KSrtdwJdikwtcGLqpv15xf6q7q4dGrDEzEav6vnAInHYHKZ8WPqHlKaw42Mu8HX210tzUV7OE-vCUmIVC3nfOug4Wt8zcg98J-joQ76kTdn8mcsKTYh_n2h_d7XiDf8rnrKwAk/s320/mom+023.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469825208940684194" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><b>That is me with her. The reason for the celebration was my uncles 70th birthday or maybe his 25th wedding anniversary. I can't remember. It was in the late 1970s. See the hair?</b></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><b>That is my mom. I miss her everyday. It seems like I should just be able to pick up the phone and give her a call. I wish I could.</b></span></div>2catshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10422139409011064601noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6996641580605014611.post-79025090622467846352010-05-08T17:04:00.000-07:002010-05-08T17:06:55.679-07:00Six Word Saturday - April 8, 2010<span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family: arial;">Snow is May is not right.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">Yep we had snow yesterday. It started snowing yesterday afternoon abut 2 and didn't stop until this morning. Fortunately, the ground has thawed so only 2 inches stayed on the ground. Most of that is gone now but still...It's not right. Even in Minneosta.</span></span>2catshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10422139409011064601noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6996641580605014611.post-63968384552791171482010-05-05T16:07:00.000-07:002010-05-05T16:56:02.699-07:00Random Dozen - April 5, 2010<span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" ><br /><span style="font-family: webdings;">Random Dozen</span><br /><span style="font-family: webdings;">April 5, 2010</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:130%;" ><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">1. What was the last thing about which you procrastinated?</span></span><br />I usually have company come in May so my Spring cleaning has never been an issue. I just have always gotten it finished early. However, the is year my company is not coming until July. I have not even started with Spring cleaning. And I am regretting it.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:130%;" >2. How long does it take you to fall asleep, and do you sleep through the night?</span><br />I usually fall asleep reading and wake up for a second when my husband turns out his light.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family: georgia;">3. Which decade would you choose to exemplify your favorite fashion styles?</span></span><br />I still like the comfy style of the 70's. All except for the mini skirt and hot pants...my legs are not what they used to be. But I won't give up my Birkenstocks.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family: georgia;">4. What is your personal best dish to feed a crowd?</span></span><br />Hands down it would be my chili served with popovers or corn bread. Cheese, onions, and sour cream on the side.<span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" ><br /><span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">5. Are you an impulse shopper? What was the last thing you bought on impulse?</span></span><br />Oh my yes. I am a sucker for check out aisle cookbooks.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family: georgia;">6. What is one wish you have for your own funeral?</span></span><br />For Josh Groban to sing. And no flowers. I figure that if people want me to have flowers they should give them to me when I am alive and can enjoy them. I don't want them when I am dead. My family has instructions to return any flowers that are sent.<span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:130%;" ><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">7. If it's true that joy is in found in the simple things in life, what does your joy look like today?</span></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglenQSrHIcqrIxxo6iszEyn6tlcTZ42SWHH_pHGyOLRy1Ih4M9msBviWTSGKyS5Ao_-aemhbWQzRWaUueQ5NniFBM-oCzsAbA6sDxibyu5UVxn0fezDh0qcz7QRfW-f0aYmU5ynz811Mc/s1600/wildlife+025.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 281px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglenQSrHIcqrIxxo6iszEyn6tlcTZ42SWHH_pHGyOLRy1Ih4M9msBviWTSGKyS5Ao_-aemhbWQzRWaUueQ5NniFBM-oCzsAbA6sDxibyu5UVxn0fezDh0qcz7QRfW-f0aYmU5ynz811Mc/s320/wildlife+025.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467930455340434418" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:130%;" ><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">8. What is your favorite type of bread?</span></span><br />I love Ezekiel raisin bread, but only rarely because it is so expensive. Otherwise Whole Wheat is fine with me.<span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:130%;" ><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">9. What trait do you fear developing the most? (Laziness, greediness, grumpiness, etc.)</span></span><br />My husband is angry all the time. It is part of his illness. I am so afraid that it will start to rub off on me. I don't want to be angry all the time at the world.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family: georgia;">10. What trait would you like most to develop?</span></span><br />Thriftiness. I spend way too much money on needless things. I try hard not too but I end up doing it anyway.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family: georgia;">11. Which room in your house best reflects your personality? Why?</span></span><br />I wish I had a picture. We redid my son's room after he moved out. We painted it a very light yellow with white trim. I have a white storage cupboard in there, my Grandma's rocker, a bed, and bookshelves. There are blue and white accent pieces. A yellow and white quilt is on the bed. Right after we finished I commented that it looked like a cottage room. I love the freshness of this room. It is crisp and warm and inviting. I like to think I am inviting and warm. And I know I can be crisp at times.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:130%;" >12. How do you maintain balance in your life regarding, work, family, church, other organizations<br />and activities, and blogging?</span><br />I am the least busy woman you will ever meet. When making arrangements to meet someone for let's say lunch, I always let them name the date and time. I am always open. I have no commitments. So maintaining a balance is not a hard thing for me to do. I have no balance to maintain.2catshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10422139409011064601noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6996641580605014611.post-80391793767643623152010-05-04T00:17:00.000-07:002010-05-04T00:53:05.371-07:00Ten Things Tuesday - May 4, 2010<span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" >Kathy at Reflections by Kathy is hosting a Ten Things Tuesday. </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" >Here is my list . I hope. It is 2:18 AM so I may lose count and get too many or lose count and not finish. If there is a long line of some letter or number you know my head has hit the keyboard as i fell asleep, finally.</span><br /></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);">Onto the list:</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-size:180%;" ><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">Ten Things Tuesday</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Things About Spring I Like</span></span><span style="font-size:180%;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><br /></span><ol style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"><li><span style="font-size:180%;">The freshness of the air as it comes through my open windows. I can never wait for truly warm weather before opening my windows. I want that air right now. Just as the snow starts to melt. I like to air the house out and let Springtime in.</span></li><li><span style="font-size:180%;">The birds when they return to the bird feeders. We have seasonal birds here. Birds like robins, red-breasted grosbeaks, orioles, and hummingbirds. I know it is Spring when the birds have returned. Not all of them are here yet but it has been a cooler than normal Spring start and I figure that they know more than I do about the weather.</span></li><li><span style="font-size:180%;">The wild flowers coming up in the woods. The trillium and forget-me-nots are the first to bloom, The scent of the beautiful forget-me-nots is simply divine when it comes wafting in my open windows. I will post a picture of them later in the week when they really get into bloom.</span></li><li><span style="font-size:180%;">Traipsing into the field to find the wild asparagus . This tastes so much better than store bought it is amazing. We love the store bought but this time of year the wild asparagus is a true feast provided for us.</span></li><li><span style="font-size:180%;">Watching the animals making new homes. I was watching a squirrel today. He was housecleaning. He went into the hole in the tree and started throwing out old stuff that I guess was what made him comfy this winter. He was too far away to tell what exactly it was but there was a lot it being tossed out. After he finished that he scurried down the tree, was gone for a few minutes, and returned with a mouthful of something. He went into the hole and came back out a minute later and repeated the same process. This lasted for more than an hour. (I didn't have anything going on except to watch him build his 2010 home)</span></li><li><span style="font-size:180%;">Watching and waiting for the trees to green up. It is a daily happening. You get up in the morning and the trees leaves are just so and later on they are maybe a bit bigger. This is so true after a rain. You can almost watch the greening up as it happens.<br /></span></li><li><span style="font-size:180%;">The transformation of the woods as Spring takes hold. The ground is no longer brown from all of last years leaves, it has started to also do it's greening up. The wild ferns are starting to show their stuff. They will be unfurling in the next couple of weeks. Once the ferns unfurl it seems like the woods comes totally alive and every where you look is green. It is hard to imagine but some of these ferns are almost 4 feet tall!</span></li><li><span style="font-size:180%;">Even though the animals that frequent our yard in the warm months are wild and therefore dangerous I still like to have them come in for a visit. Well maybe the skunks can stay away. We had a raccoon in the other night at about 6:oo pm. He was fat and sassy. We have heard a report from the neighbor that there is a bear in the neighborhood so I guess we will be seeing him soon too. Scary but exciting and exhilarating all at the same time.</span></li><li><span style="font-size:180%;">This is harder than I thought or maybe I am finally tired. Oh! The beginning of the garage sale season. We love to get in the car and just drive around looking for signs. We make a day of it. We take a thermos of coffee for in the morning. We stop for lunch most of the time. My husband takes his strong medication and can get in the car then and we always take extra in case he gets panicky being away from home so long. He is kind of stoned, well no kind of about it, he is flying high but this is the only way he can leave the house. But, oh how we love to go garage saling.</span></li><li><span style="font-size:180%;">I love that the sun comes early. My bedroom faces east and the sun wakes me every morning when it comes in my window. It is the best way to wake up. I also like the fact that is stays light longer at the other end of the day. I like that my days last longer in the warm months.</span></li></ol><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);">OK that is my list and unfortunately I am more awake than before. No fair. Some nights are that way.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);">Thanks for stopping by,</span></span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85790/trudem/15760c7f4d1bf27639b8442a284e284b.png" style="border: 0pt none ! important; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent;" border="0" /></a></span><br /></div></div>2catshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10422139409011064601noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6996641580605014611.post-2207555271891411162010-04-30T16:53:00.000-07:002010-04-30T17:28:54.889-07:00Counting Your Blessings<span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Counting Your Blessings</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> My best friend needs to be given a name. I asked her about this and she prefers not to have her real name mentioned. Her exact words were, "EEH I'd rather not be out there." So I need to come up with a new name for her. After reading this post maybe you can give me some ideas.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> She has a very old Volvo. It probably has over 200,00 miles on it. She has been driving it for about 6 years. It was given, yes given to her family when they needed a vehicle. This car has been a blessing and a torment. Being old it has needed some occasional major repairs. However, the repairs were cheaper than a different car. She always felt very fortunate to have this car.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> A couple of weeks ago she and two of her sons had to go out of town. They traveled in this car 95 miles in just one direction to their destination. Once there there was driving around to be done for the entire weekend. Then there was the return trip home, another 95 miles. I mention this because it becomes important later in the story.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> The week after the out of town trip my friend, (name as yet unknown), had a busy week. She had to drive to the farm where she purchases the family's milk, eggs, and meat. That is a round trip of 120 miles. She also had to take her son to his classes at the college, total miles only about 40. There was a Boy Scout function that she had to attend with round trip mileage of about 20. There was church on Sunday, round trip of 75 miles. Plus she had the normal weekly shopping and what not things to do for a busy family of 6. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> The car never gave any sign that it was ill or even that it was fading fast. She went out to go somewhere yesterday and it would not start. Not even a click. She called to tell me that she was without a car. I was so sad for her because she is such a good person and needs to be mobile.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> But, we counted her blessing and decided that it was a good thing that the car had died. It was good because she had done all of that traveling and made it home, had been to the farm and grocery shopping and was home. The car waited until everything was taken care of and then died. No one was on the road and needed a tow. No one was stranded out of town and needed a tow. Everyone was home and safe. </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> I have always said that if my car has to die I would prefer to be at home when it does. My friend agrees. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> We were grateful and praised God for giving her this gift. Yes, a gift of a broken car. I know strange but it is broken at HOME. We were thankful. We counted her blessings because of all the things she had been busy doing just days before it gave up the ghost. She had driven over 400 miles in the week before and it waited til she was at home to give it up. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> Yes counting your blessing can sound strange when something bad has happened, but there is <span style="font-style: italic;">always </span>the bright side. A broken car at home is much, much better than somewhere on the highway.<br /><br />Thanks for stopping by.<br /><br /></span></span><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85790/trudem/15760c7f4d1bf27639b8442a284e284b.png" border="0" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /></a>2catshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10422139409011064601noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6996641580605014611.post-53325454982882761542010-04-28T17:45:00.000-07:002010-04-28T18:25:13.450-07:00Random Dozen - April 28, 2010<span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:arial;">Random Dozen </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">April 28, 2010</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >1. Have you ever been so lost that you were really afraid?</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">If you know anything about the Twin Cities area,you know that people from Minneapolis don't go to St.Paul and vice versa. I don't have a passport to St. Paul and I don't even know what language they speak across the river from where I used to live. Anyway, yes I have been so lost that I was afraid, very afraid. I was in downtown St. Paul, almost out of gas, during rush hour on a Friday evening, and didn't know how I got there or how to get home. This was way before cell phones. I was scared, terrified that I was going to run out of gas there. I cried. My prayers were answered and I made it back to Minneapolis before running out of gas. A nasty experience.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >2. Have you ever been to an island?</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">There was a place I used to go to in Canada, we had to take a boat to an island to get our food supply. There wasn't any electricity where we stayed and the food was kept on this island buried under ground.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >3. Are you more of a thinker or feeler?</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">I am a thinking feeler. I have to think about what I am feeling and why. I can't just feel I have to know why.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >4. Do you tend to see issues or situations in life as black and white or shades of gray?</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">I don't know. I mean I know right from wrong and that would be black or white. But sometimes things seem gray. See? I am confused.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >5. If you were stuck on an island, what book would you hope to have with you (Let's pretend the Bible is already there, so you can't say that.)</span></span> <span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-size:130%;" ><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Funny to get island questions a day after watching </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" >Castaway</span><span style="font-family:arial;">.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">I would like to have the Jan Karon series about Father Tim with me. It is light hearted and pure and would give me hope. </span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >6. What are you most afraid of?</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">I am afraid of a lingering illness that would be hard on my son. Also heights, and bugs.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >7. Would you rather lose all of your old memories or never be able to make new ones?</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">I would rather make new memories. Imagine new surprises, new friends, new places, new foods,new books. </span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >8. Pretend I'm looking at a scrapbook page about you. There are three spaces for you to drop in individual pictures. What are those pictures of, and why did you select them?</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">One picture would be of Minneapolis with me standing on Nicollet Mall by Mary Tyler Moore, because I love Minneapolis especially the downtown area. Second picture would be of me standing in my woods because I love my woods. The third would be of me with all of my family because my family means everything to me.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >9. If you were re-doing your wedding, what would you do differently? (If you're single, tell me one thing you would do if you were planning a wedding OR huge party.)</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">First off I would be married in a church by a minister or priest. I would have a wedding cake which I didn't have in the real one. I would also like to have a wedding shower. And I would wear a different type dress, not a real wedding dress just different than the suit I wore. I'd have flowers too.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >10. Tell me one thing you know/believe about forgiveness.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">It has to be complete and sincere.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >11. You're waiting in a doctor's office. What is your favorite way to pass that time?</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Sometimes I try and guess who the person's doctor is and why they are being seen and if they are contagious.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >12. If there were a clone of you in a parallel universe what is one way you hope she/he would be the same as you and one way you hope she/he would be better?</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">I would hope that this other woman would be a better person. Would be more caring and less selfish. That she would be a better knitter.</span></span>2catshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10422139409011064601noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6996641580605014611.post-30231733643250702632010-04-26T17:34:00.000-07:002010-04-26T17:52:54.497-07:00Friend Makin' Monday - April 26, 2010Friend Makin' Monday<br />April 26, 2010<br /><br />The question for this week is:<br /><br />List 5 things (aside from the obvious) that you love.<br /><br />1. My cats - Picute 1 is Ozzy and Little Kitty, Picture 2 is Tubby<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHRhSjmlZsjF4wcBjRZQaFcHTRWMDdfEg1OQywN0sA24lTkhUsM_OnkL5Ft0T9XFQj8iDi0Uj4924AODYNEG3NWKTbPbOfxb8kx1o06qZ-f2g2Whnvkr9XYeSURp19YikyR7I9d7CdeZ8/s1600/kttiescd+008.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 233px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHRhSjmlZsjF4wcBjRZQaFcHTRWMDdfEg1OQywN0sA24lTkhUsM_OnkL5Ft0T9XFQj8iDi0Uj4924AODYNEG3NWKTbPbOfxb8kx1o06qZ-f2g2Whnvkr9XYeSURp19YikyR7I9d7CdeZ8/s320/kttiescd+008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464610397723540306" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPmCRhaBV774IeC8WBoAkAY3h9WVStVWyn0bagOgGF0zfhkdXHi0eANIEUo5AydWlbvJsRoQruY6fwbK4Ijcmz7Q8NqUNXAKe6yh2ScQOwdQVXKaXVLgHnwQqS38CGwxgGaM_DvOWK6lM/s1600/kttiescd+009.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPmCRhaBV774IeC8WBoAkAY3h9WVStVWyn0bagOgGF0zfhkdXHi0eANIEUo5AydWlbvJsRoQruY6fwbK4Ijcmz7Q8NqUNXAKe6yh2ScQOwdQVXKaXVLgHnwQqS38CGwxgGaM_DvOWK6lM/s320/kttiescd+009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464610391982341170" border="0" /></a><br /><br />2. Bald Eagles<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWC-EgafsJ3Y62cxeoDogcKUeukIUO8WKbSDJm17HosEUkoaPBcpGl9kHuDTLqTuX7xcTzl4St9c5KbaWpYzFLbpALgqlDfb_qhtXJPjvAHR9vQxHSA4a5TLg2CB47ZAshNFU_a3coHTk/s1600/bald_eagle_041410+007.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 282px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWC-EgafsJ3Y62cxeoDogcKUeukIUO8WKbSDJm17HosEUkoaPBcpGl9kHuDTLqTuX7xcTzl4St9c5KbaWpYzFLbpALgqlDfb_qhtXJPjvAHR9vQxHSA4a5TLg2CB47ZAshNFU_a3coHTk/s320/bald_eagle_041410+007.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464612127513272834" /></a><br /><br />3. The first signs of Spring - the hint of green as the trees start to green up. These poppils across the road from us are the first to show signs.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMduDvo4YBGR_MdatZQKfZmyrpAxMdC1X4vDNQ9iJeKX0hHdO6BCDIDFsFBdnxtaviv1yyHvMouE4XKBO1xosoOOf8YqVXxr2xmjRvkWulv8Gh-V1ZSn2Pzt37emixsZKEE6g0EM8u0yg/s1600/bald_eagle_041410+011.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 310px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMduDvo4YBGR_MdatZQKfZmyrpAxMdC1X4vDNQ9iJeKX0hHdO6BCDIDFsFBdnxtaviv1yyHvMouE4XKBO1xosoOOf8YqVXxr2xmjRvkWulv8Gh-V1ZSn2Pzt37emixsZKEE6g0EM8u0yg/s320/bald_eagle_041410+011.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464612701656222018" /></a><br /><br />4. Chocolate - Any kind, type, flavor, etc.<br /><br />5. Reading - Almost any kind, type, etc.<br /><br />(I was going to say Jesus but thought maybe that would be considered one of the obvious.)2catshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10422139409011064601noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6996641580605014611.post-81712165356525160132010-04-22T17:48:00.000-07:002010-04-22T18:24:50.975-07:00Old Friends<span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"> I had lunch with an old friend today. We met when we were still in high school, almost 40years ago. We lost touch right after high school and ran into each when we both started working for the same company. Eventually, she became my boss.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"> While she was my boss we became friends again. We had such a high regard and respect for each other that neither of us took advantage of the friendship. We had a unique relationship. I think we were the envy of our department. We got along so well and knew what the other was practically thinking. She knew that she could depend on me to do whatever needed to be done and I knew that she would never ask me if she wouldn't do it herself. We timed our vacations so that we were never both gone from the department at the same time. I was her unofficial assistant. </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"> I quit working 19 years ago. We live 2 hours away from each other. We stay in touch through email and twice a year we get together for a lunch. We had our Spring lunch today. We meet at the casino near my home. No, not to gamble, neither one of us believe in that. We meet there because they have great food and we can sit and chat for 4 hours and not be disturbed. </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"> When we get together it is as if we had just talked the day before. It feels as if we are starting in the middle of a conversation. There are no pauses in the conversation (except when our mouths are full), we just move from one topic to the next. The 4 hours we are together goes by so quickly that we are always surprised our time has come to an end.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"> She is not my best friend and I doubt that I am hers. However, she knows things about me that no one else on earth does. And the same is true about her.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"> I don't make friends easily. I am cautious my nature in that regard. I make acquaintances . That is why I remain friends with someone a long, long time. I treasure them. I try to nurture the friendship. I try to give the friend the best of me that I can give to them.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"> We only just said bye for now a few hours ago and already I am looking forward to our fall lunch.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"> So my message after this bit of a ramble is simply this:</span><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);">Treasure your friends. Hold them close in your heart. You won't regret it.</span></span><br /></div>2catshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10422139409011064601noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6996641580605014611.post-56376932774631677552010-04-21T17:25:00.000-07:002010-04-21T17:54:42.620-07:00Random Dozen - April 21, 2010<span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">Random Dozen</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">April 21, 2010</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;" >1. Ever had any run-ins with the "library police?"</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;" >I am still having a run in with them. It has been going on for 17 years. They say I didn't return 3 books, I say I did. They won't let me have a library card.</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;" >2. Do you have a special organizational plan and place for wrapping paper, gift bags, etc., or do you just purchase whatever you need as you give gifts?</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;" >I have a place. It is on the top shelf of a sort of closet. Actually a catch all cubby hole. Closet gives it way too much dignity.</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;" >3. Have you ever been in (first-hand witness) a natural disaster</span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:130%;" >?</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;" >Mine isn't as bad as say an earth quake but for me it was something I don't want to live through. But the story is so long I think that come July it will become a post.</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;" >4. What's your favorite Barry Manilow song?</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;" >It is either <span style="font-style: italic;">Copacabana</span> or <span style="font-style: italic;">Weekend in New England</span></span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;" >.</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;" >5. What's the best costume you've ever worn?</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;" >About a week after I had been in a bad car crash I went as an accident victim. Some of the costume was real some was make-up but I won first place.</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;" >6. Which do you use more often, the dictionary or the thesaurus?</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;" >The thesaurus.</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;" >7. What's your favorite breakfast food?</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-size:130%;" >Cookies. Seriously.</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;" >8. Have you ever purchased anything from an infomercial?</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;" >Yes, my food dehydrator. Love it. Even after 20 years it still works like new.</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;" >9. Have you ever crawled through a window?</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;" >Sneaking in and out yes. However, not recently.</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;" >10. Do you believe in love at first sight?</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;" >Not a lasting love. That has to be grown out of friendship and respect.</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;" >11. How man pairs of jeans do you own?</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;" >That would be a ZERO. I hate jeans.They are cold in the winter and hot in the summer. They are very uncomfortable and make my butt look even bigger than it is.</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;" >12. If someone were going to bake a cake to honor/represent you, what would it be? (Think creatively, like Duff and Crew on "Ace of Cakes.")</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;" >I don't know who Duff is or his crew but the cake made for me would probably be musical notes that are flat. I only know how to sing flat and off key. But very loudly.</span>2catshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10422139409011064601noreply@blogger.com2