<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6966029267969341214</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:34:31.431-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back Of The Moon</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsmorethoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6966029267969341214/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsmorethoughts.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Shop girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13967035119260237110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>86</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6966029267969341214.post-8733891290008772473</id><published>2008-05-10T11:47:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T04:22:25.671-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mama &amp; Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;In memorie of my Mother,  she is missed. I learned much about life from my Mama, she was a open book, each page brought a lesson in survival, making do with very little, her search for love when others would have walked away. Books are written about ladies such as she. I am blessed to have known her and to have loved her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/SCXuDiQbexI/AAAAAAAAA4c/9ixvKQxFPPI/s1600-h/Scan10021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198823089371839250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/SCXuDiQbexI/AAAAAAAAA4c/9ixvKQxFPPI/s400/Scan10021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                             Mama &amp;amp; Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6966029267969341214-8733891290008772473?l=wordsmorethoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsmorethoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/8733891290008772473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6966029267969341214&amp;postID=8733891290008772473' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6966029267969341214/posts/default/8733891290008772473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6966029267969341214/posts/default/8733891290008772473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsmorethoughts.blogspot.com/2008/05/mama-me.html' title='Mama &amp; Me'/><author><name>Shop girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13967035119260237110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/SCXuDiQbexI/AAAAAAAAA4c/9ixvKQxFPPI/s72-c/Scan10021.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6966029267969341214.post-2515296171543176003</id><published>2008-05-10T10:37:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T04:22:25.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gifts for my little Mom's</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Happy Mother's Day! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I made these for Kristie, Terri and Jenny. The one on the far right is for Jenny, it has a lock of her son Summit's baby hair. Terri picked out the one picture she liked while visiting at tax time. But she didn't know what it was really for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; (click on picture to see it better)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/SCXeUyQbevI/AAAAAAAAA4M/4TNC7DkRSd4/s1600-h/100_2625.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198805793538538226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/SCXeUyQbevI/AAAAAAAAA4M/4TNC7DkRSd4/s400/100_2625.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/SCXeVSQbewI/AAAAAAAAA4U/sOvM_TsdDuY/s1600-h/Scan10028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198805802128472834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/SCXeVSQbewI/AAAAAAAAA4U/sOvM_TsdDuY/s400/Scan10028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is my family, we all live her in Idaho within 20 miles of each other. They are wonderful people, all making a life that I love. And when we gather it is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;marvelous&lt;/span&gt; in my eyes &amp;amp; heart. ( click on picture to see them clearer)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6966029267969341214-2515296171543176003?l=wordsmorethoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsmorethoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/2515296171543176003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6966029267969341214&amp;postID=2515296171543176003' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6966029267969341214/posts/default/2515296171543176003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6966029267969341214/posts/default/2515296171543176003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsmorethoughts.blogspot.com/2008/05/gifts-for-my-little-moms.html' title='Gifts for my little Mom&apos;s'/><author><name>Shop girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13967035119260237110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/SCXeUyQbevI/AAAAAAAAA4M/4TNC7DkRSd4/s72-c/100_2625.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6966029267969341214.post-2232603420731427391</id><published>2008-05-08T11:57:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T04:22:26.122-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Prom Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Kayla came over a couple of days before Prom and tryed on her dress for Grandpa &amp;amp; me.  No makeup and hair not done, I still thought she looked beautiful. Her shoes matched the color of her dress, they were the strappy type so you could see her salon done matching green toe nails.  And her nails were done to match also. She was Matchy-Matchy!  These are the moments that stay with us, my little Sweetheart.  Graduation is so close...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/SCNNkBngThI/AAAAAAAAA4E/q-T5H7T43gE/s1600-h/100_2592.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198083676220444178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/SCNNkBngThI/AAAAAAAAA4E/q-T5H7T43gE/s400/100_2592.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6966029267969341214-2232603420731427391?l=wordsmorethoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsmorethoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/2232603420731427391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6966029267969341214&amp;postID=2232603420731427391' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6966029267969341214/posts/default/2232603420731427391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6966029267969341214/posts/default/2232603420731427391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsmorethoughts.blogspot.com/2008/05/prom-time.html' title='Prom Time'/><author><name>Shop girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13967035119260237110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/SCNNkBngThI/AAAAAAAAA4E/q-T5H7T43gE/s72-c/100_2592.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6966029267969341214.post-2921252064357899210</id><published>2008-05-07T17:15:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T04:22:27.271-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A garden in our orchard</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;We have had gardens here season after season, but this year we decided to make a special place for our garden. So Arney rolled up his sleeves and now we have a garden spot. Here are a few pictures. As you can see, I was working very hard taking the pictures.  Wait a minute...I did hold the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;measuring&lt;/span&gt; tap ones....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/SCJHRBngTcI/AAAAAAAAA3c/8jdrROn6EiY/s1600-h/100_2594.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197795277756452290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/SCJHRBngTcI/AAAAAAAAA3c/8jdrROn6EiY/s400/100_2594.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/SCJHRhngTdI/AAAAAAAAA3k/Pz2mMur8s28/s1600-h/100_2598.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197795286346386898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/SCJHRhngTdI/AAAAAAAAA3k/Pz2mMur8s28/s400/100_2598.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/SCJHRxngTeI/AAAAAAAAA3s/iljhn53hGAI/s1600-h/100_2604.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197795290641354210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/SCJHRxngTeI/AAAAAAAAA3s/iljhn53hGAI/s400/100_2604.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/SCJHSBngTfI/AAAAAAAAA30/-BdSYKeWlzA/s1600-h/100_2611.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197795294936321522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/SCJHSBngTfI/AAAAAAAAA30/-BdSYKeWlzA/s400/100_2611.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/SCJHSRngTgI/AAAAAAAAA38/BCNJQ6pzgko/s1600-h/100_2613.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197795299231288834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/SCJHSRngTgI/AAAAAAAAA38/BCNJQ6pzgko/s400/100_2613.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6966029267969341214-2921252064357899210?l=wordsmorethoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsmorethoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/2921252064357899210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6966029267969341214&amp;postID=2921252064357899210' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6966029267969341214/posts/default/2921252064357899210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6966029267969341214/posts/default/2921252064357899210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsmorethoughts.blogspot.com/2008/05/garden-in-our-orchard.html' title='A garden in our orchard'/><author><name>Shop girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13967035119260237110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/SCJHRBngTcI/AAAAAAAAA3c/8jdrROn6EiY/s72-c/100_2594.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6966029267969341214.post-2422840313775418549</id><published>2008-05-01T11:11:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T04:22:27.449-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Last curtain hung</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/SBoIKYIzR4I/AAAAAAAAA24/d2FcTrmkrUs/s1600-h/100_2590.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195474094496368514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/SBoIKYIzR4I/AAAAAAAAA24/d2FcTrmkrUs/s400/100_2590.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;I finally got the last curtain hung....I had 5 big windows. I am still feeling week, but I am on the mind. Arney just drove in with a truck full of pickets. He is putting them around our garden. Now if the weather would just get warmer. I have bought some some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Heirloom&lt;/span&gt; tomatoes from a lady here in town. Jenny found her for us and picked them up for me. But we have had night freezing, so we can't put anything in the ground yet. This has been a cold spring so far.  I think we will have a short growing season.        Thank you all for the get well notes. I am going to be fine....Hugs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6966029267969341214-2422840313775418549?l=wordsmorethoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsmorethoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/2422840313775418549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6966029267969341214&amp;postID=2422840313775418549' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6966029267969341214/posts/default/2422840313775418549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6966029267969341214/posts/default/2422840313775418549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsmorethoughts.blogspot.com/2008/05/last-curtain-hung.html' title='Last curtain hung'/><author><name>Shop girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13967035119260237110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/SBoIKYIzR4I/AAAAAAAAA24/d2FcTrmkrUs/s72-c/100_2590.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6966029267969341214.post-2540548565472160812</id><published>2008-04-26T22:32:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T04:22:28.078-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Curtains</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;I am still on meds, but I am much better. I haven't done any real creative things this past days. I was just to ill. But I did go buy curtains....they are Cranberry crushed Voile. Now I couldn't have been to sick, I went shopping. Well, it was a sale and I have 5 big windows. While search through these curtains I broke out in a cold sweat, paid my money drove home and went back to bed.......But I got new curtains.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/SBQQW4IzR1I/AAAAAAAAA2c/zhNOYQWdcjA/s1600-h/100_2585.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193794255477491538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/SBQQW4IzR1I/AAAAAAAAA2c/zhNOYQWdcjA/s400/100_2585.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I took the creativity test, I got 90 percent....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/SBQQXIIzR2I/AAAAAAAAA2k/7R41V-d3PHA/s1600-h/100_2587.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193794259772458850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/SBQQXIIzR2I/AAAAAAAAA2k/7R41V-d3PHA/s400/100_2587.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Baxter is taking his daily nap, he knows that I am taking this picture but does not move. Ho Hum, she is at it again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6966029267969341214-2540548565472160812?l=wordsmorethoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsmorethoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/2540548565472160812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6966029267969341214&amp;postID=2540548565472160812' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6966029267969341214/posts/default/2540548565472160812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6966029267969341214/posts/default/2540548565472160812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsmorethoughts.blogspot.com/2008/04/curtains.html' title='Curtains'/><author><name>Shop girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13967035119260237110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/SBQQW4IzR1I/AAAAAAAAA2c/zhNOYQWdcjA/s72-c/100_2585.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6966029267969341214.post-2949814140494009326</id><published>2008-04-19T17:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T18:01:09.761-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A note</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666600;"&gt;It has finally got me down, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;allergy&lt;/span&gt; that is a head cold that is a chest cold...I will be back when feeling better.          Hugs, Mary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6966029267969341214-2949814140494009326?l=wordsmorethoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsmorethoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/2949814140494009326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6966029267969341214&amp;postID=2949814140494009326' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6966029267969341214/posts/default/2949814140494009326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6966029267969341214/posts/default/2949814140494009326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsmorethoughts.blogspot.com/2008/04/note.html' title='A note'/><author><name>Shop girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13967035119260237110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6966029267969341214.post-6733739666578386873</id><published>2008-04-16T19:27:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T04:22:28.717-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I just love Birthday's</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;It is finally  Alexis Birthday week. A long with a couple of outfits, and the Album, I put together a hat box with play &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;jewelry&lt;/span&gt; and  things for her hair, and a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;boa&lt;/span&gt;, so with her sister they can play dress up. She is having a all girls Tea Party too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/SAa2TycIXnI/AAAAAAAAA1g/hBDms6wvwPE/s1600-h/100_2566.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190036071664606834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/SAa2TycIXnI/AAAAAAAAA1g/hBDms6wvwPE/s400/100_2566.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/SAa2UScIXoI/AAAAAAAAA1o/1Xd_Zu0e750/s1600-h/100_2564.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190036080254541442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/SAa2UScIXoI/AAAAAAAAA1o/1Xd_Zu0e750/s400/100_2564.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/SAa2UycIXpI/AAAAAAAAA1w/pqMTcXgdbdQ/s1600-h/100_2563.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190036088844476050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/SAa2UycIXpI/AAAAAAAAA1w/pqMTcXgdbdQ/s400/100_2563.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6966029267969341214-6733739666578386873?l=wordsmorethoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsmorethoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/6733739666578386873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6966029267969341214&amp;postID=6733739666578386873' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6966029267969341214/posts/default/6733739666578386873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6966029267969341214/posts/default/6733739666578386873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsmorethoughts.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-just-love-birthdays.html' title='I just love Birthday&apos;s'/><author><name>Shop girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13967035119260237110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/SAa2TycIXnI/AAAAAAAAA1g/hBDms6wvwPE/s72-c/100_2566.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6966029267969341214.post-8537952470717970217</id><published>2008-04-11T14:49:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T04:22:29.437-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ones a Month</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;While looking through some old pictures I came across this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;label&lt;/span&gt; and it brought back some not so fond memories. This bottle of liquid was the most horrible tasting stuff.  It was for cramps, so believe me after a couple of times...no one knew when I had any problems.  I  think it was colored, flavored &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;alcohol&lt;/span&gt; and who knows what else. But my Grandmother always had this on the self, it was kinda like Caster Oil, they gave it to you weather you needed it or not. I was wondering if anyone else remembered this  being in their life???????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/R__c989nNwI/AAAAAAAAA1M/vDjAJV_xTYM/s1600-h/0202gw09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188108252648781570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/R__c989nNwI/AAAAAAAAA1M/vDjAJV_xTYM/s400/0202gw09.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6966029267969341214-8537952470717970217?l=wordsmorethoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsmorethoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/8537952470717970217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6966029267969341214&amp;postID=8537952470717970217' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6966029267969341214/posts/default/8537952470717970217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6966029267969341214/posts/default/8537952470717970217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsmorethoughts.blogspot.com/2008/04/ones-month.html' title='Ones a Month'/><author><name>Shop girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13967035119260237110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/R__c989nNwI/AAAAAAAAA1M/vDjAJV_xTYM/s72-c/0202gw09.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6966029267969341214.post-6193821026491142965</id><published>2008-04-04T19:41:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T04:22:29.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Park around the corner</title><content type='html'>I have past by this rock that looks like a grave marker to many times to count. But the fact that it has my name on it always brought a little giggle. This is a beautiful little park just around the corner from our farm. Kids play in it all the time. I have seen students sitting under the tree's reading. I really like that it is called a Meadow...so on a evening that I have very little to share, this is it. My ego couldn't pass it by! TEE-Hee&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/R_bnjoiFVSI/AAAAAAAAA08/38Faa1gP7cA/s1600-h/100_2481.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185586620325516578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/R_bnjoiFVSI/AAAAAAAAA08/38Faa1gP7cA/s400/100_2481.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6966029267969341214-6193821026491142965?l=wordsmorethoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsmorethoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/6193821026491142965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6966029267969341214&amp;postID=6193821026491142965' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6966029267969341214/posts/default/6193821026491142965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6966029267969341214/posts/default/6193821026491142965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsmorethoughts.blogspot.com/2008/04/park-around-corner.html' title='The Park around the corner'/><author><name>Shop girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13967035119260237110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/R_bnjoiFVSI/AAAAAAAAA08/38Faa1gP7cA/s72-c/100_2481.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6966029267969341214.post-6194768649462650023</id><published>2008-04-01T10:03:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T04:22:32.241-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Album for Alexis</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;My Granddaughter Alexis is going to be 6 April 18th. It has been fun to make little albums for my family. I find that a dollar store is the best place to buy these little albums. They cost so little but you can do alot with them. I find a back ground that I think works for a little theme and then collage whatever I think talks to the person I am giving the album to. So this is one year in Alexis life...I did 50 pages filled with little events that I thought would have meaning to her. She loves pictures, so I knew this would be a fun gift. Knowing her, it will get alot of use.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;These pictures are not good, but I thought you would get the idea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/R_JtVoiFVNI/AAAAAAAAA0U/ucC4c8XQ4Kc/s1600-h/100_2494.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184326339481916626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/R_JtVoiFVNI/AAAAAAAAA0U/ucC4c8XQ4Kc/s400/100_2494.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/R_JtWIiFVOI/AAAAAAAAA0c/AKhDDdpgLCw/s1600-h/100_2496.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184326348071851234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/R_JtWIiFVOI/AAAAAAAAA0c/AKhDDdpgLCw/s400/100_2496.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/R_JtWYiFVPI/AAAAAAAAA0k/pd2u3cgRa4I/s1600-h/100_2497.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184326352366818546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/R_JtWYiFVPI/AAAAAAAAA0k/pd2u3cgRa4I/s400/100_2497.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/R_JtWoiFVQI/AAAAAAAAA0s/97hjW0-ZGvA/s1600-h/100_2500.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184326356661785858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/R_JtWoiFVQI/AAAAAAAAA0s/97hjW0-ZGvA/s400/100_2500.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Avery is Alexis's little sister...they are different in everyway you can think of, but they have a great time when they are not fighting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/R_JtW4iFVRI/AAAAAAAAA00/6CsCmVhB1hQ/s1600-h/100_2503.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184326360956753170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/R_JtW4iFVRI/AAAAAAAAA00/6CsCmVhB1hQ/s400/100_2503.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/R_JsUIiFVII/AAAAAAAAAzs/ey7ZvKZj2d4/s1600-h/100_2488.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184325214200484994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/R_JsUIiFVII/AAAAAAAAAzs/ey7ZvKZj2d4/s400/100_2488.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/R_JsVYiFVJI/AAAAAAAAAz0/IePvqtJMNsE/s1600-h/100_2489.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184325235675321490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/R_JsVYiFVJI/AAAAAAAAAz0/IePvqtJMNsE/s400/100_2489.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/R_JsVoiFVKI/AAAAAAAAAz8/px1leGXLyW0/s1600-h/100_2490.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184325239970288802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/R_JsVoiFVKI/AAAAAAAAAz8/px1leGXLyW0/s400/100_2490.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/R_JsWYiFVLI/AAAAAAAAA0E/6mro-tiI6HQ/s1600-h/100_2491.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184325252855190706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/R_JsWYiFVLI/AAAAAAAAA0E/6mro-tiI6HQ/s400/100_2491.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/R_JsW4iFVMI/AAAAAAAAA0M/P9QGADNt4jc/s1600-h/100_2493.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184325261445125314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/R_JsW4iFVMI/AAAAAAAAA0M/P9QGADNt4jc/s400/100_2493.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6966029267969341214-6194768649462650023?l=wordsmorethoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsmorethoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/6194768649462650023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6966029267969341214&amp;postID=6194768649462650023' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6966029267969341214/posts/default/6194768649462650023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6966029267969341214/posts/default/6194768649462650023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsmorethoughts.blogspot.com/2008/04/album-for-alexis.html' title='Album for Alexis'/><author><name>Shop girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13967035119260237110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/R_JtVoiFVNI/AAAAAAAAA0U/ucC4c8XQ4Kc/s72-c/100_2494.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6966029267969341214.post-4258251422682030205</id><published>2008-03-31T10:10:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T04:22:32.369-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Filling Stations</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;This is from the Dotson family....With the price of Gas going up daily this was fun to find today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;We are doing everything we can to save gas....one trip to the Market instead of three...just little things like that to save money. I think this little Filling Station is so cute...I am trying to find out more about the owner. I am sure it was a very distant cousin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/R_EbaYiFVHI/AAAAAAAAAzk/I-iA0_VVRiw/s1600-h/East_End_Filling_Station.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183954786156106866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/R_EbaYiFVHI/AAAAAAAAAzk/I-iA0_VVRiw/s400/East_End_Filling_Station.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6966029267969341214-4258251422682030205?l=wordsmorethoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsmorethoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/4258251422682030205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6966029267969341214&amp;postID=4258251422682030205' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6966029267969341214/posts/default/4258251422682030205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6966029267969341214/posts/default/4258251422682030205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsmorethoughts.blogspot.com/2008/03/filling-stations.html' title='Filling Stations'/><author><name>Shop girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13967035119260237110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/R_EbaYiFVHI/AAAAAAAAAzk/I-iA0_VVRiw/s72-c/East_End_Filling_Station.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6966029267969341214.post-2704217307893286075</id><published>2008-03-30T20:52:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T04:22:32.514-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Family History</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;While looking at some family pictures...this was the most interesting. Back row with arrow pointing at him is a Uncle of mine on my Mother's side of the family. John Spencer B. Dotson,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;picture taken in 1912. Uncle John served in the Civil War Company B 6th West Virginia volunteer Calvalry. Uncle John lived to be 96 years old. He was in the battle of Gettysburg amoung others. We are blessed to have a Dotson family site that has taken us back to 1752, and still searching. It is really a gift to know some of our family history. I would love to talk with this man, but like most vets, he probably wouldn't say much. Thanks to my Sister Sharon, her countless hours searching for our family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; I just love the way they all look, so many stories, some lost to us, they were just living their life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/R_BgWYiFVGI/AAAAAAAAAzc/khoXlAv9eQE/s1600-h/family.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183749108762236002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/R_BgWYiFVGI/AAAAAAAAAzc/khoXlAv9eQE/s400/family.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6966029267969341214-2704217307893286075?l=wordsmorethoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsmorethoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/2704217307893286075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6966029267969341214&amp;postID=2704217307893286075' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6966029267969341214/posts/default/2704217307893286075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6966029267969341214/posts/default/2704217307893286075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsmorethoughts.blogspot.com/2008/03/family-history.html' title='Family History'/><author><name>Shop girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13967035119260237110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/R_BgWYiFVGI/AAAAAAAAAzc/khoXlAv9eQE/s72-c/family.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6966029267969341214.post-3414498833396899336</id><published>2008-03-25T21:17:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T04:22:33.174-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1927 Wedding dress</title><content type='html'>I took this picture at the Train Station here in Nampa. People have given so many special things from the past. This dress was made in 1927.  It was interesting to see all the clothes from different years. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/R-nSZ4iFVFI/AAAAAAAAAzU/oxylfKpMACw/s1600-h/100_1882.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181904188380370002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/R-nSZ4iFVFI/AAAAAAAAAzU/oxylfKpMACw/s400/100_1882.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I am taking care of Summit this week, so he is my project....a truly wonderful time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;This cold is taking all my energy. I have been working on the album for Alexis, and I think she will like it. She will be 6 years old next month.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I have watched to much TV this week too, it is really hard to watch the news....we need some really good news for a change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Almost all our Birds have come back home. Arney filled the feeders so they are very happy. The Robins are talking all the time...they seem happy to be back on the farm. My Tulips are almost ready to bloom. My Mother loved the Tulips when she stayed here for awhile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;It may snow tomorrow, so we never know what a day will bring. It is really pretty to see the flowers peeking out of the white snow. Maybe I will get a few pictures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Nothing to exciting to share...Just wanted you to know that I am still here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Big Hugs, Mary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6966029267969341214-3414498833396899336?l=wordsmorethoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsmorethoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/3414498833396899336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6966029267969341214&amp;postID=3414498833396899336' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6966029267969341214/posts/default/3414498833396899336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6966029267969341214/posts/default/3414498833396899336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsmorethoughts.blogspot.com/2008/03/1927-wedding-dress.html' title='1927 Wedding dress'/><author><name>Shop girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13967035119260237110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/R-nSZ4iFVFI/AAAAAAAAAzU/oxylfKpMACw/s72-c/100_1882.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6966029267969341214.post-1547658286952976510</id><published>2008-03-17T09:37:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T04:22:33.318-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A little Green</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I was told that if you have just a pinch of Irish in ya, this is your day. I don't have any parties to go to. No parade down main street Nampa...but I am going shopping. I can spend alittle of the green...TEE-HEE.   Have a good day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/R96e3mxYa3I/AAAAAAAAAzA/t6ovQjyXQ50/s1600-h/with-best-st-patricks-greetings-holidays-st-patricks-day-26137.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178751299660311410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/R96e3mxYa3I/AAAAAAAAAzA/t6ovQjyXQ50/s400/with-best-st-patricks-greetings-holidays-st-patricks-day-26137.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6966029267969341214-1547658286952976510?l=wordsmorethoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsmorethoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/1547658286952976510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6966029267969341214&amp;postID=1547658286952976510' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6966029267969341214/posts/default/1547658286952976510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6966029267969341214/posts/default/1547658286952976510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsmorethoughts.blogspot.com/2008/03/little-green.html' title='A little Green'/><author><name>Shop girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13967035119260237110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/R96e3mxYa3I/AAAAAAAAAzA/t6ovQjyXQ50/s72-c/with-best-st-patricks-greetings-holidays-st-patricks-day-26137.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6966029267969341214.post-7927675065796108705</id><published>2008-03-16T17:31:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T04:22:33.501-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A very unhappy house</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Like so many of you, I try to always have my camera with me. You never know when something will catch your eye. Yesterday while yard selling, I went down a road that was unknown to me. And there this neglected house stood. I didn't take a picture of all the trash in the back. I thought it unkind to dishonor this Ole Man of a house, un-kept and lonely standing in the blue sky. I thought of what it might have looked like in the snow. The truck in the back was also empty, someone lived here, but it must have been awhile ago. I am sure the local teens have found this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/R928jWxYa1I/AAAAAAAAAyw/pX1VLVKQenA/s1600-h/100_2475.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178502462140083026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/R928jWxYa1I/AAAAAAAAAyw/pX1VLVKQenA/s400/100_2475.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/R928j2xYa2I/AAAAAAAAAy4/wUzPiOMsqKQ/s1600-h/100_2472.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178502470730017634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/R928j2xYa2I/AAAAAAAAAy4/wUzPiOMsqKQ/s400/100_2472.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A trash can sets in front near the door, so maybe the neighbors are trying to clean things up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was a strong well built house. Maybe a Homestead house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Fathers parents lived in a house not unlike this...oh it was clean and flowers filled the yard, the chickens ate the little bugs from the yard. And that old cat called CAT by my Grandfather, was the best Mouse hunter in the country. You could have thrown that cat through the wall, I remember as a little girl laying in bed and the moon light came in between the wood. No dry wall or anything so modern, but Grandma papered her kitchen wall in News Paper, she changed it now and then. I would sit at the kitchen table and look at all the pictures. So old houses really talk to me. I have wonderful memories of the little houses I lived in as a child...it didn't matter what they looked like, they were warm with family love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have started a new blog because I need to put down stories, things that are in me that need to come to the for front. We will see!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6966029267969341214-7927675065796108705?l=wordsmorethoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsmorethoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/7927675065796108705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6966029267969341214&amp;postID=7927675065796108705' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6966029267969341214/posts/default/7927675065796108705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6966029267969341214/posts/default/7927675065796108705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsmorethoughts.blogspot.com/2008/03/very-unhappy-house.html' title='A very unhappy house'/><author><name>Shop girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13967035119260237110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/R928jWxYa1I/AAAAAAAAAyw/pX1VLVKQenA/s72-c/100_2475.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6966029267969341214.post-7482866741018585929</id><published>2008-03-16T10:35:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T04:22:34.194-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So Good</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I made Janet's Crock Pot dinner and we really enjoyed it. Nice on a cold evening. Thank you Janet....it was Ymmmmmmmmie!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/R91bEGxYayI/AAAAAAAAAyY/upu71gZR4xo/s1600-h/100_2463.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178395272641276706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/R91bEGxYayI/AAAAAAAAAyY/upu71gZR4xo/s400/100_2463.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/R91bE2xYazI/AAAAAAAAAyg/6RviKWX7rXc/s1600-h/100_2471.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178395285526178610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/R91bE2xYazI/AAAAAAAAAyg/6RviKWX7rXc/s400/100_2471.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#663333;"&gt;Spring is really in the air....I got to adventure into yard sales yesterday. I bought some beads, a brand new little rug for my bathroom, and last but not least, I found this Coach Bag for my Jenny. It cost me 5.00, and it is worth alot of money. I went to the Coach site and nothing there was cheap.  Jenny came over last night and was so excited. It is soft leather, and fit her like it was made just for her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/R91bFGxYa0I/AAAAAAAAAyo/iXnXck7XICg/s1600-h/100_2464.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178395289821145922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/R91bFGxYa0I/AAAAAAAAAyo/iXnXck7XICg/s400/100_2464.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#663333;"&gt;As you can see, it is a purse/backpack. The pictures do not do it justic, but you get the idea. So I am feeling very pleased that it was waiting just for me, and I could give it to my Jenny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6966029267969341214-7482866741018585929?l=wordsmorethoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsmorethoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/7482866741018585929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6966029267969341214&amp;postID=7482866741018585929' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6966029267969341214/posts/default/7482866741018585929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6966029267969341214/posts/default/7482866741018585929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsmorethoughts.blogspot.com/2008/03/so-good.html' title='So Good'/><author><name>Shop girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13967035119260237110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/R91bEGxYayI/AAAAAAAAAyY/upu71gZR4xo/s72-c/100_2463.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6966029267969341214.post-5553598299698471813</id><published>2008-03-15T09:07:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T04:22:34.518-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Envelope</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Norah's Art made the most beautiful envelopes. I thought it would be fun to give it a try. I have these stamps that have lay in a box for years, now I will use them. I am writing my Sister in Law a letter and she will get it in the envelope...Thank You Sharon, I did this last night...sending Monday. Hope everyone is having a nice weekend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/R9v1qWxYawI/AAAAAAAAAyI/Sq7VElutvF8/s1600-h/Scan10100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178002304608529154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/R9v1qWxYawI/AAAAAAAAAyI/Sq7VElutvF8/s400/Scan10100.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/R9v1q2xYaxI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/2rKlSzaJOrM/s1600-h/Scan10101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178002313198463762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/R9v1q2xYaxI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/2rKlSzaJOrM/s400/Scan10101.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6966029267969341214-5553598299698471813?l=wordsmorethoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsmorethoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/5553598299698471813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6966029267969341214&amp;postID=5553598299698471813' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6966029267969341214/posts/default/5553598299698471813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6966029267969341214/posts/default/5553598299698471813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsmorethoughts.blogspot.com/2008/03/envelope.html' title='Envelope'/><author><name>Shop girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13967035119260237110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/R9v1qWxYawI/AAAAAAAAAyI/Sq7VElutvF8/s72-c/Scan10100.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6966029267969341214.post-6481655816032035663</id><published>2008-03-14T07:44:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T04:22:34.708-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wash Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;It came to me that since I no longer work, I am very unorganized. When I was working everything got done in a timely manner. So here I am with all this time at home I dreamed of when I was working, and I seem to be letting the hours float away. It's not like I am sitting around eating Bon-Bon's. Which brings me to share how my Grandmother had a mental list of what her week would be. And believe me, it was done just so. I made this list last night as I remember her routine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;Monday-Wash Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;I remember handing her clothes pins. And learning how to fold little things. She was a story teller, and this is when she would share things with me. She seemed to have a story about everything. And since she was Seventh Day Adventist, God was always part of the lesson.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;Tuesday-Ironing and mending. This was when I learned to iron tea towels and then aprons. I was so proud. Most of the mending she did by hand, but she had a sewing machine also.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;Wednesday-Market Day...Granddaddy would come home early from work to take us shopping. List in hand off we went. Grand Mommy loved to shop, she looked at every little thing and would say how pretty it was or this would be of no use to me. I knew we would be going to the Dime store ---New berry's for a cherry coke while Grand mommy looked at fabric. She loved fabric.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;Thursday- cleaning day, and that meant every...everything spit spot! Oh that cherry wood!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;This seemed to be a day of just getting things done....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;Friday- was baking bread, love the smells that came from the kitchen. All the cooking was done on this day. The weekend was like a long picnic. Cold fried chicken, yummm or that pot of beans with fresh bread...not bad. I loved my Grand mommy's chocolate pie...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;Saturday- church and that could be a all day thing, sometimes we had visitors after church, and they would have lunch with us. My Grand mommy loved to feed people, no one was a stranger ones they passed through her door.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;Sunday- a day of rest...a day trip to see family, or the park...or just staying home and playing games. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;Now with all that good teaching, you would think I could honor her memory and do the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;I left this all behind when I was 7 years old. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/R9qP72xYavI/AAAAAAAAAyA/XWYg1vpRNuE/s1600-h/wash+Day.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177608980093496050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/R9qP72xYavI/AAAAAAAAAyA/XWYg1vpRNuE/s400/wash+Day.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6966029267969341214-6481655816032035663?l=wordsmorethoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsmorethoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/6481655816032035663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6966029267969341214&amp;postID=6481655816032035663' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6966029267969341214/posts/default/6481655816032035663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6966029267969341214/posts/default/6481655816032035663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsmorethoughts.blogspot.com/2008/03/wash-day.html' title='Wash Day'/><author><name>Shop girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13967035119260237110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/R9qP72xYavI/AAAAAAAAAyA/XWYg1vpRNuE/s72-c/wash+Day.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6966029267969341214.post-2425790893660240982</id><published>2008-03-12T11:43:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T04:22:34.817-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ready to give</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I finished the box last night....I can hardly wait till Friday. The box was a little candy box. I took off all the advertising and collaged this paper on the box. Then added the vintage picture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;This was really fun to do....just had to share it with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/R9gkcGxYauI/AAAAAAAAAx4/bIDZoYItG7w/s1600-h/100_2461.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176927836935056098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/R9gkcGxYauI/AAAAAAAAAx4/bIDZoYItG7w/s400/100_2461.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6966029267969341214-2425790893660240982?l=wordsmorethoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsmorethoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/2425790893660240982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6966029267969341214&amp;postID=2425790893660240982' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6966029267969341214/posts/default/2425790893660240982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6966029267969341214/posts/default/2425790893660240982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsmorethoughts.blogspot.com/2008/03/ready-to-give.html' title='Ready to give'/><author><name>Shop girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13967035119260237110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/R9gkcGxYauI/AAAAAAAAAx4/bIDZoYItG7w/s72-c/100_2461.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6966029267969341214.post-3039029625958534647</id><published>2008-03-09T12:01:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T04:22:34.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A little Irish</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;When I was a little girl (a hundred years ago) the stories of the old country was shared at family gatherings. I was always told, you look just like your great Grandmother. She had red hair and brown eyes. Just like me. And my Great Grandpa Miller would say you are just like her. I was to young to realize what this all ment until I was older. Her picture hung at my Aunt Sylvia's, so I understood what they were saying. Her name was Pershie Durban, she gave birth to 13 children in Kentuky and died soon after her last baby was born. Leaving Great Grandpa to raise all these children.  The story of her life is so beautiful, and I am so blessed to have the story's to share with my children. My husband is a Evans...very Welch. And on his Mothers side Neeley...so we are very Irish in this family. So I am a Irish Indian...Oh no! Arney is a Welch Irish man. My poor children are a mess!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/R9Q0iWxYapI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/YNyNfV7Wld8/s1600-h/from-the-auld-sod-holidays-st-patricks-day-63079.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175819636588440210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/R9Q0iWxYapI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/YNyNfV7Wld8/s400/from-the-auld-sod-holidays-st-patricks-day-63079.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;I will get back to blogland and all your wonderful blogging very soon. It has been really busy here, so much to do, so little time. Does anyones spell check work? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;           I know you have all been very creative while I have been elsewhere...Big Hugs, Mary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6966029267969341214-3039029625958534647?l=wordsmorethoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsmorethoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/3039029625958534647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6966029267969341214&amp;postID=3039029625958534647' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6966029267969341214/posts/default/3039029625958534647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6966029267969341214/posts/default/3039029625958534647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsmorethoughts.blogspot.com/2008/03/little-irish.html' title='A little Irish'/><author><name>Shop girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13967035119260237110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/R9Q0iWxYapI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/YNyNfV7Wld8/s72-c/from-the-auld-sod-holidays-st-patricks-day-63079.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6966029267969341214.post-6174037262278657560</id><published>2008-03-01T11:13:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T04:22:35.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1935 news paper add</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;I just read a book on the depression in the 1930's. It was very interesting because it was a child's Diary. It was really amazing how so many lived in that time including my father who lived on a farm with his family during the Dust bowl. In this Diary was a add from the local paper...I thought about what it said, it has such deep meaning. I remember when my Grandparents and even my Mama and Dad seemed to keep the strangest things. Paper was never wasted, use the back and the front my Mother would say. Don't lose those Bobby pins, I am not made of money. Food was never to be thrown away. If nothing else the Dog and cat got the leftovers. Or the chickens. I don't think I had store bought bread until I was about 7 years old. I can remember my Mother using the coffee grounds twice so that you got more coffee from a pound. I am sure that we were poor, but I didn't know anyone that was truly rich. I had 2 pairs of shoes, one for school and the other for church. My Mama had taps put on them so they would last longer. In the summer we just went barefooted, and if you grew to fast that was just to bad, no new shoes till September when school started. I am not unlike my Grandmommy, she couldn't throw anything away until it was either falling apart or to stained to get it out. Then she would take the buttons off and put them in a jar or can. I remember hair ribbons, they were hung neatly on a large hook at my Grandmommy's.  The used nails in a can, they still worked, why throw them away. I could go on and on about this, but in these days of change, I believe we need to think more about the waste.  Just a thought for a Saturday morning. I thought about making a sticker to go on my car. I just had a thought...gum, I would save it after chewing it all day. That does sound gross!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/R8mdLfmSzjI/AAAAAAAAAw8/oSdo75RBUOk/s1600-h/Scan10001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172838467797962290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/R8mdLfmSzjI/AAAAAAAAAw8/oSdo75RBUOk/s400/Scan10001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6966029267969341214-6174037262278657560?l=wordsmorethoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsmorethoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/6174037262278657560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6966029267969341214&amp;postID=6174037262278657560' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6966029267969341214/posts/default/6174037262278657560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6966029267969341214/posts/default/6174037262278657560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsmorethoughts.blogspot.com/2008/03/1935-news-paper-add.html' title='1935 news paper add'/><author><name>Shop girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13967035119260237110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/R8mdLfmSzjI/AAAAAAAAAw8/oSdo75RBUOk/s72-c/Scan10001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6966029267969341214.post-942855365643499431</id><published>2008-02-29T14:48:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T04:22:35.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A gift for Kristie</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;I have learned alot about patients doing this project. This was fun, but with that came alot of time spent. Not a quick craft. Kristie's Birthday is Sunday and to be honest, I wasn't sure it would be finised in time. Jenny and I are going to the Mall in Boise Sunday to buy Summit's 8th Birthday gift from me. I will buy Jenny and myself a fun treat of cheesecake from the Cheese Cake Factory...yummy. No I didn't forget about my diet (change of lifestyle).Then we will take a piece of Cheesecake to Kristie with our gifts. I am excited to give it to her and a little nerves...Yikes!....on the back is their names.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/R8h-avmSzgI/AAAAAAAAAwk/EFocyH_5lXU/s1600-h/100_2368.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172523169953795586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/R8h-avmSzgI/AAAAAAAAAwk/EFocyH_5lXU/s400/100_2368.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/R8h-b_mSzhI/AAAAAAAAAws/La6Isv9Q2uk/s1600-h/100_2370.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172523191428632082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/R8h-b_mSzhI/AAAAAAAAAws/La6Isv9Q2uk/s400/100_2370.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Saturday was spent at the cheerleading regionals...Kayla was selectioned to go on to Nationals. This is a awful picture...but if you click on it, you will see the makeup, it is really pretty. Not this picture Grandma!!!!!!!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/R8h-cvmSziI/AAAAAAAAAw0/o3b_23UhJb4/s1600-h/100_2354.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172523204313533986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/R8h-cvmSziI/AAAAAAAAAw0/o3b_23UhJb4/s400/100_2354.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6966029267969341214-942855365643499431?l=wordsmorethoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsmorethoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/942855365643499431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6966029267969341214&amp;postID=942855365643499431' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6966029267969341214/posts/default/942855365643499431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6966029267969341214/posts/default/942855365643499431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsmorethoughts.blogspot.com/2008/02/gift-for-kristie.html' title='A gift for Kristie'/><author><name>Shop girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13967035119260237110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/R8h-avmSzgI/AAAAAAAAAwk/EFocyH_5lXU/s72-c/100_2368.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6966029267969341214.post-4983038046878194992</id><published>2008-02-25T18:57:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T04:22:35.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lowe's Lead</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Good news on a Monday evening. Arney got the Lead at Lowe's. He started the Job I think in late September, not bad for a newbie. I hope your having a great day. I am tired from staying up so late last night watching the Oscar's. Or maybe it was all the drinking..sure Mary!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/R8NyYTzt4hI/AAAAAAAAAv4/S-BGKrWIqUo/s1600-h/headerImage1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171102559111078418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/R8NyYTzt4hI/AAAAAAAAAv4/S-BGKrWIqUo/s400/headerImage1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6966029267969341214-4983038046878194992?l=wordsmorethoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsmorethoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/4983038046878194992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6966029267969341214&amp;postID=4983038046878194992' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6966029267969341214/posts/default/4983038046878194992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6966029267969341214/posts/default/4983038046878194992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsmorethoughts.blogspot.com/2008/02/lowes-lead.html' title='Lowe&apos;s Lead'/><author><name>Shop girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13967035119260237110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/R8NyYTzt4hI/AAAAAAAAAv4/S-BGKrWIqUo/s72-c/headerImage1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6966029267969341214.post-1855217546253153055</id><published>2008-02-21T20:11:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T04:22:36.517-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Something new!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;The first picture is my first frame. Arney spent the morning working with me, and I did this just a few hours ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/R74-gjzt4dI/AAAAAAAAAvY/3kqA57Rm2Ms/s1600-h/100_2340.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169638151356801490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/R74-gjzt4dI/AAAAAAAAAvY/3kqA57Rm2Ms/s400/100_2340.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish the pictures were better but the glass keeps catching the light. But I am sure you get the idea. I did it!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/R74-hDzt4eI/AAAAAAAAAvg/dOF2c9aHVmA/s1600-h/100_2342.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169638159946736098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/R74-hDzt4eI/AAAAAAAAAvg/dOF2c9aHVmA/s400/100_2342.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday while looking around one of our little shopes, I found this cabinet for my bathroom...I haven't put anything in it yet as you can see, but I hung my new project.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/R74-hjzt4fI/AAAAAAAAAvo/U6qVrevrjck/s1600-h/100_2350.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169638168536670706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/R74-hjzt4fI/AAAAAAAAAvo/U6qVrevrjck/s400/100_2350.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/R74-iDzt4gI/AAAAAAAAAvw/Q9FvZsQjw5M/s1600-h/100_2352.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169638177126605314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/R74-iDzt4gI/AAAAAAAAAvw/Q9FvZsQjw5M/s400/100_2352.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I think you might get bored with these, since I am sure this will take over my life for awhile.&lt;br /&gt; I only have one slightly burned finger, I think that was pretty good, I know it will be the first of many. I burn myself almost every time I use my glue gun and we won't talk about how many years I have been using it. So tonight I take a deep breath and clean up my mess.....so I can do it all again tomorrow....I saw your eyes cross!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6966029267969341214-1855217546253153055?l=wordsmorethoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsmorethoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/1855217546253153055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6966029267969341214&amp;postID=1855217546253153055' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6966029267969341214/posts/default/1855217546253153055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6966029267969341214/posts/default/1855217546253153055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsmorethoughts.blogspot.com/2008/02/something-new.html' title='Something new!'/><author><name>Shop girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13967035119260237110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/R74-gjzt4dI/AAAAAAAAAvY/3kqA57Rm2Ms/s72-c/100_2340.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6966029267969341214.post-5410549917152892761</id><published>2008-02-19T21:19:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T04:22:36.635-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Stuff!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Getting it all together has been very interesting....I will be going tomorrow to get the copper tape. I couldn't find it anywhere, so came home and got out the ole phone book and just started calling. I found a place called Rainbow glass, she was really nice, has just what I need.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I can hardly wait to get started. I know it will not be easy, but thats okay. I got lead free solder. Arney found it at Lowe's for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Oh yes, Arney has applied for lead in his department. It has narrowed down from 20 people to 3 and he is one of the 3. So we will see. It's like a horse race, only one can win...YIKES!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;For some reason the past couple of days have been hard when it comes to my staying away from the (BAD) food...I must be nerves or something...I keep saying to myself...get it right!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/R7uquDzt4cI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/h63F6IvgU7I/s1600-h/100_2333.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168912705610703298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/R7uquDzt4cI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/h63F6IvgU7I/s400/100_2333.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6966029267969341214-5410549917152892761?l=wordsmorethoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsmorethoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/5410549917152892761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6966029267969341214&amp;postID=5410549917152892761' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6966029267969341214/posts/default/5410549917152892761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6966029267969341214/posts/default/5410549917152892761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsmorethoughts.blogspot.com/2008/02/stuff.html' title='The Stuff!'/><author><name>Shop girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13967035119260237110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/R7uquDzt4cI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/h63F6IvgU7I/s72-c/100_2333.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6966029267969341214.post-1960119666856172013</id><published>2008-02-16T18:32:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T04:22:36.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>something for a Saturday afternnon</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;The idea was from Norah's...to take a picture from the news paper and also a napkin and make a picture to draw...I decided just to collage. I thought this would be really fun to cover one of my boxes  sometime. I used a picture of a Trolley before since it has been in our news. We are trying to bring it back to our valley since we need to stop drinking so much gas. Any-way, it was fun to find stuff. Also the soldering iron is for crafts. I want to make tiny little picture frames. All aboard! The napkin is the little houses on the bottom. It was a summer theme.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/R7ePVzzt4bI/AAAAAAAAAvI/9Yf9YiXwi4E/s1600-h/Scan10035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167756702278082994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/R7ePVzzt4bI/AAAAAAAAAvI/9Yf9YiXwi4E/s400/Scan10035.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6966029267969341214-1960119666856172013?l=wordsmorethoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsmorethoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/1960119666856172013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6966029267969341214&amp;postID=1960119666856172013' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6966029267969341214/posts/default/1960119666856172013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6966029267969341214/posts/default/1960119666856172013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsmorethoughts.blogspot.com/2008/02/some-for-saturday-afternnon.html' title='something for a Saturday afternnon'/><author><name>Shop girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13967035119260237110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/R7ePVzzt4bI/AAAAAAAAAvI/9Yf9YiXwi4E/s72-c/Scan10035.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6966029267969341214.post-4722337082583013801</id><published>2008-02-16T12:30:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T04:22:36.985-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What did you get?</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;While some of you were getting flowers, Candy, maybe a special dinner or dinning out for Valentines day...I got a sodering iron....Don't get me wrong, this is what I really wanted. It just started sounding funnier as Arney and I talked to the point of good old laughter which is worth a million. It is really sunny and nice here today. I am by myself since Arney works till ten tonight. I can get in alot of trouble while he is gone....chic flic, not doing anything that would be exhausting like cleaning.          Have a great day, mary                  My spell check isn't working and I am a horrible speller.....not good!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/R7c6KDzt4aI/AAAAAAAAAu4/jGtTyvAb59o/s1600-h/100_2331.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167663041926259106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/R7c6KDzt4aI/AAAAAAAAAu4/jGtTyvAb59o/s400/100_2331.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6966029267969341214-4722337082583013801?l=wordsmorethoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsmorethoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/4722337082583013801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6966029267969341214&amp;postID=4722337082583013801' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6966029267969341214/posts/default/4722337082583013801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6966029267969341214/posts/default/4722337082583013801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsmorethoughts.blogspot.com/2008/02/what-did-you-get.html' title='What did you get?'/><author><name>Shop girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13967035119260237110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/R7c6KDzt4aI/AAAAAAAAAu4/jGtTyvAb59o/s72-c/100_2331.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6966029267969341214.post-4403015256737602633</id><published>2008-02-14T11:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T04:22:37.159-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Have a Love filled day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Happy Valentines Day....think RED!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/R7SMEjzt4ZI/AAAAAAAAAuw/q8pjCWc46cU/s1600-h/HEART+GIRL.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166908682460324242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/R7SMEjzt4ZI/AAAAAAAAAuw/q8pjCWc46cU/s400/HEART+GIRL.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6966029267969341214-4403015256737602633?l=wordsmorethoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsmorethoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/4403015256737602633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6966029267969341214&amp;postID=4403015256737602633' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6966029267969341214/posts/default/4403015256737602633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6966029267969341214/posts/default/4403015256737602633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsmorethoughts.blogspot.com/2008/02/have-love-filled-day.html' title='Have a Love filled day!'/><author><name>Shop girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13967035119260237110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/R7SMEjzt4ZI/AAAAAAAAAuw/q8pjCWc46cU/s72-c/HEART+GIRL.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6966029267969341214.post-7985479139606867028</id><published>2008-02-11T11:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T04:22:37.251-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good-morning</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The snow is melting...it's to be in the 40's today. Now it will get gray and ugly until spring comes. Of course it could snow again. Although I have had some bad day's where I have ate too much...it's hard to teach a old chic new things. I have lost a total of 8 pounds. When I think of that as very little....I think of what a pound of butter looks like and then smile...it is better than adding on as I have been.  I have so many idea's running around in my head...trying to settle on one thing and get going. I love making the collage boxes, and I will make some for the Church sale in fall. I have a desire to make picture jewlery. I have seen some and want to try it, we will see. Have a great Monday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/R7CaDDzt4YI/AAAAAAAAAuo/yS5QnZJJBLg/s1600-h/Fat+cat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165798149946466690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/R7CaDDzt4YI/AAAAAAAAAuo/yS5QnZJJBLg/s400/Fat+cat.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6966029267969341214-7985479139606867028?l=wordsmorethoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsmorethoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/7985479139606867028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6966029267969341214&amp;postID=7985479139606867028' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6966029267969341214/posts/default/7985479139606867028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6966029267969341214/posts/default/7985479139606867028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsmorethoughts.blogspot.com/2008/02/good-morning.html' title='Good-morning'/><author><name>Shop girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13967035119260237110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/R7CaDDzt4YI/AAAAAAAAAuo/yS5QnZJJBLg/s72-c/Fat+cat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6966029267969341214.post-5065307708684565599</id><published>2008-02-09T14:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T04:22:37.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To The Sweetheart's Of Blogland....</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I got up this morning and found myself hunting for just the right materials to make a blogland card for all of you who visit me....so her it is...with Love, Mary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/R64bMDzt4VI/AAAAAAAAAuM/55CDz6Bw08E/s1600-h/Scan10001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165095716635140434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/R64bMDzt4VI/AAAAAAAAAuM/55CDz6Bw08E/s400/Scan10001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6966029267969341214-5065307708684565599?l=wordsmorethoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsmorethoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/5065307708684565599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6966029267969341214&amp;postID=5065307708684565599' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6966029267969341214/posts/default/5065307708684565599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6966029267969341214/posts/default/5065307708684565599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsmorethoughts.blogspot.com/2008/02/to-sweethearts-of-blogland.html' title='To The Sweetheart&apos;s Of Blogland....'/><author><name>Shop girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13967035119260237110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/R64bMDzt4VI/AAAAAAAAAuM/55CDz6Bw08E/s72-c/Scan10001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6966029267969341214.post-6635301958797654423</id><published>2008-02-08T16:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T04:22:37.591-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Barn</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Snow is falling...this is our old barn. The wood that we had stacked under the tarp is almost gone. We may have to get more...if the temp drops to much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I almost fell at lunch today...there is about 3 inches of ice in the parking lot of the Broadmore Country club Cafe' I hung onto the car, I would have been so upset to be found on the ground. So I gathered myself together and off I went.....very slowly. We all were bundled up, everyone looked like a strip club as we begain to take off all our winter coats and scarfs, gloves, so on. Everyone had pink cheeks and cold hands. I had a wonderful chicken soup and salad....I was a very good girl, I left half the soup and part of the salad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;So this is my friday share.....I had fun.&lt;/span&gt; If you click on the picture you can see it snowing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/R6ztQ99atDI/AAAAAAAAAuE/-tfgePftLLs/s1600-h/100_2300.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164763748452971570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/R6ztQ99atDI/AAAAAAAAAuE/-tfgePftLLs/s400/100_2300.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6966029267969341214-6635301958797654423?l=wordsmorethoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsmorethoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/6635301958797654423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6966029267969341214&amp;postID=6635301958797654423' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6966029267969341214/posts/default/6635301958797654423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6966029267969341214/posts/default/6635301958797654423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsmorethoughts.blogspot.com/2008/02/our-barn.html' title='Our Barn'/><author><name>Shop girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13967035119260237110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/R6ztQ99atDI/AAAAAAAAAuE/-tfgePftLLs/s72-c/100_2300.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6966029267969341214.post-7849310788031570599</id><published>2008-02-04T17:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T04:22:37.829-07:00</updated><title type='text'>With the Sun this morning came?</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;I was so glad to see the sun this morning and blue sky in every direction. And along with the sparkle of the white snow againist the bright sun came.....Artful Blogging delievered by UPS since I ordered it from Barnes and Noble....I didn't even have to open it to be excited, I knew Janet was in that package.  I am taking it to lunch with me Friday, I am such a show off! You would think I was in the magazine. I am smiling Janet...this is good stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;For those of us that dream....keep on creating, we never know what adventure is ahead of us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Sometimes it is just in the doing that gives us great joy, or knowing that someone we care about is enjoying the moment....it is all good. Happy Blogging&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/R6eogN9atCI/AAAAAAAAAt8/rH2Fpmr1L74/s1600-h/Scan10001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163280769260106786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/R6eogN9atCI/AAAAAAAAAt8/rH2Fpmr1L74/s400/Scan10001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6966029267969341214-7849310788031570599?l=wordsmorethoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsmorethoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/7849310788031570599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6966029267969341214&amp;postID=7849310788031570599' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6966029267969341214/posts/default/7849310788031570599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6966029267969341214/posts/default/7849310788031570599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsmorethoughts.blogspot.com/2008/02/with-sun-this-morning-came.html' title='With the Sun this morning came?'/><author><name>Shop girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13967035119260237110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/R6eogN9atCI/AAAAAAAAAt8/rH2Fpmr1L74/s72-c/Scan10001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6966029267969341214.post-6422510948552742323</id><published>2008-02-03T11:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T04:22:38.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just when I thought it was slowing down....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/R6YK1d9as-I/AAAAAAAAAtg/GqzI7QRS2VI/s1600-h/100_2286.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162825936518427618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/R6YK1d9as-I/AAAAAAAAAtg/GqzI7QRS2VI/s400/100_2286.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/R6YK299as_I/AAAAAAAAAto/9T8_Yn9EBe0/s1600-h/100_2277.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162825962288231410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/R6YK299as_I/AAAAAAAAAto/9T8_Yn9EBe0/s400/100_2277.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/R6YK399atAI/AAAAAAAAAtw/Bp1drnRwusM/s1600-h/100_2280.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162825979468100610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/R6YK399atAI/AAAAAAAAAtw/Bp1drnRwusM/s400/100_2280.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6966029267969341214-6422510948552742323?l=wordsmorethoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsmorethoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/6422510948552742323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6966029267969341214&amp;postID=6422510948552742323' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6966029267969341214/posts/default/6422510948552742323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6966029267969341214/posts/default/6422510948552742323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsmorethoughts.blogspot.com/2008/02/just-when-i-thought-it-was-slowing-down.html' title='Just when I thought it was slowing down....'/><author><name>Shop girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13967035119260237110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/R6YK1d9as-I/AAAAAAAAAtg/GqzI7QRS2VI/s72-c/100_2286.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6966029267969341214.post-5052428034206393393</id><published>2008-02-02T20:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T04:22:39.064-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Follow the River by...James Alexander Throm</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;I have read this book before and somehow lost it. It is really good. A page turner.  If you have family from West Virginia, Ohio or kentucky this could be of real interest to you. It is about Mary Ingles, her thousand mile ordeal. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/R6U1rt9as8I/AAAAAAAAAtQ/TlR-FjjNXfI/s1600-h/Scan10030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162591573037986754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/R6U1rt9as8I/AAAAAAAAAtQ/TlR-FjjNXfI/s400/Scan10030.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;It continues to snow...tonight we are in white outs all over this valley. The winds are out of control. I can't believe the winter we are having...it has been along time since we have seen this kind of winter. Burrrrrrr!  I think Garfield would say something like, I hate the weather man!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/R6U1r99as9I/AAAAAAAAAtY/d-0Wti-j9zo/s1600-h/Scan10022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162591577332954066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/R6U1r99as9I/AAAAAAAAAtY/d-0Wti-j9zo/s400/Scan10022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6966029267969341214-5052428034206393393?l=wordsmorethoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsmorethoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/5052428034206393393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6966029267969341214&amp;postID=5052428034206393393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6966029267969341214/posts/default/5052428034206393393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6966029267969341214/posts/default/5052428034206393393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsmorethoughts.blogspot.com/2008/02/follow-river-byjames-alexander-throm.html' title='Follow the River by...James Alexander Throm'/><author><name>Shop girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13967035119260237110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/R6U1rt9as8I/AAAAAAAAAtQ/TlR-FjjNXfI/s72-c/Scan10030.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6966029267969341214.post-1949162172670974455</id><published>2008-02-01T22:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T04:22:39.415-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's time for Hearts!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;When I found this ole Valentine....what I thought was so beautiful was it was to her Papa. From Viola 1917....Sweet!  The ribbon is still really red, so it has been kept very well. I collected post cards when I was in the business of buy &amp;amp; selling Antiques and collectables. I did it when I lived in Southern California, I should have stayed with it, but sometimes life gets in the way. Idaho didn't offer the outlet I had in California. So I have some things I kept, it reminds me of the fun of the find...and that people would buy what I found.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/R6QBWN9as6I/AAAAAAAAAtA/zjLcIiS0rzc/s1600-h/Scan10012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162252554089444258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/R6QBWN9as6I/AAAAAAAAAtA/zjLcIiS0rzc/s400/Scan10012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/R6QBWt9as7I/AAAAAAAAAtI/2VausFaRUTU/s1600-h/Scan10016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162252562679378866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/R6QBWt9as7I/AAAAAAAAAtI/2VausFaRUTU/s400/Scan10016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6966029267969341214-1949162172670974455?l=wordsmorethoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsmorethoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/1949162172670974455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6966029267969341214&amp;postID=1949162172670974455' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6966029267969341214/posts/default/1949162172670974455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6966029267969341214/posts/default/1949162172670974455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsmorethoughts.blogspot.com/2008/02/its-time-for-hearts.html' title='It&apos;s time for Hearts!'/><author><name>Shop girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13967035119260237110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/R6QBWN9as6I/AAAAAAAAAtA/zjLcIiS0rzc/s72-c/Scan10012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6966029267969341214.post-868669535138052997</id><published>2008-02-01T13:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T04:22:39.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'>B is for Box....to late!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I made a couple of Boxes for the giving of socks to my lunch friends. This is something I have done before. Thought you might enjoy seeing one. I now have the cold that has been going around. Thank goodness it is not the flu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Idaho is still under a blanket of snow. The sun is shinning today, but it is cold.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Summit went back to school, he was so happy! Remember second grade, he has a little crush on his teacher....she is young and very pretty. My teachers were all ugly until the 6th grade. Mr Marr ....I think every other girl in the class couldn't get their eyes of him....I got really good grades that year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;             Have a great weekend....Hugs, mary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/R6N6rd9as5I/AAAAAAAAAs4/ygjC1GoLDBw/s1600-h/100_2274.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162104485091914642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/R6N6rd9as5I/AAAAAAAAAs4/ygjC1GoLDBw/s400/100_2274.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6966029267969341214-868669535138052997?l=wordsmorethoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsmorethoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/868669535138052997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6966029267969341214&amp;postID=868669535138052997' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6966029267969341214/posts/default/868669535138052997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6966029267969341214/posts/default/868669535138052997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsmorethoughts.blogspot.com/2008/02/b-is-for-boxto-late.html' title='B is for Box....to late!'/><author><name>Shop girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13967035119260237110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/R6N6rd9as5I/AAAAAAAAAs4/ygjC1GoLDBw/s72-c/100_2274.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6966029267969341214.post-375752660015190104</id><published>2008-01-30T20:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T04:22:40.319-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Snow day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Here are a few picture of our latest snow....tomorrow we are supposed to get more...&lt;br /&gt;This is my porch girl....she now has a alot of snow on her hat.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/R6FGkN9as1I/AAAAAAAAAsY/-bgTVUtYgbg/s1600-h/100_2238.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161484235979797330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/R6FGkN9as1I/AAAAAAAAAsY/-bgTVUtYgbg/s400/100_2238.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/R6FGkt9as2I/AAAAAAAAAsg/L-GY_wTI_2Y/s1600-h/100_2237.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161484244569731938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/R6FGkt9as2I/AAAAAAAAAsg/L-GY_wTI_2Y/s400/100_2237.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is my storm door opened....couldn't open it any wider....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/R6FGk99as3I/AAAAAAAAAso/81pWn56YaWg/s1600-h/100_2244.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161484248864699250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/R6FGk99as3I/AAAAAAAAAso/81pWn56YaWg/s400/100_2244.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mattie is heading to her favorite place to pee...and as you can see LB has already made some yellow snow. Arney had taken the snow off the walk way 3 times before I took this picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/R6FGlN9as4I/AAAAAAAAAsw/aXXTGtZFlZY/s1600-h/100_2257.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161484253159666562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/R6FGlN9as4I/AAAAAAAAAsw/aXXTGtZFlZY/s400/100_2257.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And then a glimps of the blue sky...&lt;br /&gt;We haven't had this much snow in along time. You can see the houses have heat going....snow melting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6966029267969341214-375752660015190104?l=wordsmorethoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsmorethoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/375752660015190104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6966029267969341214&amp;postID=375752660015190104' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6966029267969341214/posts/default/375752660015190104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6966029267969341214/posts/default/375752660015190104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsmorethoughts.blogspot.com/2008/01/another-snow-day.html' title='Another Snow day!'/><author><name>Shop girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13967035119260237110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/R6FGkN9as1I/AAAAAAAAAsY/-bgTVUtYgbg/s72-c/100_2238.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6966029267969341214.post-404701436407258428</id><published>2008-01-30T20:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T20:44:25.164-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Relieved</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Summit went in this morning for the test results and everything is wonderful. He got a clean bill of health....lots of smiles of joy with the whole family here and elsewhere. Again thank you all for your support....we are greatful for all good thoughts and prayers for our little guy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Big Hugs from Summit too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6966029267969341214-404701436407258428?l=wordsmorethoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsmorethoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/404701436407258428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6966029267969341214&amp;postID=404701436407258428' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6966029267969341214/posts/default/404701436407258428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6966029267969341214/posts/default/404701436407258428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsmorethoughts.blogspot.com/2008/01/relieved.html' title='Relieved'/><author><name>Shop girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13967035119260237110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6966029267969341214.post-8126491278016353537</id><published>2008-01-28T11:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T04:22:40.591-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summit</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I want to thank you all for the words of encouragement and prayers. It has been a long few days. They have taken the tube out of Summit's throat, and now he just has to get stronger and heal. Jenny made a cake for her Dad so we spent the evening last night. Arney's Birthday is today....Cory &amp;amp; I went together and got him surround sound.  It's nice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;We should have all the tests back Weds. or Thursday. He is week and pale, but looks wonderful to me. I can sleep now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Thank you also about my weight loss, I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;determined&lt;/span&gt; to get healthy....I haven't felt good for along while. I have always been if anything over active and this weight has slowed me down to almost a halt. Big Hugs from the Evans Clan! Your Mary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I am so excited for Janet....WOW!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/R54j399as0I/AAAAAAAAAsQ/UKAP_kTCWFc/s1600-h/100_2230.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160601667445109570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/R54j399as0I/AAAAAAAAAsQ/UKAP_kTCWFc/s400/100_2230.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6966029267969341214-8126491278016353537?l=wordsmorethoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsmorethoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/8126491278016353537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6966029267969341214&amp;postID=8126491278016353537' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6966029267969341214/posts/default/8126491278016353537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6966029267969341214/posts/default/8126491278016353537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsmorethoughts.blogspot.com/2008/01/summit.html' title='Summit'/><author><name>Shop girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13967035119260237110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/R54j399as0I/AAAAAAAAAsQ/UKAP_kTCWFc/s72-c/100_2230.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6966029267969341214.post-2832340740772004277</id><published>2008-01-27T14:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T14:21:58.088-07:00</updated><title type='text'>7 days</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;My journey to weight loss started 7 days ago today. I have lost 4 pounds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;It's not earth shaking, but it is a baby step forward.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I will return this evening with a update on Summit...so far it is all good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;                                  Big hugs, Mary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6966029267969341214-2832340740772004277?l=wordsmorethoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsmorethoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/2832340740772004277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6966029267969341214&amp;postID=2832340740772004277' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6966029267969341214/posts/default/2832340740772004277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6966029267969341214/posts/default/2832340740772004277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsmorethoughts.blogspot.com/2008/01/7-days.html' title='7 days'/><author><name>Shop girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13967035119260237110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6966029267969341214.post-868645022109611549</id><published>2008-01-22T18:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T04:22:40.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Form for Points</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;And so it has started....I am not going to Weight Watchers but I am using their methods. I bought a book and found out the rulse...wish me to be strong!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/R5aU9CJvFII/AAAAAAAAAsI/BT7-NxcGfCQ/s1600-h/Scan10009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158474199470118018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/R5aU9CJvFII/AAAAAAAAAsI/BT7-NxcGfCQ/s400/Scan10009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6966029267969341214-868645022109611549?l=wordsmorethoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsmorethoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/868645022109611549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6966029267969341214&amp;postID=868645022109611549' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6966029267969341214/posts/default/868645022109611549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6966029267969341214/posts/default/868645022109611549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsmorethoughts.blogspot.com/2008/01/form-for-points.html' title='Form for Points'/><author><name>Shop girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13967035119260237110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/R5aU9CJvFII/AAAAAAAAAsI/BT7-NxcGfCQ/s72-c/Scan10009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6966029267969341214.post-8758166351448582224</id><published>2008-01-21T01:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T04:22:41.187-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Summit</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;So here is Summit.....In Our Heart!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/R5RVXSJvFHI/AAAAAAAAAsA/HFIMuNgnn6U/s1600-h/Scan10008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157841331744085106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/R5RVXSJvFHI/AAAAAAAAAsA/HFIMuNgnn6U/s400/Scan10008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6966029267969341214-8758166351448582224?l=wordsmorethoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsmorethoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/8758166351448582224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6966029267969341214&amp;postID=8758166351448582224' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6966029267969341214/posts/default/8758166351448582224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6966029267969341214/posts/default/8758166351448582224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsmorethoughts.blogspot.com/2008/01/our-summit.html' title='Our Summit'/><author><name>Shop girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13967035119260237110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/R5RVXSJvFHI/AAAAAAAAAsA/HFIMuNgnn6U/s72-c/Scan10008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6966029267969341214.post-2885991395156336070</id><published>2008-01-20T15:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T04:22:41.371-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tell 5 weird or Random things about myself......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/R5PRDiJvFGI/AAAAAAAAAr4/dD0HwKLnDf8/s1600-h/Scan10062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157695856906802274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/R5PRDiJvFGI/AAAAAAAAAr4/dD0HwKLnDf8/s400/Scan10062.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;I should write a book on my weirdness....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;1. If I put it on my plate to eat, I have to eat it all. Mama said children were starving in China and they would just love this food. I can't seem to get past it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;2. For the most part, I like to shop alone. I like to just walk around without any distractions and look. I have girlfriends that shop in packs....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;3. I can be found in my PJ's, so I would rather someone call before dropping in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;4.My computer sat just looking at me for almost a year before I would start learning what to do with it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;5. I go barefooted year round. I have beautiful shoes but I only wear them when I go out. Even the dogs know I am leaving because I have shoes on my feet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6966029267969341214-2885991395156336070?l=wordsmorethoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsmorethoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/2885991395156336070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6966029267969341214&amp;postID=2885991395156336070' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6966029267969341214/posts/default/2885991395156336070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6966029267969341214/posts/default/2885991395156336070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsmorethoughts.blogspot.com/2008/01/tell-5-weird-or-random-things-about.html' title='tell 5 weird or Random things about myself......'/><author><name>Shop girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13967035119260237110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/R5PRDiJvFGI/AAAAAAAAAr4/dD0HwKLnDf8/s72-c/Scan10062.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6966029267969341214.post-5924643197985281294</id><published>2008-01-19T12:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T04:22:42.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheerleaders</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/R5JVWCJvFDI/AAAAAAAAArg/oMpOtzAAUC0/s1600-h/100_1457.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157278360315827250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/R5JVWCJvFDI/AAAAAAAAArg/oMpOtzAAUC0/s400/100_1457.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Here is my Granddaughter Kayla....she is the one on the very top...Yikes. She is what they call a flyer since she gets thrown in the air alot. She loves it! Today she is working with the girls in a elementary school...they are having a day teaching them some moves. Kayla is a very busy girl, she is in her last year of high school...and works part time for JC Penny's. They came in second last year in the regional....I don't think we say enough good things about our teens....their are so many wonderful young people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/R5JT3yJvFCI/AAAAAAAAArY/OPfYWymw1do/s1600-h/478be1686a903l_897793d4037f0d4574a78b63f045bfe1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157276741113156642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/R5JT3yJvFCI/AAAAAAAAArY/OPfYWymw1do/s400/478be1686a903l_897793d4037f0d4574a78b63f045bfe1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6966029267969341214-5924643197985281294?l=wordsmorethoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsmorethoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/5924643197985281294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6966029267969341214&amp;postID=5924643197985281294' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6966029267969341214/posts/default/5924643197985281294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6966029267969341214/posts/default/5924643197985281294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsmorethoughts.blogspot.com/2008/01/cheerleaders.html' title='Cheerleaders'/><author><name>Shop girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13967035119260237110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/R5JVWCJvFDI/AAAAAAAAArg/oMpOtzAAUC0/s72-c/100_1457.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6966029267969341214.post-6971101247035893582</id><published>2008-01-18T12:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T04:22:42.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cleaning</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I wish this had scanned better....When we had taken out the outside walls of our house. We found a few things that I have kept. We are sure that these little items were put by children into the wall before it was finished. This house was built in 1906 and the walls were original to the house...long story, hard work inside and out. So today I was cleaning...when I am upset the house gets really cleaned...I yell a lot at the dust and such that gathers when I am not looking. And to make me more upset than I can tell you, I am trying to get some weight off...bad timing, but is there ever a good time...I just know it has to start with me. So I thought since I found these 3 items it would be nice to share at Valentine time. It looks like they were made at school. The one has different eyes, you can move them. And the store bought card was made in the USA...no date. The heart is made of crepe paper on very thick paper, but not like card stock. The writing on the back of the store bought card is in real ink...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Getting through another day! Arney and Janet are right, the one with the car is probably from the 50's...he said it came from the ceiling when we opened it up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/R5D8OCJvFBI/AAAAAAAAArQ/zw20LJZd0DI/s1600-h/Scan10001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156898891365291026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/R5D8OCJvFBI/AAAAAAAAArQ/zw20LJZd0DI/s400/Scan10001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6966029267969341214-6971101247035893582?l=wordsmorethoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsmorethoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/6971101247035893582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6966029267969341214&amp;postID=6971101247035893582' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6966029267969341214/posts/default/6971101247035893582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6966029267969341214/posts/default/6971101247035893582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsmorethoughts.blogspot.com/2008/01/cleaning.html' title='Cleaning'/><author><name>Shop girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13967035119260237110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/R5D8OCJvFBI/AAAAAAAAArQ/zw20LJZd0DI/s72-c/Scan10001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6966029267969341214.post-8327519079658267676</id><published>2008-01-16T10:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T04:22:42.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Good-morning, I took this picture the day after Christmas. I haven't been doing anything very creative. I have had a lot on my mind and can't seem to find my center. Our Summit is going in for surgery the 25th and that just seems to be shadowing everything. I try to do things, but it doesn't help. Summit is 7 years old. He is a wonderful little guy, and he is scared. The surgery is to take a lump from his neck. They won't know what it is until they have it tested. The operation will take 3 hours with two doctors. The place where it is can be dangerous to his nerves, and things that I don't really know about. So if I don't add a lot to my blog for awhile, I just have other things on my mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Big Hugs, Mary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/R45C5iJvFAI/AAAAAAAAArI/MckpXIcHTl8/s1600-h/100_2099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156132179573412866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/R45C5iJvFAI/AAAAAAAAArI/MckpXIcHTl8/s400/100_2099.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6966029267969341214-8327519079658267676?l=wordsmorethoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsmorethoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/8327519079658267676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6966029267969341214&amp;postID=8327519079658267676' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6966029267969341214/posts/default/8327519079658267676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6966029267969341214/posts/default/8327519079658267676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsmorethoughts.blogspot.com/2008/01/today.html' title='Today'/><author><name>Shop girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13967035119260237110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/R45C5iJvFAI/AAAAAAAAArI/MckpXIcHTl8/s72-c/100_2099.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6966029267969341214.post-6116079300419131527</id><published>2008-01-11T08:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T08:17:09.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I need the Book!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I need a book for computer dummies....Thank you so much Gail...we did it!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;                      Have a great day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6966029267969341214-6116079300419131527?l=wordsmorethoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsmorethoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/6116079300419131527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6966029267969341214&amp;postID=6116079300419131527' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6966029267969341214/posts/default/6116079300419131527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6966029267969341214/posts/default/6116079300419131527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsmorethoughts.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-need-book.html' title='I need the Book!'/><author><name>Shop girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13967035119260237110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6966029267969341214.post-4519292055975069101</id><published>2008-01-11T00:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T04:22:43.049-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A new member of our pet family</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Mattie Anne is 7 years old....she is a lemon Beagle....LB is a Blue tick Beagle and he is 3 years old. They got this new bed for Christmas....they also have to share with our Baxter the cat.  Christmas eve Cory our son gave his family a puppy, they named him Oscar...we are all really excited about this little tiny Yorky baby Boy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/R4cVMSJvE8I/AAAAAAAAAqk/K2llfPoOzeE/s1600-h/100_2101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154111599324107714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/R4cVMSJvE8I/AAAAAAAAAqk/K2llfPoOzeE/s400/100_2101.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/R4cVMiJvE9I/AAAAAAAAAqs/DArUCj63btU/s1600-h/100_2109.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154111603619075026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/R4cVMiJvE9I/AAAAAAAAAqs/DArUCj63btU/s400/100_2109.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Alexis and Oscar....he has a bell so they can find him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/R4cVMyJvE-I/AAAAAAAAAq0/aYeBmSWygRs/s1600-h/100_2125.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154111607914042338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/R4cVMyJvE-I/AAAAAAAAAq0/aYeBmSWygRs/s400/100_2125.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Avery's Birthday evening with family....she decided to take off her pants. We don't know why? She walks around with her arms crossed waiting for someone to place Oscar in her arms...so sweet.&lt;br /&gt;       Trevor and family have Harley the dog, Coconut the cat, Bubbles the cat &amp;amp; George the cat that came one evening and stayed.&lt;br /&gt;       This little Oscar is Cory's families only pet...&lt;br /&gt;        Jenny and family have Mogul dog, Mama cat, Mister cat, Cloudy dog, Sunny dog.&lt;br /&gt;                               Not counting the ones we feed in Our barn!&lt;br /&gt;Our devoted little friends.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6966029267969341214-4519292055975069101?l=wordsmorethoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsmorethoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/4519292055975069101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6966029267969341214&amp;postID=4519292055975069101' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6966029267969341214/posts/default/4519292055975069101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6966029267969341214/posts/default/4519292055975069101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsmorethoughts.blogspot.com/2008/01/new-member-of-our-pet-family.html' title='A new member of our pet family'/><author><name>Shop girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13967035119260237110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/R4cVMSJvE8I/AAAAAAAAAqk/K2llfPoOzeE/s72-c/100_2101.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6966029267969341214.post-3869153020825848520</id><published>2008-01-10T23:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T04:22:43.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Change is a good thing ?????</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/R4cLBCJvE5I/AAAAAAAAAqA/hIi945C2B4Y/s1600-h/Scan10050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154100410934301586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/R4cLBCJvE5I/AAAAAAAAAqA/hIi945C2B4Y/s400/Scan10050.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Just a little change of view for the new year....I may change my header too...I am in one of those mooooooooooooods!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6966029267969341214-3869153020825848520?l=wordsmorethoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsmorethoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/3869153020825848520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6966029267969341214&amp;postID=3869153020825848520' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6966029267969341214/posts/default/3869153020825848520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6966029267969341214/posts/default/3869153020825848520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsmorethoughts.blogspot.com/2008/01/change-is-good-thing.html' title='Change is a good thing ?????'/><author><name>Shop girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13967035119260237110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/R4cLBCJvE5I/AAAAAAAAAqA/hIi945C2B4Y/s72-c/Scan10050.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6966029267969341214.post-775337159618133337</id><published>2008-01-09T11:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T04:22:43.919-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Blog Day to Me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;How I found you! I had signed up for Blogger to write little stories and more or less a journal....but didn't do anything with it. I really had no idea how to start? I have always been a crafter, and I am always looking for something new. I had gone to Boise for the day, shopping for a gift for my daughter Jenny. I love Barns and Noble Bookstore, so I had to stop in and take a peek at all the goodies and that La ti. I found myself looking at Magazines. Found this one with all kinds of paper art, stamping which I have done for years, and it just drew me in and I bought it. I loved the pictures of collages and layered graphic...it was really interesting. In the back of the book it shared that there were people blogging ATC's and I had seen a number of them in this Magazine...with that in mind I went back to the site I had made about 6 months before. I had tried making a ATC or two and thought I would put them on. They weren't very good, but it was all I really had to offer. My first visitor to leave a comment was Our Janet...It was very special for me. I was hooked!  Thank You Janet and all of you who have taken time to visit my site. It is a thrill every time I find that you have come to visit. It has been one year now and I continue to search for whatever talents I may have....not a lot of luck...but I keep trying. I love looking at all the special things that all of you do, it is the topping on my day.....My blog Birthday wish is...that we continue to find each other and share.  Big Hugs, Mary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/R4UOJCJvE3I/AAAAAAAAApo/blueieq0DNs/s1600-h/100_2219.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153540896954717042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/R4UOJCJvE3I/AAAAAAAAApo/blueieq0DNs/s400/100_2219.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;This was what we woke up to this morning...I took this from my front door.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;It is a snow day here in the Treasure Valley....the kids are happy. I can see them playing from my window. I am going shopping again for my daughters Birthday today, another year passed with love....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6966029267969341214-775337159618133337?l=wordsmorethoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsmorethoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/775337159618133337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6966029267969341214&amp;postID=775337159618133337' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6966029267969341214/posts/default/775337159618133337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6966029267969341214/posts/default/775337159618133337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsmorethoughts.blogspot.com/2008/01/happy-blog-day-to-me.html' title='Happy Blog Day to Me!'/><author><name>Shop girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13967035119260237110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/R4UOJCJvE3I/AAAAAAAAApo/blueieq0DNs/s72-c/100_2219.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6966029267969341214.post-5018308498446732143</id><published>2008-01-05T16:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T04:22:44.278-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Journaling &amp; short stories</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;I was writing in my Journal and thought it would be nice to share the pages that I have to kinda lead my thinking. It isn't always easy to write things down without a little help getting going. In order to see this clearly or even copy it you will need to click on the forms. Happy New Year! "Life is an Adventure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;It's not the destination we reach that's most rewarding. It's the Journey along the way. So write it down! &amp;amp; Treasure the momory forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/R4AV2CJvE1I/AAAAAAAAApY/d_9xLhjEoiQ/s1600-h/Scan10007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152141991746671442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/R4AV2CJvE1I/AAAAAAAAApY/d_9xLhjEoiQ/s400/Scan10007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Front Page&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/R4AV2iJvE2I/AAAAAAAAApg/LB0Uvj434z8/s1600-h/Scan10008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152142000336606050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/R4AV2iJvE2I/AAAAAAAAApg/LB0Uvj434z8/s400/Scan10008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Second Page&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6966029267969341214-5018308498446732143?l=wordsmorethoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsmorethoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/5018308498446732143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6966029267969341214&amp;postID=5018308498446732143' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6966029267969341214/posts/default/5018308498446732143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6966029267969341214/posts/default/5018308498446732143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsmorethoughts.blogspot.com/2008/01/journaling-short-stories.html' title='Journaling &amp; short stories'/><author><name>Shop girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13967035119260237110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/R4AV2CJvE1I/AAAAAAAAApY/d_9xLhjEoiQ/s72-c/Scan10007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6966029267969341214.post-4129428023137961504</id><published>2008-01-01T13:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T04:22:44.488-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;My evening was spent with a nice dinner at home...and falling asleep before the big ball fell. Although this picture looks like fun...it is a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;fantasy&lt;/span&gt;! We went to a Matinee and saw the new National Treasure movie...very good. Tonight we are going to my daughter Jenny's for dinner. Doug and Jenny have done a prime rib dinner for Doug's parents and us...we are looking forward to a nice evening.       Happy New Year to you and yours...make this the best year ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, Mary&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/R3qlzyJvE0I/AAAAAAAAApQ/eeksdE0qJSE/s1600-h/Happy+New+year+lady.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150611432906101570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/R3qlzyJvE0I/AAAAAAAAApQ/eeksdE0qJSE/s400/Happy+New+year+lady.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6966029267969341214-4129428023137961504?l=wordsmorethoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsmorethoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/4129428023137961504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6966029267969341214&amp;postID=4129428023137961504' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6966029267969341214/posts/default/4129428023137961504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6966029267969341214/posts/default/4129428023137961504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsmorethoughts.blogspot.com/2008/01/happy-new-year-2008.html' title='Happy New Year 2008'/><author><name>Shop girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13967035119260237110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/R3qlzyJvE0I/AAAAAAAAApQ/eeksdE0qJSE/s72-c/Happy+New+year+lady.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6966029267969341214.post-2832359172526100638</id><published>2007-12-25T17:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T04:22:45.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Silent night</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Our Christmas eve was filled with Joy, Love, good food, and Our family.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/R3Gk9iJvEuI/AAAAAAAAAog/LrXAWu7cwTM/s1600-h/100_2012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148077226107802338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/R3Gk9iJvEuI/AAAAAAAAAog/LrXAWu7cwTM/s400/100_2012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/R3Gk9yJvEvI/AAAAAAAAAoo/uZ5CA7xfesc/s1600-h/100_2019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148077230402769650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/R3Gk9yJvEvI/AAAAAAAAAoo/uZ5CA7xfesc/s400/100_2019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The tree filled with Candy and cookies...found my Grandchildren all around it taking little bags of goodies to put in there sack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/R3Gk-SJvEwI/AAAAAAAAAow/h61KYXl_61A/s1600-h/100_2016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148077238992704258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/R3Gk-SJvEwI/AAAAAAAAAow/h61KYXl_61A/s400/100_2016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cones filled with love for each each one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/R3Gk-yJvExI/AAAAAAAAAo4/60dUTR3IEzA/s1600-h/100_2072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148077247582638866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/R3Gk-yJvExI/AAAAAAAAAo4/60dUTR3IEzA/s400/100_2072.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And the gift of love for everyone. Arney and my oldest Granddaughter Kayla....she played Christmas eve Santa....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as Christmas day fades in the night sky becomes dark, all is bright in our hearts. Can't wait till next year!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6966029267969341214-2832359172526100638?l=wordsmorethoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsmorethoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/2832359172526100638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6966029267969341214&amp;postID=2832359172526100638' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6966029267969341214/posts/default/2832359172526100638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6966029267969341214/posts/default/2832359172526100638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsmorethoughts.blogspot.com/2007/12/silent-night.html' title='Silent night'/><author><name>Shop girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13967035119260237110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/R3Gk9iJvEuI/AAAAAAAAAog/LrXAWu7cwTM/s72-c/100_2012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6966029267969341214.post-3797414763554186717</id><published>2007-12-20T21:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T04:22:45.589-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let it snow!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;The tree is dressed in lights waiting to be filled with little bags of goodies for the Grandkids. Tomorrow is cookie baking day, and of course candy everywhere. I wish you a very Merry Christmas! From my house to yours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/R2tD6SJvEtI/AAAAAAAAAoY/a_w1cyAeL2o/s1600-h/Scan10006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146281667785069266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/R2tD6SJvEtI/AAAAAAAAAoY/a_w1cyAeL2o/s400/Scan10006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6966029267969341214-3797414763554186717?l=wordsmorethoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsmorethoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/3797414763554186717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6966029267969341214&amp;postID=3797414763554186717' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6966029267969341214/posts/default/3797414763554186717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6966029267969341214/posts/default/3797414763554186717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsmorethoughts.blogspot.com/2007/12/let-it-snow.html' title='Let it snow!'/><author><name>Shop girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13967035119260237110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/R2tD6SJvEtI/AAAAAAAAAoY/a_w1cyAeL2o/s72-c/Scan10006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6966029267969341214.post-1127489427074837540</id><published>2007-12-13T22:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T04:22:45.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tags</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;More tags drying on my tree.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/R2IbDiJvEpI/AAAAAAAAAnk/Xlr6v-l7RSc/s1600-h/100_2001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143703471931724434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/R2IbDiJvEpI/AAAAAAAAAnk/Xlr6v-l7RSc/s400/100_2001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6966029267969341214-1127489427074837540?l=wordsmorethoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsmorethoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/1127489427074837540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6966029267969341214&amp;postID=1127489427074837540' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6966029267969341214/posts/default/1127489427074837540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6966029267969341214/posts/default/1127489427074837540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsmorethoughts.blogspot.com/2007/12/tags.html' title='Tags'/><author><name>Shop girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13967035119260237110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/R2IbDiJvEpI/AAAAAAAAAnk/Xlr6v-l7RSc/s72-c/100_2001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6966029267969341214.post-5388596523103934284</id><published>2007-12-13T21:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T04:22:46.678-07:00</updated><title type='text'>making it merry and bright</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Arney getting ready for our winter chill.....or should I say it will be really cold. This is a good start.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/R2IHESJvEkI/AAAAAAAAAm8/osZgk3IkGf8/s1600-h/100_1970.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143681494584070722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/R2IHESJvEkI/AAAAAAAAAm8/osZgk3IkGf8/s400/100_1970.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/R2IHEyJvElI/AAAAAAAAAnE/vTendxBlllQ/s1600-h/100_1990.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143681503174005330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/R2IHEyJvElI/AAAAAAAAAnE/vTendxBlllQ/s400/100_1990.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Cory's gift to his children this Christmas...... It is a little baby Yorky. The girls Avery and Alexis have no idea. This is very small since these little guy will be only about 4 pounds full grown.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143681511763939954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 188px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 131px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="170" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/R2IHFSJvEnI/AAAAAAAAAnU/2rwajrjmhcA/s400/100_1997.JPG" width="225" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143681507468972642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 189px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 159px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="253" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/R2IHFCJvEmI/AAAAAAAAAnM/_uhD-yhvpP8/s400/100_1995.JPG" width="336" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143681516058907266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 187px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 138px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="201" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/R2IHFiJvEoI/AAAAAAAAAnc/YjRgbL29Up4/s400/100_1996.JPG" width="255" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I made 11 little tags for my lunch group...the picture didn't turn out very good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;We exchange pins...it's fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;It has been a very busy week....but fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6966029267969341214-5388596523103934284?l=wordsmorethoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsmorethoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/5388596523103934284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6966029267969341214&amp;postID=5388596523103934284' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6966029267969341214/posts/default/5388596523103934284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6966029267969341214/posts/default/5388596523103934284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsmorethoughts.blogspot.com/2007/12/making-it-merry-and-bright.html' title='making it merry and bright'/><author><name>Shop girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13967035119260237110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/R2IHESJvEkI/AAAAAAAAAm8/osZgk3IkGf8/s72-c/100_1970.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6966029267969341214.post-6800423918055825686</id><published>2007-12-09T23:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T04:22:46.935-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All My GrandChildren</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Hello to all that comes to see my little blog....these are my 6 Grandchildren. Today was make tags and wrap gifts for my family. I am so blessed to have all my children and GC here in Idaho. The clock is ticking in another Christmas and this is my first Christmas in Blogland. May your joys be many and your heart be light. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/R1zcFGZ9eqI/AAAAAAAAAm0/Uo0trOvB7o0/s1600-h/Kids.jpg"&gt;You may need to click on picture.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142226854727219874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/R1zcFGZ9eqI/AAAAAAAAAm0/Uo0trOvB7o0/s400/Kids.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6966029267969341214-6800423918055825686?l=wordsmorethoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsmorethoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/6800423918055825686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6966029267969341214&amp;postID=6800423918055825686' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6966029267969341214/posts/default/6800423918055825686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6966029267969341214/posts/default/6800423918055825686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsmorethoughts.blogspot.com/2007/12/all-my-grandchildren.html' title='All My GrandChildren'/><author><name>Shop girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13967035119260237110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/R1zcFGZ9eqI/AAAAAAAAAm0/Uo0trOvB7o0/s72-c/Kids.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6966029267969341214.post-1468456615722557121</id><published>2007-12-02T13:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T04:22:48.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I think I have the Christmas spirit.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I have been busy making things for Christmas. These are Christmas cards to my three children. I haven't done these before. We have been very sad, and this has helped me to think of other things. Arney's sister Mandy past away and we have been focusing on the family. As we say good-by to a very special lady...it is good to have Christmas to look forward to. Mandy loved Christmas, she would decorate with such love &amp;amp; Joy. We will miss her forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/R1Mb6mZ9elI/AAAAAAAAAmM/aU5LKxpKSK8/s1600-R/100_1958.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139482293315664466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/R1Mb6mZ9elI/AAAAAAAAAmM/ivfqzyrGAlU/s400/100_1958.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/R1Mb62Z9emI/AAAAAAAAAmU/AnasT1bzlDE/s1600-R/100_1960.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139482297610631778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/R1Mb62Z9emI/AAAAAAAAAmU/4zk2449GAd4/s400/100_1960.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/R1Mb7GZ9enI/AAAAAAAAAmc/FeqfFVimLU4/s1600-R/100_1962.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139482301905599090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/R1Mb7GZ9enI/AAAAAAAAAmc/74EgHsR7sCA/s400/100_1962.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/R1Mb7mZ9eoI/AAAAAAAAAmk/rPN_82HGrKY/s1600-R/100_1963.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139482310495533698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/R1Mb7mZ9eoI/AAAAAAAAAmk/qe0qnl4gugE/s400/100_1963.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/R1Mb72Z9epI/AAAAAAAAAms/3gQDwxKxtn4/s1600-R/100_1965.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139482314790501010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/R1Mb72Z9epI/AAAAAAAAAms/U9TGwLaeuCw/s400/100_1965.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6966029267969341214-1468456615722557121?l=wordsmorethoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsmorethoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/1468456615722557121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6966029267969341214&amp;postID=1468456615722557121' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6966029267969341214/posts/default/1468456615722557121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6966029267969341214/posts/default/1468456615722557121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsmorethoughts.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-think-i-have-christmas-spirit.html' title='I think I have the Christmas spirit.'/><author><name>Shop girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13967035119260237110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/R1Mb6mZ9elI/AAAAAAAAAmM/ivfqzyrGAlU/s72-c/100_1958.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6966029267969341214.post-416315079152711966</id><published>2007-11-20T19:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T19:37:16.358-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Last year at this time I hadn't let myself be known here in blog-land. Six months or longer went by before I really knew why I was here. It was a time when I thought it would be some of my writings, not thinking of any kind of real contact with anyone. If not for a article in a magazine, I probably would have never really looked into this wonderful place that I now so enjoy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;                   I wish you Love on this very special day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6966029267969341214-416315079152711966?l=wordsmorethoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsmorethoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/416315079152711966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6966029267969341214&amp;postID=416315079152711966' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6966029267969341214/posts/default/416315079152711966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6966029267969341214/posts/default/416315079152711966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsmorethoughts.blogspot.com/2007/11/thanksgiving.html' title='Thanksgiving'/><author><name>Shop girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13967035119260237110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6966029267969341214.post-1155667142768462975</id><published>2007-11-15T12:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T04:22:48.758-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is in my kitchen....I keep things that are needed daily....I have a large laundry room slash pantry. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/Rzygww93FYI/AAAAAAAAAlk/-wnR0UF4-nQ/s1600-h/100_1945.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133154434934052226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/Rzygww93FYI/AAAAAAAAAlk/-wnR0UF4-nQ/s400/100_1945.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/RzygxQ93FZI/AAAAAAAAAls/ENmtx5tAXLc/s1600-h/100_1949.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133154443523986834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/RzygxQ93FZI/AAAAAAAAAls/ENmtx5tAXLc/s400/100_1949.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/Rzygxg93FaI/AAAAAAAAAl0/xNEP6J7LOBQ/s1600-h/100_1950.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133154447818954146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/Rzygxg93FaI/AAAAAAAAAl0/xNEP6J7LOBQ/s400/100_1950.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I have always liked this room, and since it is off the kitchen it has been many things over the years. I found that I had supplies here and there and spent alot of time looking for things I needed. So this is the begaining of my craft room. The back door is to the right and this was ones a laundry room...there was a hole in the floor where that lady of the house drained her washer. When I moved in it was a mud room. I am going to paint it. The blue counter top to the left is waiting for a make over. I am still sarching for the right tile. Just a little view of my space. Hugs, Mary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6966029267969341214-1155667142768462975?l=wordsmorethoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsmorethoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/1155667142768462975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6966029267969341214&amp;postID=1155667142768462975' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6966029267969341214/posts/default/1155667142768462975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6966029267969341214/posts/default/1155667142768462975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsmorethoughts.blogspot.com/2007/11/this-is-in-my-kitchen.html' title=''/><author><name>Shop girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13967035119260237110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/Rzygww93FYI/AAAAAAAAAlk/-wnR0UF4-nQ/s72-c/100_1945.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6966029267969341214.post-1565584453481486143</id><published>2007-11-14T00:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T04:22:48.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Autumn</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I was going through some pictures and found this one. The color was turning some strange color so I made it into this. Note the clock in the background...it was very popular in the 60's early 70's. This is the fall of 1970. I had worked all day making this dress and finding all the stuff that was matchy-matchy for us all. We were all going to a Halloween Party at our friends house. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Autumn has always been good for me. I would lay-away Christmas just after Halloween...Arney never understood that I had to get ready, time would fly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I was a very busy Mom with my two little boys...little did I know when this picture was taken that Jenny our little girl would join this little family soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Happy fall, I have watched almost all the tree's let their golden leaves fall, soon they will all be bare. We have about 3 inches of leaves to rake. We are having a really pretty fall. The news shared that skiing will start on Thanksgiving day on some of our mountains. I can see snow on the mountains all around us. Soon I will be watching the snow fall. My boys are eight and a half months apart...that will make you think.                   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/Rzqf87fH4bI/AAAAAAAAAlc/_GSyKREHpLY/s1600-h/Arney+and+family.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132590594451300786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/Rzqf87fH4bI/AAAAAAAAAlc/_GSyKREHpLY/s400/Arney+and+family.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6966029267969341214-1565584453481486143?l=wordsmorethoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsmorethoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/1565584453481486143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6966029267969341214&amp;postID=1565584453481486143' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6966029267969341214/posts/default/1565584453481486143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6966029267969341214/posts/default/1565584453481486143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsmorethoughts.blogspot.com/2007/11/autumn_14.html' title='Autumn'/><author><name>Shop girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13967035119260237110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/Rzqf87fH4bI/AAAAAAAAAlc/_GSyKREHpLY/s72-c/Arney+and+family.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6966029267969341214.post-6892315288491407616</id><published>2007-11-07T13:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T04:22:49.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baxter</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Our little Baxter came to us after the untimely death of his Mother. My son Trevor has his sister Coconut. He was so little and ready to be loved. He loved to suck on his tale and that is still something he enjoys when feeling real cuddly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Baxter has our two Beagles, Matti Anne and LB to play with when in the mood. Mostly he just wants to do his own thing. He is a lap cat...nothing better than a warm lap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;His Mother passed when a hay stack fell on top of them in a barn. So he is a little Barn Baby, and we love him so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/RzIj2j_5rRI/AAAAAAAAAlA/twPwNufr78A/s1600-h/Mattie+Anne+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130202345811586322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/RzIj2j_5rRI/AAAAAAAAAlA/twPwNufr78A/s400/Mattie+Anne+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6966029267969341214-6892315288491407616?l=wordsmorethoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsmorethoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/6892315288491407616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6966029267969341214&amp;postID=6892315288491407616' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6966029267969341214/posts/default/6892315288491407616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6966029267969341214/posts/default/6892315288491407616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsmorethoughts.blogspot.com/2007/11/baxter.html' title='Baxter'/><author><name>Shop girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13967035119260237110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/RzIj2j_5rRI/AAAAAAAAAlA/twPwNufr78A/s72-c/Mattie+Anne+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6966029267969341214.post-6247832747794031879</id><published>2007-10-28T17:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T04:22:49.431-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On a Cold Autumn Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;I was born under the leaf's of my family vine. Sleeping by day and playing at night. As our family grew larger,we became to big to fit under the large leaves. The days were shorter, and the nights longer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;I woke one evening to find my family gone....where were they, why did they leave me here. I searched everywhere in the patch, they were no where to be found. I started looking down the streets of our town, where had they gone? When the morning sun began to rise, I hid under a pile of leaf's that had fallen from a big old tree. I tried to sleep but could not rest, where was the Pumpkin Patch family? Where had they gone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;So on a cold Autumn night you will see me going house to house searching for the Patch families. To my sad heart all I have found is cut up Pumpkins with fire in their bellies. If you see me, don't be afraid, I am just a lonely Pumpkin from the patch looking, searching for the ones I love.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;by: ME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/RyUshT_5rKI/AAAAAAAAAjw/JlYJJ0vQu9U/s1600-h/Scan10005.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/RyUshT_5rKI/AAAAAAAAAjw/JlYJJ0vQu9U/s1600-h/Scan10005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126552701646777506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/RyUshT_5rKI/AAAAAAAAAjw/JlYJJ0vQu9U/s400/Scan10005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6966029267969341214-6247832747794031879?l=wordsmorethoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsmorethoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/6247832747794031879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6966029267969341214&amp;postID=6247832747794031879' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6966029267969341214/posts/default/6247832747794031879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6966029267969341214/posts/default/6247832747794031879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsmorethoughts.blogspot.com/2007/10/on-cold-autumn-night.html' title='On a Cold Autumn Night'/><author><name>Shop girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13967035119260237110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/RyUshT_5rKI/AAAAAAAAAjw/JlYJJ0vQu9U/s72-c/Scan10005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6966029267969341214.post-9104230540763095298</id><published>2007-10-28T09:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T04:22:49.721-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sub contractor at home.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;This is taking most of my freedom right now. I like it but it doesn't leave me much time for other things. I started this with the company my son works for. I can do it at home and make good money. I don't know how long I will do this but for now it is good Christmas money.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/RyS2Nz_5rJI/AAAAAAAAAjo/wE5liP4tx-k/s1600-h/100_1941.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126422624267250834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/RyS2Nz_5rJI/AAAAAAAAAjo/wE5liP4tx-k/s400/100_1941.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6966029267969341214-9104230540763095298?l=wordsmorethoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsmorethoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/9104230540763095298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6966029267969341214&amp;postID=9104230540763095298' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6966029267969341214/posts/default/9104230540763095298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6966029267969341214/posts/default/9104230540763095298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsmorethoughts.blogspot.com/2007/10/sub-contractor-at-home.html' title='sub contractor at home.'/><author><name>Shop girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13967035119260237110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/RyS2Nz_5rJI/AAAAAAAAAjo/wE5liP4tx-k/s72-c/100_1941.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6966029267969341214.post-997868042297694608</id><published>2007-10-26T20:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T20:44:45.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On a sunny afternoon!</title><content type='html'>My family lived in Lakewood, California. My daughter Jenny had a room of her own that she couldn't sleep in, so Arney and I changed rooms with her. That was the coldest room I have ever known. No matter what time of year it was. Time went by and we moved back in our room and put Jenny on a cot in our room...so we could sleep. Arney was not going for the thought of something strange, it was just how the house was built. So we didn't talk about the room when he was around because he would tell us we were nuts.......It was a sunny afternoon in Southern California and we had just came home from a day at the beach. Arney decided he would take a shower to get the sand off. Then he stood in front of the sink combing his hair when all of a sudden he got a big slap on his necked butt. No one was in the house, we were all in the front yard sitting and talking to our friends from across the street. He looked everywhere in the house trying to figure out who hit him on his behind....no body was there. Besides the bathroom door was closed....HUMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!  He then believed that something was happening, maybe it had something to do with that cold bedroom after all......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6966029267969341214-997868042297694608?l=wordsmorethoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsmorethoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/997868042297694608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6966029267969341214&amp;postID=997868042297694608' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6966029267969341214/posts/default/997868042297694608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6966029267969341214/posts/default/997868042297694608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsmorethoughts.blogspot.com/2007/10/on-sunny-afternoon.html' title='On a sunny afternoon!'/><author><name>Shop girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13967035119260237110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6966029267969341214.post-3459090473046765152</id><published>2007-10-26T10:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T04:22:50.837-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Halloween</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;I have always enjoyed Halloween...I did all kinds of stuff when my kids were little to get the mood set. I made black punch, it was not great to go to school the next day with kinda gray teeth. Now I don't get into it as much, but still enjoy the kids that come to my door. We don't get many little tricker's as we used to...we live on a farm and we are a little spread out.  May your day be filled with candy...Hugs, Mary           Did you hear that???? It is getting closer!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/RyIg9D_5rII/AAAAAAAAAjg/IKzGrx2rTpc/s1600-h/100_1939.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125695559318482050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/RyIg9D_5rII/AAAAAAAAAjg/IKzGrx2rTpc/s400/100_1939.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6966029267969341214-3459090473046765152?l=wordsmorethoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsmorethoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/3459090473046765152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6966029267969341214&amp;postID=3459090473046765152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6966029267969341214/posts/default/3459090473046765152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6966029267969341214/posts/default/3459090473046765152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsmorethoughts.blogspot.com/2007/10/happy-halloween.html' title='Happy Halloween'/><author><name>Shop girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13967035119260237110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/RyIg9D_5rII/AAAAAAAAAjg/IKzGrx2rTpc/s72-c/100_1939.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6966029267969341214.post-2488531091786809686</id><published>2007-10-21T10:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T04:22:51.645-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Greetings</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Good-morning, I have missed you all. my computer has been acting up. I still will go visit you...it will take awhile. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;I have been busy....each year the ladies of our church have a Bazaar...this year I made Victorian Cones. These were made to be hung on doors with little gifts and notes. I made 20, but keep one for myself. I hadn't made these before and now plan to do some for Christmas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;I hope all of you have been well. I can't wait to see all that you have done while I was away.    Happy Fall...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/RxuOi1qlZvI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/_SoEqiSGySg/s1600-h/100_1929.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123845730236458738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/RxuOi1qlZvI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/_SoEqiSGySg/s400/100_1929.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/RxuOjVqlZwI/AAAAAAAAAjY/U_rkFVIaj08/s1600-h/100_1931.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123845738826393346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/RxuOjVqlZwI/AAAAAAAAAjY/U_rkFVIaj08/s400/100_1931.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6966029267969341214-2488531091786809686?l=wordsmorethoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsmorethoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/2488531091786809686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6966029267969341214&amp;postID=2488531091786809686' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6966029267969341214/posts/default/2488531091786809686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6966029267969341214/posts/default/2488531091786809686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsmorethoughts.blogspot.com/2007/10/greetings.html' title='Greetings'/><author><name>Shop girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13967035119260237110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/RxuOi1qlZvI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/_SoEqiSGySg/s72-c/100_1929.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6966029267969341214.post-372851236101050554</id><published>2007-10-01T16:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T04:22:52.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mama Kittie</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;We moved on the farm with our long time friends Garfield &amp;amp; second in command City Slicker. I am sure Garfield had put the word out that he was king of the farm. The days of summer were flying by, and fall was in the air when in the middle of our drive stood a gray cat that would soon be called Mama Kittie. She would come to the gate like she wanted to visit and then she would be gone. This went on for awhile. She seemed to be very self reliant, but her curiosity brought her to our gate. I spoke to her softly and she would listen, but would run if I came to near. We thought she probably lived somewhere in our barn, although we never saw her there. Soon we saw the reason she was coming so near, she had 4 little reasons for coming to us. As she sat at he gate, we saw the babies, they were waiting for orders from their Mother. She may have lived here for years. As the kittens one by one came to the back door we were already getting food for them. Mama had many little families, we called them barn kitty's. They all came to our back door. We couldn't make pets of them because they were wild, but they gave us much pleasure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;I know we have a lot of cat people in blog-land, just thought this was good to share. It's the little things in live that give us that smile within.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/RwGFBVqlZuI/AAAAAAAAAjI/umn1mhVl8GI/s1600-h/Mama+Kittie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116516909711714018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/RwGFBVqlZuI/AAAAAAAAAjI/umn1mhVl8GI/s400/Mama+Kittie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6966029267969341214-372851236101050554?l=wordsmorethoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsmorethoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/372851236101050554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6966029267969341214&amp;postID=372851236101050554' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6966029267969341214/posts/default/372851236101050554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6966029267969341214/posts/default/372851236101050554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsmorethoughts.blogspot.com/2007/10/mama-kittie.html' title='Mama Kittie'/><author><name>Shop girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13967035119260237110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/RwGFBVqlZuI/AAAAAAAAAjI/umn1mhVl8GI/s72-c/Mama+Kittie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6966029267969341214.post-6273566728757888084</id><published>2007-09-26T20:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T04:22:53.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dressmaker Form</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;Between the house cleaning...Soaps (All my Children, One Life To Live, General Hospital) my Mother got me hooked on these many years ago, and this little project, my day was really filled. This was a craft that was given to I think 7 of us gals from my craft group. We could do anything we wanted. They also will be sold at our bazaar...wish you could come. I had found this torn apron at a garage sale and paid 25 cents for it just because it was very old and I wanted to give it a home. I love the fabric and like most of us, I had a thought and off we went. I hated to cut it. I painted the wood a off white, waited for it to dry and off I went....thought you might enjoy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/RvsjZlqlZpI/AAAAAAAAAig/DCS3j98zWXU/s1600-h/100_1916.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114720724323755666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/RvsjZlqlZpI/AAAAAAAAAig/DCS3j98zWXU/s400/100_1916.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/RvsjZ1qlZqI/AAAAAAAAAio/EwS8FFz3Bxo/s1600-h/100_1919.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114720728618722978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/RvsjZ1qlZqI/AAAAAAAAAio/EwS8FFz3Bxo/s400/100_1919.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/RvsjaVqlZrI/AAAAAAAAAiw/Dp-T2lXWTTI/s1600-h/100_1920.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114720737208657586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/RvsjaVqlZrI/AAAAAAAAAiw/Dp-T2lXWTTI/s400/100_1920.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/RvsjalqlZsI/AAAAAAAAAi4/9T6rQSvwUQA/s1600-h/100_1923.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114720741503624898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/RvsjalqlZsI/AAAAAAAAAi4/9T6rQSvwUQA/s400/100_1923.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6966029267969341214-6273566728757888084?l=wordsmorethoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsmorethoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/6273566728757888084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6966029267969341214&amp;postID=6273566728757888084' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6966029267969341214/posts/default/6273566728757888084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6966029267969341214/posts/default/6273566728757888084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsmorethoughts.blogspot.com/2007/09/dressmaker-form.html' title='Dressmaker Form'/><author><name>Shop girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13967035119260237110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/RvsjZlqlZpI/AAAAAAAAAig/DCS3j98zWXU/s72-c/100_1916.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6966029267969341214.post-7044934855116626922</id><published>2007-09-25T09:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T04:22:53.988-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good-morning</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;For to many years to count I have made tags for our church bazaar. I was going through one of my craft books and found this picture, and thought it was really special. The fall colors and a peaceful way about it. So I copied it to my computer and added the words and cup. I can't take any credit for the picture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I will add a hole and ribbon to tie and off we go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;   I haven't looked in on anyone for a couple of days.....Arney's new job at Lowe's started yesterday. I think the people there are treating him really good. This is a new world for him. So we inter a new adventure in our life....change is good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;   Take care.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/Rvk_VVqlZoI/AAAAAAAAAiY/Qm-qoIJf2-E/s1600-h/Scan10165.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114188487681468034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/Rvk_VVqlZoI/AAAAAAAAAiY/Qm-qoIJf2-E/s400/Scan10165.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6966029267969341214-7044934855116626922?l=wordsmorethoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsmorethoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/7044934855116626922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6966029267969341214&amp;postID=7044934855116626922' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6966029267969341214/posts/default/7044934855116626922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6966029267969341214/posts/default/7044934855116626922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsmorethoughts.blogspot.com/2007/09/good-morning.html' title='Good-morning'/><author><name>Shop girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13967035119260237110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/Rvk_VVqlZoI/AAAAAAAAAiY/Qm-qoIJf2-E/s72-c/Scan10165.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6966029267969341214.post-2544383878916652318</id><published>2007-09-18T15:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T04:22:54.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;I will share some of our family news....first tomorrow I get my first SS check....with the good news comes the fact that I feel the pinch of getting older. It's strange how it just happens when you were not looking. You look in the mirror and wonder where you went because this lady isn't you on the inside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;But you then think of all that you have done and will do....so you keep on keeping on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Arney starts a new career Monday morning. It won't be a big paycheck, but it will be enough. It will give us some travel money when the time comes. He will be in Customer service tools which will be fun for him. You know how men are and their tools.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;I wanted to share that the little flat dolls were a hit...I thought the first graders were the best. They were not afraid to just have fun with them. One little girl wanted a pink doll and everything she put on it was pink. She carried it all over the fellowship hall in her little pocket. I am not sure what our next craft will be, but I am thinking Halloween. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;I have a sinus thing going...not sick, but not well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/RvBUN6hk-rI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/T_FHqyt6ps8/s1600-h/Scan10148.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111678175090637490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/RvBUN6hk-rI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/T_FHqyt6ps8/s400/Scan10148.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Fall is in the air and some leaves are turning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6966029267969341214-2544383878916652318?l=wordsmorethoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsmorethoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/2544383878916652318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6966029267969341214&amp;postID=2544383878916652318' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6966029267969341214/posts/default/2544383878916652318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6966029267969341214/posts/default/2544383878916652318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsmorethoughts.blogspot.com/2007/09/monday.html' title='Monday'/><author><name>Shop girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13967035119260237110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/RvBUN6hk-rI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/T_FHqyt6ps8/s72-c/Scan10148.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6966029267969341214.post-6282842566514189765</id><published>2007-09-09T16:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T04:22:55.325-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For Thursday night</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/RuSDMr6QtMI/AAAAAAAAAhw/ir8jiCSRYrY/s1600-h/100_1912.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108352131313743042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/RuSDMr6QtMI/AAAAAAAAAhw/ir8jiCSRYrY/s400/100_1912.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/RuSCtr6QtKI/AAAAAAAAAhg/ujSWzt8fAfo/s1600-h/100_1911.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108351598737798306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/RuSCtr6QtKI/AAAAAAAAAhg/ujSWzt8fAfo/s400/100_1911.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made these&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;little flat Dolls for the project at my church. The youth will put their own ideas and messages on the doll of their choice. I will have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt; of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;embellishments&lt;/span&gt; for them to chose from. It should be fun. There are 35 and I hope it will be enough?????? &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/RuSCuL6QtLI/AAAAAAAAAho/qarOIlbF59k/s1600-h/100_1913.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108351607327732914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/RuSCuL6QtLI/AAAAAAAAAho/qarOIlbF59k/s400/100_1913.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6966029267969341214-6282842566514189765?l=wordsmorethoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsmorethoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/6282842566514189765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6966029267969341214&amp;postID=6282842566514189765' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6966029267969341214/posts/default/6282842566514189765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6966029267969341214/posts/default/6282842566514189765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsmorethoughts.blogspot.com/2007/09/for-thursday-night.html' title='For Thursday night'/><author><name>Shop girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13967035119260237110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/RuSDMr6QtMI/AAAAAAAAAhw/ir8jiCSRYrY/s72-c/100_1912.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6966029267969341214.post-7500101065199387357</id><published>2007-08-29T22:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T04:22:55.684-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quilted by hand.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;This is a work in progress....it is for my sofa on those cold winter days. I am on the last row, and then the plan is to embroidery stuff in each square.  The stitching is done in a little over a inch square....I need to get with it, winter will be here soon. Today was filled with working in and on my crafting stuff...I just have to get organized. I start teaching a class in September for the youth in our church...it will be fun. Any idea's would be very welcome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/RtZRjb6QtII/AAAAAAAAAhQ/9B4iGr0VBMc/s1600-h/100_1841.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104356896900428930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/RtZRjb6QtII/AAAAAAAAAhQ/9B4iGr0VBMc/s400/100_1841.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;The colors in the quilt are coffee Bean, terracotta, shades of  even a Little rose...my sofa is coffee bean. It is a sectional with a chase.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;    Summer is still very warm here, but I see little signs of fall....maybe it is the cool nights.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/RtZRQb6QtHI/AAAAAAAAAhI/nEeo47JbGHw/s1600-h/100_1842.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104356570482914418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/RtZRQb6QtHI/AAAAAAAAAhI/nEeo47JbGHw/s400/100_1842.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6966029267969341214-7500101065199387357?l=wordsmorethoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsmorethoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/7500101065199387357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6966029267969341214&amp;postID=7500101065199387357' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6966029267969341214/posts/default/7500101065199387357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6966029267969341214/posts/default/7500101065199387357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsmorethoughts.blogspot.com/2007/08/quilted-by-hand.html' title='Quilted by hand.'/><author><name>Shop girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13967035119260237110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/RtZRjb6QtII/AAAAAAAAAhQ/9B4iGr0VBMc/s72-c/100_1841.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6966029267969341214.post-5998073423950075445</id><published>2007-08-25T20:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T04:22:56.091-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Farmers Market</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Saturday morning and off we went to the Farmers Market here in downtown Nampa. Here is Arney getting tomatos and chili peppers from one of our favorite growers. My friend Linda was doing some shopping too. It has been a really beautiful day. Also here are the tomatos and peppers we got to make, you guess it Salsa!!!! We had some with our dinner tonight, but tomorrow it will be really good. Hope your Saturday was filled with sunshine and good food......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/RtDxDr6QtGI/AAAAAAAAAhA/_7Weudvi8wE/s1600-h/.mix.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102843423439762530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/RtDxDr6QtGI/AAAAAAAAAhA/_7Weudvi8wE/s400/.mix.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/RtDwob6QtFI/AAAAAAAAAg4/akCCV3tA-Wk/s1600-h/100_1894.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102842955288327250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/RtDwob6QtFI/AAAAAAAAAg4/akCCV3tA-Wk/s400/100_1894.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6966029267969341214-5998073423950075445?l=wordsmorethoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsmorethoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/5998073423950075445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6966029267969341214&amp;postID=5998073423950075445' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6966029267969341214/posts/default/5998073423950075445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6966029267969341214/posts/default/5998073423950075445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsmorethoughts.blogspot.com/2007/08/farmers-market.html' title='Farmers Market'/><author><name>Shop girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13967035119260237110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/RtDxDr6QtGI/AAAAAAAAAhA/_7Weudvi8wE/s72-c/.mix.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6966029267969341214.post-8221427391967670495</id><published>2007-08-22T22:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T22:12:01.158-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Movie</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Miss Potter...it is about her art. A fun watch for those of us who dream!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6966029267969341214-8221427391967670495?l=wordsmorethoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsmorethoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/8221427391967670495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6966029267969341214&amp;postID=8221427391967670495' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6966029267969341214/posts/default/8221427391967670495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6966029267969341214/posts/default/8221427391967670495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsmorethoughts.blogspot.com/2007/08/movie.html' title='Movie'/><author><name>Shop girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13967035119260237110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6966029267969341214.post-4112927372306448748</id><published>2007-08-22T16:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T16:59:26.292-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Header</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;I thought it would be fun to change my header... I had been thinking about it for awhile. I kinda think of my place is just that...and hope you will enjoy a fresh look....and I had a hard time doing it...yikes!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6966029267969341214-4112927372306448748?l=wordsmorethoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsmorethoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/4112927372306448748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6966029267969341214&amp;postID=4112927372306448748' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6966029267969341214/posts/default/4112927372306448748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6966029267969341214/posts/default/4112927372306448748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsmorethoughts.blogspot.com/2007/08/new-header.html' title='New Header'/><author><name>Shop girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13967035119260237110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6966029267969341214.post-3795998123512741022</id><published>2007-08-19T22:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T04:22:56.382-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I picked a Pepper</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I picked this Pepper from my garden this morning....and was looking for a newspaper to put under it for a background. I did find a news paper and it had some history to share. This is the Trolley Car that went between Boise, Nampa &amp; Caldwell, Idaho. Some of the tracks can still be found. It cost a Dime to ride, we could sure use this kind of transportation today. I thought the Pepper was pretty...it will not have a long life....yummmmm!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/RskoZ76Qs-I/AAAAAAAAAgA/RTVZs0cuysg/s1600-h/100_1831.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100652479017694178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/RskoZ76Qs-I/AAAAAAAAAgA/RTVZs0cuysg/s400/100_1831.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6966029267969341214-3795998123512741022?l=wordsmorethoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsmorethoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/3795998123512741022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6966029267969341214&amp;postID=3795998123512741022' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6966029267969341214/posts/default/3795998123512741022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6966029267969341214/posts/default/3795998123512741022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsmorethoughts.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-picked-pepper.html' title='I picked a Pepper'/><author><name>Shop girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13967035119260237110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/RskoZ76Qs-I/AAAAAAAAAgA/RTVZs0cuysg/s72-c/100_1831.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6966029267969341214.post-246878595655879509</id><published>2007-08-13T16:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T04:22:56.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Done!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;My small bathroom is much larger now....it turned out really nice....a wonderful gift...I am not sure there is a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;porcelain&lt;/span&gt; year...but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; okay for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/RsDvbjFGQSI/AAAAAAAAAf4/7NRBjehKeEc/s1600-h/newsink.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098338034735530274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/RsDvbjFGQSI/AAAAAAAAAf4/7NRBjehKeEc/s400/newsink.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6966029267969341214-246878595655879509?l=wordsmorethoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsmorethoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/246878595655879509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6966029267969341214&amp;postID=246878595655879509' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6966029267969341214/posts/default/246878595655879509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6966029267969341214/posts/default/246878595655879509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsmorethoughts.blogspot.com/2007/08/its-done.html' title='It&apos;s Done!'/><author><name>Shop girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13967035119260237110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/RsDvbjFGQSI/AAAAAAAAAf4/7NRBjehKeEc/s72-c/newsink.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6966029267969341214.post-4650160004266976200</id><published>2007-08-10T22:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T04:22:56.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Read</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;I just bought this book and it is a great read...it is funny and you find yourself seeing the people in your minds eye....just had to share it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/Rr1JOTFGQRI/AAAAAAAAAfw/5B-8YDO8I2A/s1600-h/Scan10132.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097310863241920786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/Rr1JOTFGQRI/AAAAAAAAAfw/5B-8YDO8I2A/s400/Scan10132.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6966029267969341214-4650160004266976200?l=wordsmorethoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsmorethoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/4650160004266976200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6966029267969341214&amp;postID=4650160004266976200' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6966029267969341214/posts/default/4650160004266976200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6966029267969341214/posts/default/4650160004266976200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsmorethoughts.blogspot.com/2007/08/summer-read.html' title='Summer Read'/><author><name>Shop girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13967035119260237110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/Rr1JOTFGQRI/AAAAAAAAAfw/5B-8YDO8I2A/s72-c/Scan10132.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6966029267969341214.post-8970046961593020694</id><published>2007-08-10T22:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T04:22:57.111-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend project</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/Rr1EADFGQPI/AAAAAAAAAfg/gRiZ0YgaGvA/s1600-h/100_1813.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097305120870646002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/Rr1EADFGQPI/AAAAAAAAAfg/gRiZ0YgaGvA/s400/100_1813.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                   Before....this morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/Rr1EATFGQQI/AAAAAAAAAfo/kUHjyduaQpY/s1600-h/100_1816.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097305125165613314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/Rr1EATFGQQI/AAAAAAAAAfo/kUHjyduaQpY/s400/100_1816.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                         After..&lt;br /&gt;The next pictures will be it completed....this is a very old house, so everything we do is hard...nothing straight and alot broken. We do things as we can...next will be a new bathtub, I hope. We really know how to have fun!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6966029267969341214-8970046961593020694?l=wordsmorethoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsmorethoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/8970046961593020694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6966029267969341214&amp;postID=8970046961593020694' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6966029267969341214/posts/default/8970046961593020694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6966029267969341214/posts/default/8970046961593020694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsmorethoughts.blogspot.com/2007/08/weekend-project.html' title='Weekend project'/><author><name>Shop girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13967035119260237110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/Rr1EADFGQPI/AAAAAAAAAfg/gRiZ0YgaGvA/s72-c/100_1813.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6966029267969341214.post-1299682754162038421</id><published>2007-08-10T20:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T04:22:57.257-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A little Garden Friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;While enjoying a morning in our garden, Arney almost washed this little Praying Mantis away...it was neet to see him or her taking the water off its face...nature is wonderful. Since then our little friend has become really friendly and so I call it Homer..couldn't help myself. And our peppers are so good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/Rr0pcDFGQOI/AAAAAAAAAfY/STOOx-OSD8g/s1600-h/100_1809.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097275915093033186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/Rr0pcDFGQOI/AAAAAAAAAfY/STOOx-OSD8g/s400/100_1809.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6966029267969341214-1299682754162038421?l=wordsmorethoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsmorethoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/1299682754162038421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6966029267969341214&amp;postID=1299682754162038421' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6966029267969341214/posts/default/1299682754162038421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6966029267969341214/posts/default/1299682754162038421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsmorethoughts.blogspot.com/2007/08/little-garden-friend.html' title='A little Garden Friend'/><author><name>Shop girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13967035119260237110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/Rr0pcDFGQOI/AAAAAAAAAfY/STOOx-OSD8g/s72-c/100_1809.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6966029267969341214.post-1264920382232991773</id><published>2007-07-15T12:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T04:22:58.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday continued</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/RpsDbuOakfI/AAAAAAAAAfI/1327A79jj88/s1600-h/100_1778.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087663978844951026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/RpsDbuOakfI/AAAAAAAAAfI/1327A79jj88/s400/100_1778.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/RpsDcOOakgI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/qT-PpyUlYcI/s1600-h/100_1790.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087663987434885634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/RpsDcOOakgI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/qT-PpyUlYcI/s400/100_1790.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000099;"&gt;Over 30 friends and family celebrated my retirement Birthday....It was wonderful!!!!! I get my first Social Security check in September...hurry! You are seeing 4 of my 6 Grandchildren...Summit, Treyton, Avery and Alexis. They helped blow out the candles...and I let them take a taste of the sweet icing. Kayla also turned 17 this day so we shared the Birthday. It doesn't get much better than this...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/RppxdOOakeI/AAAAAAAAAfA/-oifVU96h48/s1600-h/100_1776.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087503475917099490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/RppxdOOakeI/AAAAAAAAAfA/-oifVU96h48/s400/100_1776.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6966029267969341214-1264920382232991773?l=wordsmorethoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsmorethoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/1264920382232991773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6966029267969341214&amp;postID=1264920382232991773' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6966029267969341214/posts/default/1264920382232991773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6966029267969341214/posts/default/1264920382232991773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsmorethoughts.blogspot.com/2007/07/birthday-continued.html' title='Birthday continued'/><author><name>Shop girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13967035119260237110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/RpsDbuOakfI/AAAAAAAAAfI/1327A79jj88/s72-c/100_1778.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6966029267969341214.post-3109739950427584073</id><published>2007-07-13T20:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T04:22:58.379-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friendship</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/RphHweOakdI/AAAAAAAAAe4/fgZy3u7-wrw/s1600-h/100_1771.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086894677187793362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/RphHweOakdI/AAAAAAAAAe4/fgZy3u7-wrw/s400/100_1771.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Today at lunch was so much fun. But I forgot to take pictures....there was 6 of my friends celebrating with me. We had lunch at the Robin's Nest...I had a turkey sandwich with black bread and cranberries ....so good. We were all glad to be in a cool restaurant...it was 104 today with smoke from the many fires.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Linda Wintrode, Clarion Fulton, Lois Roberts, Alice Hostetler, Lineal Chrin,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Leota Foy. I will see the other gals next week...it's vacation time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;We laugh, shared our week. It is the greatest gift.....friends. Counting my Blessings!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6966029267969341214-3109739950427584073?l=wordsmorethoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsmorethoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/3109739950427584073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6966029267969341214&amp;postID=3109739950427584073' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6966029267969341214/posts/default/3109739950427584073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6966029267969341214/posts/default/3109739950427584073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsmorethoughts.blogspot.com/2007/07/friendship.html' title='Friendship'/><author><name>Shop girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13967035119260237110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/RphHweOakdI/AAAAAAAAAe4/fgZy3u7-wrw/s72-c/100_1771.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6966029267969341214.post-5054994738697443616</id><published>2007-07-09T21:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T04:22:58.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is for Janet.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;This little Bee is just for you....on my Lavender. It is having such a good time along with it's many friends...just like you. Thank you for understanding and support...and while I am writing you are so talented Janet....it is very hard to settle on one thing sometimes. I call it art ADD, so many things I want to do and can't seem to settle on one. I haven't settled into a project yet, to scattered. But I will.       Bee Mine.....Hugs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/RpMFIv55xoI/AAAAAAAAAeo/szHexT3tI5c/s1600-h/100_1769.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085414052087842434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/RpMFIv55xoI/AAAAAAAAAeo/szHexT3tI5c/s400/100_1769.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6966029267969341214-5054994738697443616?l=wordsmorethoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsmorethoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/5054994738697443616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6966029267969341214&amp;postID=5054994738697443616' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6966029267969341214/posts/default/5054994738697443616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6966029267969341214/posts/default/5054994738697443616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsmorethoughts.blogspot.com/2007/07/this-is-for-janet.html' title='This is for Janet.....'/><author><name>Shop girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13967035119260237110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/RpMFIv55xoI/AAAAAAAAAeo/szHexT3tI5c/s72-c/100_1769.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6966029267969341214.post-1121406986265825158</id><published>2007-06-28T22:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T04:22:59.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things that make me smile...and my heart sing!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;This is my three children on a very special day. Trevor is in the middle...he Graduated with honors...4.0 Summa cum Laude...and the honor Society honored him with a dinner. Jenny on his left and Cory on his right. Trevor went back to school after a company he worked for closed and went overseas.  I missed this wonderful day due to my illness. And the party that followed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/RoSULP55xmI/AAAAAAAAAeU/y---NHWVeKE/s1600-h/SB_488618157.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081349200549627490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/RoSULP55xmI/AAAAAAAAAeU/y---NHWVeKE/s320/SB_488618157.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/RoST-_55xlI/AAAAAAAAAeM/mlu4I-G8WuY/s1600-h/SB_488618159.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/RoSTRv55xkI/AAAAAAAAAeE/2LLq27N06FE/s1600-h/templateIcon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081348212707149378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/RoSTRv55xkI/AAAAAAAAAeE/2LLq27N06FE/s320/templateIcon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6966029267969341214-1121406986265825158?l=wordsmorethoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsmorethoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/1121406986265825158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6966029267969341214&amp;postID=1121406986265825158' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6966029267969341214/posts/default/1121406986265825158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6966029267969341214/posts/default/1121406986265825158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsmorethoughts.blogspot.com/2007/06/blog-post_28.html' title='Things that make me smile...and my heart sing!'/><author><name>Shop girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13967035119260237110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__IeBdmnc5j8/RoSULP55xmI/AAAAAAAAAeU/y---NHWVeKE/s72-c/SB_488618157.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
