<?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-7976452564684461393</id><updated>2011-07-29T03:52:54.909-05:00</updated><category term='tile'/><category term='sky'/><category term='The Duke'/><category term='mammogram'/><category term='small towns'/><category term='New Year'/><category term='Big City'/><category term='funny'/><category term='graduation'/><category term='Family'/><category term='retirement'/><category term='grandkids'/><category term='shopping'/><category term='watching'/><category term='birds'/><category term='photos'/><category term='sparrows'/><category term='war'/><category term='parks'/><category term='decorating'/><category term='corian'/><category term='Squirrel'/><category term='prints'/><category term='migraines'/><category term='mess'/><category term='trees'/><category term='court'/><category term='baking'/><category term='Food'/><category term='brother and sisters'/><category term='pets'/><category term='art work'/><category term='daughter'/><category term='wind'/><category term='work'/><category term='freeze'/><category term='kids'/><category term='Cowboy Hall of Fame'/><category term='weather'/><category term='meme'/><category term='kids grandkids'/><category term='Oklahoma'/><category term='Joke'/><category term='parties'/><category term='cookies'/><category term='apricots'/><category term='Christmas'/><category term='poop'/><category term='Girls'/><category term='gratitude'/><category term='dog'/><category term='blizzard'/><category term='award'/><category term='blog'/><category term='kitchen'/><category term='blooms'/><category term='john grisham'/><category term='crafts'/><category term='life'/><category term='milk'/><category term='Flowers'/><category term='teenagers'/><category term='german short hair'/><category term='finished project'/><category term='interview'/><category term='smiles'/><category term='cold'/><category term='undecorate'/><category term='kitchen. tile work'/><category term='remodeling'/><category term='concerts'/><category term='ricotta cheese'/><category term='chew bones'/><category term='colors'/><category term='fun'/><category term='teens'/><category term='bathroom'/><category term='water towers'/><category term='deep snow'/><category term='tree'/><category term='snow'/><category term='questions'/><category term='candy'/><category term='The Innocent Man'/><category term='Mothers Day'/><title type='text'>Edge of No Where</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hermomsometimes.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7976452564684461393/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hermomsometimes.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>hermomsometimes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09813650250966077075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V6ZmhGVcFyI/SYO5vqr-M-I/AAAAAAAAANo/veJmetzS9hc/S220/Derrick+%26+Granny.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>35</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7976452564684461393.post-478262547174846756</id><published>2009-05-08T18:22:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T07:53:22.664-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brother and sisters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Flowers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mothers Day'/><title type='text'>I Got Flowers</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;**********HAPPY MOTHERS DAY&lt;/strong&gt; **********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V6ZmhGVcFyI/SgS_R49RLbI/AAAAAAAAAVU/hA4tZNjXcKI/s1600-h/Mothers+Day+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333598172781555122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V6ZmhGVcFyI/SgS_R49RLbI/AAAAAAAAAVU/hA4tZNjXcKI/s320/Mothers+Day+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; When I came home from work today. There was a box on the front porch from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ProFlowers&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;The flowers were very well packed and it came with a glass vase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The roses are beautiful. There are eight hot pink roses with a wine or maroon colored &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;daises&lt;/span&gt;. Then there are those light lilac colored flowers. Not for sure what they are called but they look like a miniature daisy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;These beautiful flowers were sent to me by my son and his thoughtful wife. Thank you very much.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okay girls, you brother has sent flowers so what are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ya'll&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;goin&lt;/span&gt;' do? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7976452564684461393-478262547174846756?l=hermomsometimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hermomsometimes.blogspot.com/feeds/478262547174846756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7976452564684461393&amp;postID=478262547174846756&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V6ZmhGVcFyI/SYO5vqr-M-I/AAAAAAAAANo/veJmetzS9hc/S220/Derrick+%26+Granny.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7976452564684461393.post-4853286227953215908</id><published>2009-03-28T09:34:00.013-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T11:48:50.657-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deep snow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cold'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blizzard'/><title type='text'>Wow We have never had so much SNOW! New Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V6ZmhGVcFyI/Sc5II4t0lyI/AAAAAAAAAUM/DqXoo8AB_RY/s1600-h/blizzard+bathroom+window+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318267527471863586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V6ZmhGVcFyI/Sc5II4t0lyI/AAAAAAAAAUM/DqXoo8AB_RY/s320/blizzard+bathroom+window+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Snow on the roof of the garage of another neighbor, Wow impressive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V6ZmhGVcFyI/Sc5H2S8jPUI/AAAAAAAAAUE/b9n-9v-b3Q4/s1600-h/blizzard+bathroom+window+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318267208095448386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V6ZmhGVcFyI/Sc5H2S8jPUI/AAAAAAAAAUE/b9n-9v-b3Q4/s320/blizzard+bathroom+window+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The neighbors deck that live on the block behind us. This crap is Deep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V6ZmhGVcFyI/Sc5HdCKA3BI/AAAAAAAAAT8/9HM_F4mPjJw/s1600-h/blizzard+bathroom+window+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318266774091783186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V6ZmhGVcFyI/Sc5HdCKA3BI/AAAAAAAAAT8/9HM_F4mPjJw/s320/blizzard+bathroom+window+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is the window in the bathroom upstairs. No the snow isn't THAT deep but it looks pretty neat. Makes me wonder what the roof looks like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V6ZmhGVcFyI/Sc47etnBbQI/AAAAAAAAAT0/p_hYqtrDJZY/s1600-h/blizzard+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318253608796515586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V6ZmhGVcFyI/Sc47etnBbQI/AAAAAAAAAT0/p_hYqtrDJZY/s320/blizzard+029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Can you guess what this is a picture of . It is snow stuck to the basement door. I have a yard stick that I was going to measure the depth of the snow but I need something longer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V6ZmhGVcFyI/Sc46gcHMeJI/AAAAAAAAATs/ZOF02kMOFnE/s1600-h/blizzard+040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318252538947729554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V6ZmhGVcFyI/Sc46gcHMeJI/AAAAAAAAATs/ZOF02kMOFnE/s320/blizzard+040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My husband had moved his VW out of the way so he would be able to get his 4 WD truck out, ha! It is covered too. There is no going anywhere. I'm so glad I bought a large amount of food last weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V6ZmhGVcFyI/Sc46GqLtBHI/AAAAAAAAATk/kle8KG1cgCk/s1600-h/blizzard+039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318252096048137330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V6ZmhGVcFyI/Sc46GqLtBHI/AAAAAAAAATk/kle8KG1cgCk/s320/blizzard+039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My front porch. I can't get the front door open. I really don't want to either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V6ZmhGVcFyI/Sc45qZIpJ8I/AAAAAAAAATc/2GLAcEOohaU/s1600-h/blizzard+036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318251610435561410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V6ZmhGVcFyI/Sc45qZIpJ8I/AAAAAAAAATc/2GLAcEOohaU/s320/blizzard+036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Neighbors driveway across the street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V6ZmhGVcFyI/Sc45JomYV0I/AAAAAAAAATU/LumSssTcBXQ/s1600-h/blizzard+035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318251047651137346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V6ZmhGVcFyI/Sc45JomYV0I/AAAAAAAAATU/LumSssTcBXQ/s320/blizzard+035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Looking across the street at Albert's driveway and garage. That is a pickup parked there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V6ZmhGVcFyI/Sc44fKOfM6I/AAAAAAAAATM/OzGnCvZbClM/s1600-h/blizzard+032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318250317943354274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V6ZmhGVcFyI/Sc44fKOfM6I/AAAAAAAAATM/OzGnCvZbClM/s320/blizzard+032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; View from the basement door looking under the deck. You can kind of see a little of the six foot cement wall. You can't see the steps leading down at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V6ZmhGVcFyI/Sc44HXsNSrI/AAAAAAAAATE/xM8npK1kfg8/s1600-h/blizzard+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318249909240810162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V6ZmhGVcFyI/Sc44HXsNSrI/AAAAAAAAATE/xM8npK1kfg8/s320/blizzard+023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This really shows the snow depth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V6ZmhGVcFyI/Sc43yZTIDyI/AAAAAAAAAS8/y0JlGXTVcDQ/s1600-h/blizzard+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318249548895227682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V6ZmhGVcFyI/Sc43yZTIDyI/AAAAAAAAAS8/y0JlGXTVcDQ/s320/blizzard+026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; North side of the back yard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V6ZmhGVcFyI/Sc425bupKGI/AAAAAAAAAS0/_oJyi-kXlK4/s1600-h/blizzard+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318248570294970466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V6ZmhGVcFyI/Sc425bupKGI/AAAAAAAAAS0/_oJyi-kXlK4/s320/blizzard+025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I know it's hard to see but the chains holding the swing go into the snow. It just keeps getting deeper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/7976452564684461393-4853286227953215908?l=hermomsometimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hermomsometimes.blogspot.com/feeds/4853286227953215908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7976452564684461393&amp;postID=4853286227953215908&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7976452564684461393/posts/default/4853286227953215908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7976452564684461393/posts/default/4853286227953215908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hermomsometimes.blogspot.com/2009/03/wow-we-have-never-had-so-much-snow.html' title='Wow We have never had so much SNOW! New Update'/><author><name>hermomsometimes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09813650250966077075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V6ZmhGVcFyI/SYO5vqr-M-I/AAAAAAAAANo/veJmetzS9hc/S220/Derrick+%26+Granny.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V6ZmhGVcFyI/Sc5II4t0lyI/AAAAAAAAAUM/DqXoo8AB_RY/s72-c/blizzard+bathroom+window+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7976452564684461393.post-2662660861778026496</id><published>2009-03-27T17:11:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T17:34:34.226-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birds'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blizzard'/><title type='text'>March Blizzard!</title><content type='html'>It has been snowing since about 9 am. When I left work at noon you could only see about a block. The snow is coming down sideways. The wind is terrible. The courthouse was closed at noon today because of the weather. The Courthouse NEVER closes on a regular work day. I'm sure glad it did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few pictures I have taken of the mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of these are looking out my back door and some out of my front windows. Unlike my daughter I did not go out side to take pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V6ZmhGVcFyI/Sc1RzPS5HuI/AAAAAAAAASs/5XleNfnqRn4/s1600-h/blizzard+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317996675715374818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V6ZmhGVcFyI/Sc1RzPS5HuI/AAAAAAAAASs/5XleNfnqRn4/s320/blizzard+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The was snow plastered against my patio door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V6ZmhGVcFyI/Sc1Rp5YymaI/AAAAAAAAASk/VRJVxu4PMHY/s1600-h/blizzard+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317996515215710626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V6ZmhGVcFyI/Sc1Rp5YymaI/AAAAAAAAASk/VRJVxu4PMHY/s320/blizzard+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The photo shows the snow better. The black wrapped thing is the grill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V6ZmhGVcFyI/Sc1RdQV_HrI/AAAAAAAAASc/4rcNIOp6WRI/s1600-h/blizzard+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317996298039664306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V6ZmhGVcFyI/Sc1RdQV_HrI/AAAAAAAAASc/4rcNIOp6WRI/s320/blizzard+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Through the front windows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V6ZmhGVcFyI/Sc1RSgjGg6I/AAAAAAAAASU/kk-Mr1YzU1w/s1600-h/blizzard+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317996113411081122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V6ZmhGVcFyI/Sc1RSgjGg6I/AAAAAAAAASU/kk-Mr1YzU1w/s320/blizzard+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor little birds are cold!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V6ZmhGVcFyI/Sc1RG2DJbqI/AAAAAAAAASM/b0JALEdzDM0/s1600-h/blizzard+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317995913024204450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V6ZmhGVcFyI/Sc1RG2DJbqI/AAAAAAAAASM/b0JALEdzDM0/s320/blizzard+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woodpecker is waiting for the ugly black colored bird to get off of his suet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V6ZmhGVcFyI/Sc1Q7V8VccI/AAAAAAAAASE/7hT6FvMY14o/s1600-h/blizzard+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317995715427135938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V6ZmhGVcFyI/Sc1Q7V8VccI/AAAAAAAAASE/7hT6FvMY14o/s320/blizzard+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Finally he can get a little food before the bully birds show up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V6ZmhGVcFyI/Sc1QyEwQTpI/AAAAAAAAAR8/RAFWUInJnYQ/s1600-h/blizzard+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317995556194242194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V6ZmhGVcFyI/Sc1QyEwQTpI/AAAAAAAAAR8/RAFWUInJnYQ/s320/blizzard+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the squirrel is going to get in on the act.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V6ZmhGVcFyI/Sc1QclEOO7I/AAAAAAAAAR0/JhpcuNP8PxU/s1600-h/blizzard+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317995186910804914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V6ZmhGVcFyI/Sc1QclEOO7I/AAAAAAAAAR0/JhpcuNP8PxU/s320/blizzard+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;View through the patio door. And the storm still rages.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7976452564684461393-2662660861778026496?l=hermomsometimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hermomsometimes.blogspot.com/feeds/2662660861778026496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7976452564684461393&amp;postID=2662660861778026496&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7976452564684461393/posts/default/2662660861778026496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7976452564684461393/posts/default/2662660861778026496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hermomsometimes.blogspot.com/2009/03/march-blizzard.html' title='March Blizzard!'/><author><name>hermomsometimes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09813650250966077075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V6ZmhGVcFyI/SYO5vqr-M-I/AAAAAAAAANo/veJmetzS9hc/S220/Derrick+%26+Granny.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V6ZmhGVcFyI/Sc1RzPS5HuI/AAAAAAAAASs/5XleNfnqRn4/s72-c/blizzard+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7976452564684461393.post-4945005012575002750</id><published>2009-03-10T18:39:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T22:40:14.729-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blooms'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trees'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='freeze'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='apricots'/><title type='text'>Mother Nature Did It Again!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V6ZmhGVcFyI/Sbb654bkIrI/AAAAAAAAARM/-fTqRRdq_NA/s1600-h/apricot+tree+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311708682837566130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V6ZmhGVcFyI/Sbb654bkIrI/AAAAAAAAARM/-fTqRRdq_NA/s320/apricot+tree+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My Apricot tree has been in full bloom for several days. I was really hoping this would be the year I would finally get apricots from this tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V6ZmhGVcFyI/Sbb6vfto-XI/AAAAAAAAARE/91V9loUEWSo/s1600-h/apricot+tree+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311708504403802482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V6ZmhGVcFyI/Sbb6vfto-XI/AAAAAAAAARE/91V9loUEWSo/s320/apricot+tree+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; As you can see the sky is kind of dark. The sun comes through every once in a while but it has been cold all day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V6ZmhGVcFyI/Sbb6d2PEB0I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/caWSxTD4kDc/s1600-h/apricot+tree+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311708201211922242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V6ZmhGVcFyI/Sbb6d2PEB0I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/caWSxTD4kDc/s320/apricot+tree+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; These pretty little blooms are not long for this world. The temperature last night and tonight will be in the low 20's. I don't think I will be getting any apricots this year, again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V6ZmhGVcFyI/SbcyH7qzljI/AAAAAAAAARU/dVIQiTv2AUs/s1600-h/apricot+tree+005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311769397364495922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 271px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V6ZmhGVcFyI/SbcyH7qzljI/AAAAAAAAARU/dVIQiTv2AUs/s320/apricot+tree+005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I guess I should enjoy them while I can. They are such pretty little blooms.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7976452564684461393-4945005012575002750?l=hermomsometimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hermomsometimes.blogspot.com/feeds/4945005012575002750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7976452564684461393&amp;postID=4945005012575002750&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7976452564684461393/posts/default/4945005012575002750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7976452564684461393/posts/default/4945005012575002750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hermomsometimes.blogspot.com/2009/03/mother-nature-did-it-again.html' title='Mother Nature Did It Again!'/><author><name>hermomsometimes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09813650250966077075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V6ZmhGVcFyI/SYO5vqr-M-I/AAAAAAAAANo/veJmetzS9hc/S220/Derrick+%26+Granny.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V6ZmhGVcFyI/Sbb654bkIrI/AAAAAAAAARM/-fTqRRdq_NA/s72-c/apricot+tree+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7976452564684461393.post-7648449131852349548</id><published>2009-03-08T18:34:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T18:39:09.328-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='water towers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='small towns'/><title type='text'>Small Town Life</title><content type='html'>Small towns are a great place to raise kids. There isn't a bunch of things for them to do but they make their own fun. Don't think that small towns are drug and crime free, far from it. I had aways thought this was such a nice little town until I went to work for the District Court. Now I know different, on the surface it is an innocent appearing town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V6ZmhGVcFyI/SbP96QNZKII/AAAAAAAAAQs/r3_M0TnU8ZA/s1600-h/mainphoto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310867562825328770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 154px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V6ZmhGVcFyI/SbP96QNZKII/AAAAAAAAAQs/r3_M0TnU8ZA/s320/mainphoto.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V6ZmhGVcFyI/SbP9l8_ZFJI/AAAAAAAAAQk/BgYA_skechA/s1600-h/parkkids2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310867214068946066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 137px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V6ZmhGVcFyI/SbP9l8_ZFJI/AAAAAAAAAQk/BgYA_skechA/s320/parkkids2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V6ZmhGVcFyI/SbP9ZEapqLI/AAAAAAAAAQc/DlmrEhwUwic/s1600-h/lemonparklake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310866992724027570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 181px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V6ZmhGVcFyI/SbP9ZEapqLI/AAAAAAAAAQc/DlmrEhwUwic/s320/lemonparklake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; For such a small town, we have several parks. Lemons park is by far the most beautiful. It doesn't matter what time of year. There are sidewalks the wind through the park, play areas for the kids and separate area for playing baseball and T-ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V6ZmhGVcFyI/SaCxeNfwtWI/AAAAAAAAAQI/jnWBbd7M8uU/s1600-h/barron.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305435493619512674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 148px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 132px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V6ZmhGVcFyI/SaCxeNfwtWI/AAAAAAAAAQI/jnWBbd7M8uU/s320/barron.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the local one and only theater in our town. I does show first run movies. It also has two screens. So no matter where you sit you don't have anything blocking your view. And you are close to the screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V6ZmhGVcFyI/SaCygOrYnRI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/xlb9bMlx9hI/s1600-h/hotcold2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305436627808066834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V6ZmhGVcFyI/SaCygOrYnRI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/xlb9bMlx9hI/s320/hotcold2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our water towers, well maybe at one time but now they are just for show. Pratt's brush with fame came when a writer from the New Yorker magazine drove through town. He say the water towers, had to take a picture and wrote a story that was published in the magazine. Now that was the talk of the town for several weeks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took me 15 years to get use to this town. I grew up and always lived in a big city. It was a total shock moving to this small of a town. Now my husband was just the opposite. This is the largest town he has ever lived in. We both adjusted because we are still here some 30 years later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7976452564684461393-7648449131852349548?l=hermomsometimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hermomsometimes.blogspot.com/feeds/7648449131852349548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7976452564684461393&amp;postID=7648449131852349548&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7976452564684461393/posts/default/7648449131852349548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7976452564684461393/posts/default/7648449131852349548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hermomsometimes.blogspot.com/2009/03/small-town-life.html' title='Small Town Life'/><author><name>hermomsometimes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09813650250966077075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V6ZmhGVcFyI/SYO5vqr-M-I/AAAAAAAAANo/veJmetzS9hc/S220/Derrick+%26+Granny.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V6ZmhGVcFyI/SbP96QNZKII/AAAAAAAAAQs/r3_M0TnU8ZA/s72-c/mainphoto.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7976452564684461393.post-3058552405061634843</id><published>2009-02-18T20:37:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T22:59:16.873-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birds'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Duke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cowboy Hall of Fame'/><title type='text'>We are back home.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Don't&lt;/span&gt; look at the dates on the photos, they are all messed up. These were all taken on the 14&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;, 15&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; and 16&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; of February.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V6ZmhGVcFyI/SZojj3K-U7I/AAAAAAAAAO4/qB6t1qDK2ZM/s1600-h/oklahoma+trip+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303590610194551730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V6ZmhGVcFyI/SZojj3K-U7I/AAAAAAAAAO4/qB6t1qDK2ZM/s320/oklahoma+trip+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look what I found in my daughters yard. This was the only one in bloom but there were lots of plants with buds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We watched the birds and squirrels at the feeders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V6ZmhGVcFyI/SZy97WdOZwI/AAAAAAAAAPI/zi8OEsGsf7s/s1600-h/oklahoma+trip+042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304323288473691906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V6ZmhGVcFyI/SZy97WdOZwI/AAAAAAAAAPI/zi8OEsGsf7s/s320/oklahoma+trip+042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; That is a squirrel in the wood feeder and a bird of some type on the red feeder. They have tons of birds and squirrels at their house. I told Harley Guy he needed a bird book and binoculars. It would be nice to have a camera with a great zoom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the Cowboy Hall of Fame. Loved every minute of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V6ZmhGVcFyI/SZzBVHrqhCI/AAAAAAAAAPg/S_mH-CfcGTg/s1600-h/oklahoma+trip+038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304327029719204898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V6ZmhGVcFyI/SZzBVHrqhCI/AAAAAAAAAPg/S_mH-CfcGTg/s320/oklahoma+trip+038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a great time there. We spent all afternoon looking at painting, sculptures, guns, saddles, native American artifacts. They have tons of things, most are priceless. We didn't get to see the whole museum because they announced closing time, darn it. We did get our exercise that afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V6ZmhGVcFyI/SZzCxpvVT-I/AAAAAAAAAPo/BnYfYdRb1FI/s1600-h/oklahoma+trip+036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304328619409362914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V6ZmhGVcFyI/SZzCxpvVT-I/AAAAAAAAAPo/BnYfYdRb1FI/s320/oklahoma+trip+036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Doesn't that look just like a real cowboy leaning against the doorway with his dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V6ZmhGVcFyI/SZzDlh_YxSI/AAAAAAAAAPw/qsnr1EjkHtY/s1600-h/oklahoma+trip+037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304329510682412322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V6ZmhGVcFyI/SZzDlh_YxSI/AAAAAAAAAPw/qsnr1EjkHtY/s320/oklahoma+trip+037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Beautiful paintings, this was one of my favorites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course &lt;strong&gt;The Duke was there.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V6ZmhGVcFyI/SZzEmjce2ZI/AAAAAAAAAP4/svaRsWXvFl0/s1600-h/oklahoma+trip+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304330627764378002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V6ZmhGVcFyI/SZzEmjce2ZI/AAAAAAAAAP4/svaRsWXvFl0/s320/oklahoma+trip+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can you have a cowboy hall of fame without the Duke! Not a good picture but you can tell it is him. I always loved his movies. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;As I said a good time was had by all. I thank my daughter and son in law for keeping us busy and helping my husband to relax. He really need that great weekend. We ate very well. My daughter is a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;fantastic&lt;/span&gt; cook and she kept us well fed. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Until next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7976452564684461393-3058552405061634843?l=hermomsometimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hermomsometimes.blogspot.com/feeds/3058552405061634843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7976452564684461393&amp;postID=3058552405061634843&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7976452564684461393/posts/default/3058552405061634843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7976452564684461393/posts/default/3058552405061634843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hermomsometimes.blogspot.com/2009/02/we-are-back-home.html' title='We are back home.'/><author><name>hermomsometimes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09813650250966077075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V6ZmhGVcFyI/SYO5vqr-M-I/AAAAAAAAANo/veJmetzS9hc/S220/Derrick+%26+Granny.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V6ZmhGVcFyI/SZojj3K-U7I/AAAAAAAAAO4/qB6t1qDK2ZM/s72-c/oklahoma+trip+013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7976452564684461393.post-3809008050287336336</id><published>2009-02-18T19:38:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T20:00:51.573-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='award'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oklahoma'/><title type='text'>OMG, I was give an Award!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V6ZmhGVcFyI/SZy4w1_18NI/AAAAAAAAAPA/ef-sOKEOCQY/s1600-h/award4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304317610403688658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 249px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V6ZmhGVcFyI/SZy4w1_18NI/AAAAAAAAAPA/ef-sOKEOCQY/s320/award4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This award acknowledges the values that every Blogger displays in their effort to transmit cultural, ethical, literary, and personal values with each message they write. Awards like this have been created with the intention of promoting community among Bloggers. It’s a great way to show appreciation and gratitude for work that adds value to the Web.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Staci from &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The Bliss of it All&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://junebugszoom.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://junebugszoom.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gave me this award. This is my first award. Thank you Staci. Now I have to start blogging more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Staci's blog. She writes about Oklahoma. My home state that I miss so much. I don't live that far away. I do get to go back every few months but it's not the same as living there.&lt;br /&gt;She writes about family from long ago and how they lived on the plains of Oklahoma. Her photographs of the early years remind me of my grandparents. Our grandparents and great grandparents were a hearty breed. They survived so much and did it with a smile and love for God, family and country.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7976452564684461393-3809008050287336336?l=hermomsometimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hermomsometimes.blogspot.com/feeds/3809008050287336336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7976452564684461393&amp;postID=3809008050287336336&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7976452564684461393/posts/default/3809008050287336336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7976452564684461393/posts/default/3809008050287336336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hermomsometimes.blogspot.com/2009/02/omg-i-was-give-award.html' title='OMG, I was give an Award!'/><author><name>hermomsometimes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09813650250966077075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V6ZmhGVcFyI/SYO5vqr-M-I/AAAAAAAAANo/veJmetzS9hc/S220/Derrick+%26+Granny.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V6ZmhGVcFyI/SZy4w1_18NI/AAAAAAAAAPA/ef-sOKEOCQY/s72-c/award4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7976452564684461393.post-234515465238243816</id><published>2009-02-05T22:08:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T22:30:00.085-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='finished project'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kitchen. tile work'/><title type='text'>Pictures of My Finished Kitchen</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I just realized that I didn't ever show my finished kitchen. So here it is, I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V6ZmhGVcFyI/SYu5ZbSxgyI/AAAAAAAAAOo/4GcrDaEyVsA/s1600-h/100_0208.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299533233005888290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V6ZmhGVcFyI/SYu5ZbSxgyI/AAAAAAAAAOo/4GcrDaEyVsA/s320/100_0208.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The photo above is directly above my sink. When my daughter and I found this at Star Lumber we knew we had to have it. This is how I selected the rest of the tile for my kitchen.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V6ZmhGVcFyI/SYu5Sp_YXCI/AAAAAAAAAOg/DoeVBRr0kmU/s1600-h/100_0213.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299533116691995682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V6ZmhGVcFyI/SYu5Sp_YXCI/AAAAAAAAAOg/DoeVBRr0kmU/s320/100_0213.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; If you enlarge the picture you can see the little decorative tiles. The colors in them went well with the medallion.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V6ZmhGVcFyI/SYu5ARyURMI/AAAAAAAAAOY/rC2I9TtCQi4/s1600-h/100_0211.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299532800957105346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V6ZmhGVcFyI/SYu5ARyURMI/AAAAAAAAAOY/rC2I9TtCQi4/s320/100_0211.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Please pay no attention to the dirty glasses in the sink. I just hadn't put them into the dishwasher yet, okay.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Just another view. If the tiles look chipped around the edges, they are. That is the way they are made. I liked it and they are not sharp or rough. After 30 years of a crappy kitchen I really enjoy my new kitchen. Now for the floor, soon real soon I hope.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7976452564684461393-234515465238243816?l=hermomsometimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hermomsometimes.blogspot.com/feeds/234515465238243816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7976452564684461393&amp;postID=234515465238243816&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7976452564684461393/posts/default/234515465238243816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7976452564684461393/posts/default/234515465238243816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hermomsometimes.blogspot.com/2009/02/pictures-of-my-finished-kitchen.html' title='Pictures of My Finished Kitchen'/><author><name>hermomsometimes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09813650250966077075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V6ZmhGVcFyI/SYO5vqr-M-I/AAAAAAAAANo/veJmetzS9hc/S220/Derrick+%26+Granny.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V6ZmhGVcFyI/SYu5ZbSxgyI/AAAAAAAAAOo/4GcrDaEyVsA/s72-c/100_0208.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7976452564684461393.post-48526212527578862</id><published>2009-01-29T07:41:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T23:23:26.703-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='retirement'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daughter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='court'/><title type='text'>A Face Lift</title><content type='html'>Wow, it looks much better. Thanks to my daughter, brneyedgal, at &lt;a href="http://thecolorofhome.blogspot.com/"&gt;The Color Of Home&lt;/a&gt; She does such good work. She really is good at computer stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been pretty quiet around here. We had a bit of ice and snow but nothing compared to south and east of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work has been nuts. It is so busy on the floor I work on. There is just two of us on that floor. We have many more cases than the other District Court floor. I am getting sick of the amount of work and everything that is expected of us. On top of all of that the State put in a hiring freeze. That means if someone retires or quits they will not be replaced. That just put more work on the people that is left. The bad part is I would so love to retire but I don't want to leave the people I work with in a bad situation, damn, damn, double damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE COURTHOUSE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V6ZmhGVcFyI/SYJNQhzmRKI/AAAAAAAAAM4/aosR7KtlrX8/s1600-h/prch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 246px; height: 156px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V6ZmhGVcFyI/SYJNQhzmRKI/AAAAAAAAAM4/aosR7KtlrX8/s320/prch.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296881058089157794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not the best picture but it will have to do. As you can see it was taken a few months ago.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7976452564684461393-48526212527578862?l=hermomsometimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hermomsometimes.blogspot.com/feeds/48526212527578862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7976452564684461393&amp;postID=48526212527578862&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7976452564684461393/posts/default/48526212527578862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7976452564684461393/posts/default/48526212527578862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hermomsometimes.blogspot.com/2009/01/face-lift.html' title='A Face Lift'/><author><name>hermomsometimes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09813650250966077075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V6ZmhGVcFyI/SYO5vqr-M-I/AAAAAAAAANo/veJmetzS9hc/S220/Derrick+%26+Granny.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V6ZmhGVcFyI/SYJNQhzmRKI/AAAAAAAAAM4/aosR7KtlrX8/s72-c/prch.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7976452564684461393.post-5499503831820666616</id><published>2009-01-23T19:41:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T14:29:55.716-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='interview'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='questions'/><title type='text'>My Interview.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V6ZmhGVcFyI/SXpx5vCqy2I/AAAAAAAAAMA/eXEkun0LOys/s1600-h/Opinion-Color.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294669548621581154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 195px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V6ZmhGVcFyI/SXpx5vCqy2I/AAAAAAAAAMA/eXEkun0LOys/s320/Opinion-Color.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cute little guy with the pencil is here to help me with my interview. This is where he came from &lt;a href="http://organizeddoodles.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://organizeddoodles.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Staci from &lt;a href="http://junebugszoom.blogspot.com/"&gt;"The Bliss of it All"&lt;/a&gt; is doing the interview, so here we go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. If you had to change your name to an Indian name, such as "Bird Flying" or something similar, what name would you choose, and why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darn, this is kind of hard. Hmmm, Some days I would be Shining Star other days it would be Dark Moon. Why, well I can be kind of moody. I do hide this very well at work but not at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit; Now that I have thought about it and my daughter gave me some ideas. I think maybe&lt;br /&gt;Momma Bear or Twitching Eye. The last one is my oldest daughters idea.  There is a long story that goes with the twitching eye. I'll tell that story someday.&lt;br /&gt;The Momma Bear name would be because no one hurts one of my kids without me stepping in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Name three things you consider yourself to be very good at, and three things you consider yourself to be very bad at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very Good at:&lt;br /&gt;1. Painting (that's decorative painting)&lt;br /&gt;2. My job (I may not be very good but I'm pretty good)&lt;br /&gt;3. Keeping a secret (If someone tells me not to tell anyone, I don't tell anyone ever)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very Bad at:&lt;br /&gt;1. Keeping a spic and span house. (I live in a home not a show place)&lt;br /&gt;2. Helping my husband with the yard work. (I hate to sweat)&lt;br /&gt;3. Exercising (I hate to sweat)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What is the dumbest thing you've ever seen someone else do?&lt;br /&gt;It was a long time ago. A group of young adults (adults really isn't the right word) were together on the 4th of July. The guys were holding firecracker lighting and throwing them. This one guy put one in his mouth like a cigarette. He kept telling them to light it. Finally someone did. Before he could grab it and throw it. It blew up in his mouth. It mess up one of his lips and he had to get a few stitches. It was just one of those that had a very fast fuse for some reason. It ended our fun with fireworks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. If you could only keep five things (not including people) that's in your home right now, what would those things be and why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Photo Albums&lt;br /&gt;Why, because they can't be replaced.&lt;br /&gt;2. My Computer&lt;br /&gt;Why, I can't live without it.&lt;br /&gt;3. My husbands inhaler&lt;br /&gt;Why, he can't breath without it.&lt;br /&gt;4. My Waterbed&lt;br /&gt;Why, I don't like sleeping on anything else.&lt;br /&gt;5. I guess the damn dog.&lt;br /&gt;Why, my husband would miss him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Do you think the world will be a better or worse place 100 years from now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there is still a world left I do hope it will be a better place. I hope the rain forests that are left can be saved. Maybe just maybe mankind will not kill off any of the endangered animals. And there will be World Peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's it! If you want to participate, leave me a comment. I'll send five questions (I get to pick them!) to the first five who might respond. After those five post their answers, on their blog, they will do the same to five more bloggers. I don't know if I even have 5 people that read my blog. We shall see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7976452564684461393-5499503831820666616?l=hermomsometimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='' href='http://organizeddoodles.blogspot.com/' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hermomsometimes.blogspot.com/feeds/5499503831820666616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7976452564684461393&amp;postID=5499503831820666616&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7976452564684461393/posts/default/5499503831820666616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7976452564684461393/posts/default/5499503831820666616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hermomsometimes.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-interview.html' title='My Interview.'/><author><name>hermomsometimes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09813650250966077075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V6ZmhGVcFyI/SYO5vqr-M-I/AAAAAAAAANo/veJmetzS9hc/S220/Derrick+%26+Granny.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V6ZmhGVcFyI/SXpx5vCqy2I/AAAAAAAAAMA/eXEkun0LOys/s72-c/Opinion-Color.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7976452564684461393.post-2866789597897427186</id><published>2009-01-22T20:09:00.019-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T20:49:10.188-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chew bones'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='watching'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mess'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pets'/><title type='text'>A DOG'S LIFE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V6ZmhGVcFyI/SXkoz4Y-QWI/AAAAAAAAALU/R0zTzZR8r7M/s1600-h/dog+and+sky+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294307708726296930" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V6ZmhGVcFyI/SXkoz4Y-QWI/AAAAAAAAALU/R0zTzZR8r7M/s320/dog+and+sky+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;BIG STRETCH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what he does after laying around most of the day. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He loves looking out the window in hopes of seeing something to bark at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V6ZmhGVcFyI/SXkpSEhzV6I/AAAAAAAAALc/8tiBZY061js/s1600-h/dog+and+sky+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294308227380631458" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V6ZmhGVcFyI/SXkpSEhzV6I/AAAAAAAAALc/8tiBZY061js/s320/dog+and+sky+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V6ZmhGVcFyI/SXkqYSFDSjI/AAAAAAAAALk/OQoBoEp5EXU/s1600-h/dog+and+sky+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294309433608981042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V6ZmhGVcFyI/SXkqYSFDSjI/AAAAAAAAALk/OQoBoEp5EXU/s320/dog+and+sky+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He loves his chewy bone. He makes such a mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he crashes, worn to a frazzle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V6ZmhGVcFyI/SXkrbzE0evI/AAAAAAAAALs/yj1c9GF-2uY/s1600-h/dog+and+sky+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294310593517615858" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V6ZmhGVcFyI/SXkrbzE0evI/AAAAAAAAALs/yj1c9GF-2uY/s320/dog+and+sky+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I get to vacuum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really think he needs a playmate. Am I nuts for thinking of getting another dog.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe something that can hold their own with him. Something like a Yellow Lab or Golden Retriever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7976452564684461393-2866789597897427186?l=hermomsometimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hermomsometimes.blogspot.com/feeds/2866789597897427186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7976452564684461393&amp;postID=2866789597897427186&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7976452564684461393/posts/default/2866789597897427186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7976452564684461393/posts/default/2866789597897427186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hermomsometimes.blogspot.com/2009/01/dogs-life.html' title='A DOG&apos;S LIFE'/><author><name>hermomsometimes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09813650250966077075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V6ZmhGVcFyI/SYO5vqr-M-I/AAAAAAAAANo/veJmetzS9hc/S220/Derrick+%26+Granny.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V6ZmhGVcFyI/SXkoz4Y-QWI/AAAAAAAAALU/R0zTzZR8r7M/s72-c/dog+and+sky+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7976452564684461393.post-8122435295417886463</id><published>2009-01-21T17:47:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T18:03:37.487-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='john grisham'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='german short hair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Innocent Man'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weather'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oklahoma'/><title type='text'>Beautiful Weather!</title><content type='html'>At least for a few days. Then it will turn cold and snow. But for now we have weather in the high 50's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V6ZmhGVcFyI/SXe0mOlrouI/AAAAAAAAAK8/7uMpDnUbwwQ/s1600-h/dog+and+sky+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293898455841481442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V6ZmhGVcFyI/SXe0mOlrouI/AAAAAAAAAK8/7uMpDnUbwwQ/s320/dog+and+sky+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this kind of weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been reading a book my district Judge loaned me. It is John Grisham's &lt;strong&gt;The Innocent Man&lt;/strong&gt;. It is a true story that took place in Ada, Oklahoma. I may live in Kansas but I am and always will be an Okie. So far it is a good read. I'm only about one fourth of the way through so I'm off to read. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I'm sitting in my chair reading about the murder of a pretty 24 year old young woman. The dog (the German Short Hair) is laying by the chair. He slowly raised up looking at the patio door and growling. He doesn't do that! I get up and head for the patio door. First he is in front of me the closer I get to the door the more he drops back. What a chicken and me too. I didn't open the door to check what may or may not be out there. I just checked and made sure the door was locked. I went back to my reading and he laid back down. He would have to do that when I'm reading about the condition the body was in when found. What timing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7976452564684461393-8122435295417886463?l=hermomsometimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hermomsometimes.blogspot.com/feeds/8122435295417886463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7976452564684461393&amp;postID=8122435295417886463&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7976452564684461393/posts/default/8122435295417886463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7976452564684461393/posts/default/8122435295417886463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hermomsometimes.blogspot.com/2009/01/beautiful-weather.html' title='Beautiful Weather!'/><author><name>hermomsometimes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09813650250966077075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V6ZmhGVcFyI/SYO5vqr-M-I/AAAAAAAAANo/veJmetzS9hc/S220/Derrick+%26+Granny.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V6ZmhGVcFyI/SXe0mOlrouI/AAAAAAAAAK8/7uMpDnUbwwQ/s72-c/dog+and+sky+012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7976452564684461393.post-4473746934806581743</id><published>2009-01-14T21:06:00.013-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T21:35:21.656-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cookies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baking'/><title type='text'>BEST COOKIES EVER</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V6ZmhGVcFyI/SW6pv9gWI8I/AAAAAAAAAJk/I2-1uO4hQpc/s1600-h/cookies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291353253636088770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 233px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V6ZmhGVcFyI/SW6pv9gWI8I/AAAAAAAAAJk/I2-1uO4hQpc/s320/cookies.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just enlarge so you can read it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything you will need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V6ZmhGVcFyI/SW6qVBmZRjI/AAAAAAAAAJs/8JYb1Xk0j_c/s1600-h/cookies+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291353890390361650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V6ZmhGVcFyI/SW6qVBmZRjI/AAAAAAAAAJs/8JYb1Xk0j_c/s320/cookies+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Begin with 2 sticks of oleo and 2 cups of sugar, cream together&lt;br /&gt;add ricotta, vanilla, baking soda and 2 eggs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V6ZmhGVcFyI/SW6qx4_EqVI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/o6_v8qIuKLo/s1600-h/cookies+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291354386294155602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V6ZmhGVcFyI/SW6qx4_EqVI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/o6_v8qIuKLo/s320/cookies+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mix well and add the flour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V6ZmhGVcFyI/SW6rSStdtOI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/aM-1WxUcjbM/s1600-h/cookies+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V6ZmhGVcFyI/SW6rSStdtOI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/aM-1WxUcjbM/s320/cookies+004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291354942955435234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V6ZmhGVcFyI/SW6rt5uy6kI/AAAAAAAAAKE/377euHQpmQY/s1600-h/cookies+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V6ZmhGVcFyI/SW6rt5uy6kI/AAAAAAAAAKE/377euHQpmQY/s320/cookies+005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291355417286470210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mix well and prepare your cookie sheets (I hope your oven is preheated to 350)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V6ZmhGVcFyI/SW6sKPeIjvI/AAAAAAAAAKM/8vOfZH0jsIM/s1600-h/cookies+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V6ZmhGVcFyI/SW6sKPeIjvI/AAAAAAAAAKM/8vOfZH0jsIM/s320/cookies+006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291355904158502642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drop by rounded teaspoon, I don't know how many it makes. I didn't count them.&lt;br /&gt;This made 4 cookie sheets full.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V6ZmhGVcFyI/SW6snOjohFI/AAAAAAAAAKU/MhZ8V4sC_RA/s1600-h/cookies+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V6ZmhGVcFyI/SW6snOjohFI/AAAAAAAAAKU/MhZ8V4sC_RA/s320/cookies+007.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291356402129339474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get every little bit out of the bowl. These are good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V6ZmhGVcFyI/SW6tFwA37MI/AAAAAAAAAKc/oxJKcFRcziM/s1600-h/cookies+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V6ZmhGVcFyI/SW6tFwA37MI/AAAAAAAAAKc/oxJKcFRcziM/s320/cookies+008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291356926506429634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While the cookies are baking have a cool drink. Or have one while you are making the cookies. Once they are done and cooling, make the cream cheese icing. Once cooled Ice the cookies. Here they are all done and ready to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V6ZmhGVcFyI/SW6uNbbkEKI/AAAAAAAAAKs/lvU1RTYxUQI/s1600-h/cookies+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V6ZmhGVcFyI/SW6uNbbkEKI/AAAAAAAAAKs/lvU1RTYxUQI/s320/cookies+014.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291358157931810978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7976452564684461393-4473746934806581743?l=hermomsometimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hermomsometimes.blogspot.com/feeds/4473746934806581743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7976452564684461393&amp;postID=4473746934806581743&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7976452564684461393/posts/default/4473746934806581743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7976452564684461393/posts/default/4473746934806581743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hermomsometimes.blogspot.com/2009/01/best-cookies-ever.html' title='BEST COOKIES EVER'/><author><name>hermomsometimes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09813650250966077075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V6ZmhGVcFyI/SYO5vqr-M-I/AAAAAAAAANo/veJmetzS9hc/S220/Derrick+%26+Granny.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V6ZmhGVcFyI/SW6pv9gWI8I/AAAAAAAAAJk/I2-1uO4hQpc/s72-c/cookies.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7976452564684461393.post-188168726642213350</id><published>2009-01-13T21:21:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T21:29:25.693-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunrise</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I stepped outside this morning and saw this sky. I had to take a picture of it. I love the colors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V6ZmhGVcFyI/SW1anHIvW6I/AAAAAAAAAJU/vJP2ccDjxE0/s1600-h/sky+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290984765207305122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V6ZmhGVcFyI/SW1anHIvW6I/AAAAAAAAAJU/vJP2ccDjxE0/s320/sky+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I think my dates are messed up on my camera. I did take this on 01/13/09. Now I have to fix my cameras date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was take maybe 10 minutes after the first picture. What a difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V6ZmhGVcFyI/SW1bcaeOvwI/AAAAAAAAAJc/03LpuVuFexE/s1600-h/sky+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290985680930782978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V6ZmhGVcFyI/SW1bcaeOvwI/AAAAAAAAAJc/03LpuVuFexE/s320/sky+004.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/7976452564684461393-188168726642213350?l=hermomsometimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hermomsometimes.blogspot.com/feeds/188168726642213350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7976452564684461393&amp;postID=188168726642213350&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7976452564684461393/posts/default/188168726642213350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7976452564684461393/posts/default/188168726642213350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hermomsometimes.blogspot.com/2009/01/sunrise.html' title='Sunrise'/><author><name>hermomsometimes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09813650250966077075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V6ZmhGVcFyI/SYO5vqr-M-I/AAAAAAAAANo/veJmetzS9hc/S220/Derrick+%26+Granny.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V6ZmhGVcFyI/SW1anHIvW6I/AAAAAAAAAJU/vJP2ccDjxE0/s72-c/sky+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7976452564684461393.post-2148199895831557848</id><published>2009-01-12T19:13:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T22:12:16.944-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cookies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ricotta cheese'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='milk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wind'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sky'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cold'/><title type='text'>Kansas Sky</title><content type='html'>Sunday afternoon was beautiful. Today is damn cold with the wind blowing 300 miles per hour. Well maybe not that fast but at least 50 to 60 mph gusts. It's gray and the sky was filled with dust and it was just plain nasty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V6ZmhGVcFyI/SWvryL1RsJI/AAAAAAAAAJE/CCNXbgrFl5w/s1600-h/dog+and+sky+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290581434679013522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V6ZmhGVcFyI/SWvryL1RsJI/AAAAAAAAAJE/CCNXbgrFl5w/s320/dog+and+sky+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was just so much nicer. I don't want to go out into the cold night. I must if I want milk for tomorrow morning. I have to have milk! It's my coffee. I go through withdrawal with out milk. That is whole milk. The one with all the fat. I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V6ZmhGVcFyI/SWvs1IvniEI/AAAAAAAAAJM/3GQITUQwxpk/s1600-h/milk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290582584901208130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 67px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V6ZmhGVcFyI/SWvs1IvniEI/AAAAAAAAAJM/3GQITUQwxpk/s320/milk.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to get Ricotta Cheese, I hate ricotta cheese, but I must buy it. I have a cookie recipe that has ricotta cheese in it. They are the &lt;strong&gt;best&lt;/strong&gt; cookies I have ever eaten. You put a cream cheese icing on top once the cookies cool. They are soooo good. I might share the recipe if you beg. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Really just ask and I will post it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7976452564684461393-2148199895831557848?l=hermomsometimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hermomsometimes.blogspot.com/feeds/2148199895831557848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7976452564684461393&amp;postID=2148199895831557848&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7976452564684461393/posts/default/2148199895831557848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7976452564684461393/posts/default/2148199895831557848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hermomsometimes.blogspot.com/2009/01/kansas-sky.html' title='Kansas Sky'/><author><name>hermomsometimes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09813650250966077075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V6ZmhGVcFyI/SYO5vqr-M-I/AAAAAAAAANo/veJmetzS9hc/S220/Derrick+%26+Granny.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V6ZmhGVcFyI/SWvryL1RsJI/AAAAAAAAAJE/CCNXbgrFl5w/s72-c/dog+and+sky+010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7976452564684461393.post-5362560907151240472</id><published>2009-01-11T11:16:00.023-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T12:32:25.485-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Camera Critters</title><content type='html'>This is a Downy Woodpecker, I think, if not it's a Hairy Woodpecker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V6ZmhGVcFyI/SWoqyRTz8mI/AAAAAAAAAIk/-lgy_ApMhAE/s1600-h/woodpecker+moon+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290087755428393570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V6ZmhGVcFyI/SWoqyRTz8mI/AAAAAAAAAIk/-lgy_ApMhAE/s320/woodpecker+moon+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took this through my front window. We also have a Red Bellied Woodpecker that comes to our feeder. I just can't catch him. Everytime I try for a picture he flies away. I'll get him one of these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my guessing game. How may sparrows can you find?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V6ZmhGVcFyI/SWosAHahWsI/AAAAAAAAAIs/xZnTFsBASPE/s1600-h/more+sparrows+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290089092801977026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V6ZmhGVcFyI/SWosAHahWsI/AAAAAAAAAIs/xZnTFsBASPE/s320/more+sparrows+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I think this maybe a better picture, if you enlarge it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V6ZmhGVcFyI/SWouUKasEXI/AAAAAAAAAI8/LzXCZspG_X0/s1600-h/more+sparrows+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290091636228624754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V6ZmhGVcFyI/SWouUKasEXI/AAAAAAAAAI8/LzXCZspG_X0/s320/more+sparrows+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; These little guys snuggle deep into the tangled honeysuckle bush on very cold days and nights.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7976452564684461393-5362560907151240472?l=hermomsometimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://camera-critters.blogspot.com/' title='Camera Critters'/><link rel='enclosure' type='CameraCritters' href='http://camera-critters.blogspot.com/' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hermomsometimes.blogspot.com/feeds/5362560907151240472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7976452564684461393&amp;postID=5362560907151240472&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7976452564684461393/posts/default/5362560907151240472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7976452564684461393/posts/default/5362560907151240472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hermomsometimes.blogspot.com/2009/01/camera-critters.html' title='Camera Critters'/><author><name>hermomsometimes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09813650250966077075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V6ZmhGVcFyI/SYO5vqr-M-I/AAAAAAAAANo/veJmetzS9hc/S220/Derrick+%26+Granny.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V6ZmhGVcFyI/SWoqyRTz8mI/AAAAAAAAAIk/-lgy_ApMhAE/s72-c/woodpecker+moon+006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7976452564684461393.post-5138022087474465933</id><published>2009-01-09T20:39:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T10:50:16.694-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grandkids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teens'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='graduation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='smiles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parties'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Girls'/><title type='text'>I must be a Mean Granny</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V6ZmhGVcFyI/SWgKx_ZPSdI/AAAAAAAAAIc/wQ2X-ZOfBBg/s1600-h/Courtney%27sGraduation021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289489616293808594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V6ZmhGVcFyI/SWgKx_ZPSdI/AAAAAAAAAIc/wQ2X-ZOfBBg/s320/Courtney%27sGraduation021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cute girls, one year apart in age. What one couldn't think of the other one could. They didn't both live with me at the same time, thank God. Allie Cat lived with me and Hippy Child lived with her Mom. It was in the same small town. They ran around with each other and two or three other friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It did come in handy working for the District Court, juvenile division. There were things I could find out and they didn't know. That and Allie Cats Mom had put a spy on her computer. We knew every word she typed, sent or received. That was a big help. Of course she had no idea. I told them I just got these feeling that something was going on. That or one of the kids a court was talking about a party that was going to be held that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also knew the kids that they should not be hanging out with or be in the company of. Allie Cat had this "boyfriend". He was or is a cute kid. At least the last time I saw him he was still cute. I haven't seen him since he got out of the juvenile detention center or was that prison. I had told her she couldn't see him. I know she still did but it did limit the amout of time she was with him. He just couldn't understand why I didn't like him. He was use to fooling parents with his charm and manners and he was from a good family. The little pot head. I think she is now glad that I had put my foot down about him. Her Mom said she was a much better behaved kid when she moved back home. (at least for a year or two) I think she has finally grown up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hippy Child moved in when her Mom married and moved to another town. Hippy Child was in her senior year at school and didn't want to change schools. So she moved into my home. Believe me, that picture of her in her graduation gown and that big smile of hers was very close to not happening. It was so close that her name wasn't on the graduation program. That's how close it was. Hippy Child now lives in Arizona, going to school and learning some type of new dance. She is one of the funniest and most fun person to be around. I miss her terribly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason I think my kids would threaten their kids with "if you don't behave I'll send you to live with your Granny". I have no idea why!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7976452564684461393-5138022087474465933?l=hermomsometimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hermomsometimes.blogspot.com/feeds/5138022087474465933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7976452564684461393&amp;postID=5138022087474465933&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7976452564684461393/posts/default/5138022087474465933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7976452564684461393/posts/default/5138022087474465933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hermomsometimes.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-think-im-mean-granny.html' title='I must be a Mean Granny'/><author><name>hermomsometimes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09813650250966077075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V6ZmhGVcFyI/SYO5vqr-M-I/AAAAAAAAANo/veJmetzS9hc/S220/Derrick+%26+Granny.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V6ZmhGVcFyI/SWgKx_ZPSdI/AAAAAAAAAIc/wQ2X-ZOfBBg/s72-c/Courtney%27sGraduation021.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7976452564684461393.post-4536419771343659947</id><published>2009-01-05T18:13:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T12:22:19.467-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sparrows'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birds'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Squirrel'/><title type='text'>Bird Feeder?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V6ZmhGVcFyI/SWKikoTNsVI/AAAAAAAAAIM/A_ChFlVOYq8/s1600-h/bird+feeder+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287967662663381330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V6ZmhGVcFyI/SWKikoTNsVI/AAAAAAAAAIM/A_ChFlVOYq8/s320/bird+feeder+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I think the squirrel eats more of the bird food that the birds do. You just can't keep him out. My husband has named him Rocky. Now you know why Monkey Girl thinks its a squirrel feeder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V6ZmhGVcFyI/SWKjLs0hsfI/AAAAAAAAAIU/mjyYKZku9Z0/s1600-h/bird+feeder+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287968333891744242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V6ZmhGVcFyI/SWKjLs0hsfI/AAAAAAAAAIU/mjyYKZku9Z0/s320/bird+feeder+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Just had to take another picture of the sparrows. You always know when it is really cold. They all flock to this bush. Shoot, I took a close look and only found two birds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7976452564684461393-4536419771343659947?l=hermomsometimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hermomsometimes.blogspot.com/feeds/4536419771343659947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7976452564684461393&amp;postID=4536419771343659947&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7976452564684461393/posts/default/4536419771343659947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7976452564684461393/posts/default/4536419771343659947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hermomsometimes.blogspot.com/2009/01/bird-feeder.html' title='Bird Feeder?'/><author><name>hermomsometimes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09813650250966077075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V6ZmhGVcFyI/SYO5vqr-M-I/AAAAAAAAANo/veJmetzS9hc/S220/Derrick+%26+Granny.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V6ZmhGVcFyI/SWKikoTNsVI/AAAAAAAAAIM/A_ChFlVOYq8/s72-c/bird+feeder+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7976452564684461393.post-8677053757911725008</id><published>2009-01-03T12:49:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T10:26:43.818-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birds'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Big City'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weather'/><title type='text'>Can you count how many?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V6ZmhGVcFyI/SV-zbjbTUTI/AAAAAAAAAH0/hUQfFbn41r8/s1600-h/sparrows+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287141773503844658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V6ZmhGVcFyI/SV-zbjbTUTI/AAAAAAAAAH0/hUQfFbn41r8/s320/sparrows+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V6ZmhGVcFyI/SV-zqBDjQrI/AAAAAAAAAH8/P2_V99Mg5lc/s1600-h/sparrows+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287142021975458482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V6ZmhGVcFyI/SV-zqBDjQrI/AAAAAAAAAH8/P2_V99Mg5lc/s320/sparrows+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how many sparrows are in the honeysuckle bush. I heard lots of chirping and looked over and there they were. They do like that bush because it produces berries. That and it protects them from the cold, somewhat. You know you can enlarge the picture by double clicking. When I first heard them and saw them there were more but by the time I got my camera some had flown away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a beautiful day this morning but now it has turned cold and windy. The weather changes so darn fast here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday I am going to Wichita with my first born. Her and her DH are stopping by to get me (as long as I don't have a headache) I need to get the frames for the pictures that are being mailed as I type. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's now Sunday I started this post Saturday, trying to get a head start. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I woke up at 5 this am with a headache. I took my migraine medicine and went back to bed. Thank heavens when I woke again it was gone! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now to make my list of things I need from the "Big City". I know my DH needs some new Levis. For some reason I keep shrinking his. &lt;em&gt;At least that is what he keeps saying. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my husband's German Short Hair named Duke. His name should have been Spaz! I have never seen such a hyper dog. I even ask the Vet if he could be ADHD (I think that is what it's called) He is hard headed too. He is now 2 yrs old and the Vet said he should calm down by the time he is 4. I don't know if I can take it that long. He is a pretty dog by OMG! I know if something happens to him my husband will think I did it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V6ZmhGVcFyI/SWDhhP2zShI/AAAAAAAAAIE/FkaJKEVRROc/s1600-h/Birds+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287473923841280530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V6ZmhGVcFyI/SWDhhP2zShI/AAAAAAAAAIE/FkaJKEVRROc/s320/Birds+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                             I can't believe he stayed still for this picture.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7976452564684461393-8677053757911725008?l=hermomsometimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hermomsometimes.blogspot.com/feeds/8677053757911725008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7976452564684461393&amp;postID=8677053757911725008&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7976452564684461393/posts/default/8677053757911725008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7976452564684461393/posts/default/8677053757911725008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hermomsometimes.blogspot.com/2009/01/can-you-count-how-many.html' title='Can you count how many?'/><author><name>hermomsometimes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09813650250966077075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V6ZmhGVcFyI/SYO5vqr-M-I/AAAAAAAAANo/veJmetzS9hc/S220/Derrick+%26+Granny.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V6ZmhGVcFyI/SV-zbjbTUTI/AAAAAAAAAH0/hUQfFbn41r8/s72-c/sparrows+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7976452564684461393.post-8173407364250697819</id><published>2009-01-03T10:23:00.011-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T21:51:28.241-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='migraines'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prints'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art work'/><title type='text'>I HATE MIGRAINES!!</title><content type='html'>I have fought this all night. I knew when I went to bed with a headache that I should have gotten up and taken some asprin. I had taken a muscle relaxer, that usually helps. Sure didn't last night.I do have it down to a dull roar now. And looking at this computer doesn't help. So why am I doing it? Because I'm bored!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I will go to Wichita today. I need to find 2 frames that are 8 x 12 or larger like 12 x 16. I have purchased a photo from Kate (&lt;a href="http://chroniclesofacountrygirl.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Chronicles of a Country Girl&lt;/a&gt; ) It's the Tree in Silhouette, I love that photo. Then I found out from Kate that I got one free, so I got Tree in Silhouette 2. I think I will slowly start replacing the pictures in my livingroom. Everything I have in here are signed numbered prints or orginal landscapes that I have taken while on vacations. I love Kate's photos. I only have one so far from a local photographer. He has won national awards for his photographs. His are much more expensive that Kates but I think hers are just as good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the photo that I bought my husband for Christmas. (Really it was more for both of us)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V6ZmhGVcFyI/SV-h1j10I-I/AAAAAAAAAHU/ERSZ-s3lYTg/s1600-h/wall+decor+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287122429082346466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V6ZmhGVcFyI/SV-h1j10I-I/AAAAAAAAAHU/ERSZ-s3lYTg/s320/wall+decor+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you double click on it you can enlarge it. The brown color is the matting around the photo. I don't know how many of this he sold but it was alot. This was taken about a mile from my house during the ice storm of 2005. Isn't it beautiful. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tammy if you know how to go in and put a copyright on the photo please do so. Stan does have one on there in the lower left had corner but is that enough? I don't want to get into trouble for putting it on the web. If you can't remember my sign in for my blog let me know and I'll send it to you. (okay I did kind of figure it out but if what I have on the photo doesn't work let me know so you can fix it.) If I shouldn't have it on the web let me know and I'll remove it. I just thought it was so beautiful I had to share it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here is some of my other art work in my living room.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V6ZmhGVcFyI/SV-jJkxt6WI/AAAAAAAAAHc/LiQntjCfdDw/s1600-h/wall+decor+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287123872442607970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V6ZmhGVcFyI/SV-jJkxt6WI/AAAAAAAAAHc/LiQntjCfdDw/s320/wall+decor+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a Ducks Unlimited signed number print. I have 2 or 3 from Ducks Unlimited. This one is above my fireplace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ones below are also signed numbered prints by Ivy Hayes. I would have loved to have one of his orginal oils. He is an old black man from North Carolina. He is color blind. His grandson tell him what colors are what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V6ZmhGVcFyI/SV-lL8LeMoI/AAAAAAAAAHs/dQpvWX2Od3A/s1600-h/wall+decor+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287126112107639426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V6ZmhGVcFyI/SV-lL8LeMoI/AAAAAAAAAHs/dQpvWX2Od3A/s320/wall+decor+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Double click to enlarge, you can view them better that way.&lt;br /&gt;As you can tell I love art of any kind as long as they appeal to me. I hope you have enjoyed my livingroom art. What is shown is only a couple of walls. My livingroom is 16 by 32 so I have a lot of wall space. Believe me when I say it is covered!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, my migraine has gone away. I guess my migraine pill worked, yeah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7976452564684461393-8173407364250697819?l=hermomsometimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hermomsometimes.blogspot.com/feeds/8173407364250697819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7976452564684461393&amp;postID=8173407364250697819&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7976452564684461393/posts/default/8173407364250697819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7976452564684461393/posts/default/8173407364250697819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hermomsometimes.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-hate-migraines.html' title='I HATE MIGRAINES!!'/><author><name>hermomsometimes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09813650250966077075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V6ZmhGVcFyI/SYO5vqr-M-I/AAAAAAAAANo/veJmetzS9hc/S220/Derrick+%26+Granny.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V6ZmhGVcFyI/SV-h1j10I-I/AAAAAAAAAHU/ERSZ-s3lYTg/s72-c/wall+decor+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7976452564684461393.post-5394678242158475940</id><published>2009-01-02T16:54:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T17:36:57.589-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birds'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crafts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Day 2 of the New Year and all is okay</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Hey, I have the the day off with pay which is great. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;All of the Christmas decoration are packed and put away for another year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been trying to get photos of some of the birds that come to our feeders. I would love to get the woodpeckers. We have two different types plus a flicker. They fly away as soon as I open the door. I did catch a cardinal before he took off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V6ZmhGVcFyI/SV6dmJsuq7I/AAAAAAAAAG0/74iFTJoGe0k/s1600-h/Birds+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286836291343657906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V6ZmhGVcFyI/SV6dmJsuq7I/AAAAAAAAAG0/74iFTJoGe0k/s320/Birds+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This was taken from my deck. It is a good 60 to 70 feet to this feeder. I can't believe my little camera zoomed in this much. One of these days I will get the woodpeckers.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Walking down the hallway I noticed a Christmas decoration that I hadn't packed away and I may not. It makes a great night light. I think it is pretty even if I did make it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V6ZmhGVcFyI/SV6imGTRLVI/AAAAAAAAAG8/H6WxLu1TMaA/s1600-h/Birds+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286841787989699922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V6ZmhGVcFyI/SV6imGTRLVI/AAAAAAAAAG8/H6WxLu1TMaA/s320/Birds+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its just a glass block with a hole drilled in it. Then you stuff a string of 20 lights inside. That can be a chore because the hole is just big enought for the single light to fit in. After putting in the lights you find a pretty ribbon and tie a bow, plug it in. Thats it your all done. I have a box of these glass blocks with holes that my husband drilled. One of these days I will fix at least 5 more to give to the kids. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;If they want them?&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/7976452564684461393-5394678242158475940?l=hermomsometimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hermomsometimes.blogspot.com/feeds/5394678242158475940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7976452564684461393&amp;postID=5394678242158475940&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7976452564684461393/posts/default/5394678242158475940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7976452564684461393/posts/default/5394678242158475940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hermomsometimes.blogspot.com/2009/01/day-2-of-new-year-and-all-is-okay.html' title='Day 2 of the New Year and all is okay'/><author><name>hermomsometimes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09813650250966077075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V6ZmhGVcFyI/SYO5vqr-M-I/AAAAAAAAANo/veJmetzS9hc/S220/Derrick+%26+Granny.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V6ZmhGVcFyI/SV6dmJsuq7I/AAAAAAAAAG0/74iFTJoGe0k/s72-c/Birds+009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7976452564684461393.post-3908855345840172883</id><published>2009-01-01T10:01:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T10:29:57.281-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bathroom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='undecorate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kitchen. tile work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Year'/><title type='text'>HAPPY NEW YEAR</title><content type='html'>It is hard to believe that 2008 is over. I wish everyone a safe, happy, and healthy 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our BIG Christmas is over. This year it will be a big Thanksgiving. We do it so the kids can have Thanksgiving or Christmas with their spouses family. It works pretty good this way. I don't think I have the energy to do big holidays every year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it is time to put all of the decorations away. At least that goes so much faster than the decorating. I even decorate my (as we call it) little bathroom. This bathroom is in the hallway off the livingroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V6ZmhGVcFyI/SVzsZrHMW1I/AAAAAAAAAGY/Y_c08SoKPV8/s1600-h/Christmas+at+Kelly%27s+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286359988439898962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V6ZmhGVcFyI/SVzsZrHMW1I/AAAAAAAAAGY/Y_c08SoKPV8/s320/Christmas+at+Kelly%27s+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V6ZmhGVcFyI/SVzszIomiAI/AAAAAAAAAGg/sUy7T5pb_7o/s1600-h/Christmas+at+Kelly%27s+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286360425861384194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V6ZmhGVcFyI/SVzszIomiAI/AAAAAAAAAGg/sUy7T5pb_7o/s320/Christmas+at+Kelly%27s+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't everyone decorate their bathroom?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is what I will be doing this New Years day. Sounds like fun, huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do need to go to the store and pick up a few things. I do hope I can find some black eyed peas. My oldest daughter called these pork eyed beans when she was little. I don't know how she got pork and beans and black eyed peas mixed up but she did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, my kitchen is done. At least the tile work and counters are done. The floor is yet to be done. I'll let you know when we start on that. I want spanish tile. I will post pictures soon of the tile work. I can't believe the difference it made, so pretty&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7976452564684461393-3908855345840172883?l=hermomsometimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hermomsometimes.blogspot.com/feeds/3908855345840172883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7976452564684461393&amp;postID=3908855345840172883&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7976452564684461393/posts/default/3908855345840172883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7976452564684461393/posts/default/3908855345840172883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hermomsometimes.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-new-year.html' title='HAPPY NEW YEAR'/><author><name>hermomsometimes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09813650250966077075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V6ZmhGVcFyI/SYO5vqr-M-I/AAAAAAAAANo/veJmetzS9hc/S220/Derrick+%26+Granny.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V6ZmhGVcFyI/SVzsZrHMW1I/AAAAAAAAAGY/Y_c08SoKPV8/s72-c/Christmas+at+Kelly%27s+007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7976452564684461393.post-3775989372591235035</id><published>2008-12-17T19:21:00.012-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T20:30:17.676-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids grandkids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tree'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='candy'/><title type='text'>I know it's been a while, so shoot me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V6ZmhGVcFyI/SUmzhva5i9I/AAAAAAAAAGA/N0ACkwZRxXI/s1600-h/christmas+tree+044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V6ZmhGVcFyI/SUmzhva5i9I/AAAAAAAAAGA/N0ACkwZRxXI/s320/christmas+tree+044.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280949430314961874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I haven't blogged for a long while. I have a life (well not really but a pretend life).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First I want to wish my youngest daughter&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY I CAN'T BELIEVE YOUR 40 OMG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know how old that makes me feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have your read "The Color of Home"?&lt;br /&gt;Now that your sister has blogged about my life your turn is next. I wish you luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to show the world my candy Christmas Tree. That is why I decieded to blog tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here is my favorite Christmas Tree. I started collecting candy type ornaments several years ago. Now most of the ornament on the tree and the garland looks like some type of candy. The Grandkids love it, I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a look and tell me what you think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V6ZmhGVcFyI/SUmobciU7hI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/pDza3LN7jt8/s1600-h/2008+kitchen+tile+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280937227538722322" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V6ZmhGVcFyI/SUmobciU7hI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/pDza3LN7jt8/s320/2008+kitchen+tile+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V6ZmhGVcFyI/SUmoutH7yOI/AAAAAAAAAFY/bBe-bbnd1Qo/s1600-h/2008+kitchen+tile+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280937558408939746" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V6ZmhGVcFyI/SUmoutH7yOI/AAAAAAAAAFY/bBe-bbnd1Qo/s320/2008+kitchen+tile+026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V6ZmhGVcFyI/SUmpF6OSWlI/AAAAAAAAAFg/M2pYXndmei4/s1600-h/2008+kitchen+tile+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280937957062236754" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V6ZmhGVcFyI/SUmpF6OSWlI/AAAAAAAAAFg/M2pYXndmei4/s320/2008+kitchen+tile+027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V6ZmhGVcFyI/SUmpar-jYjI/AAAAAAAAAFo/LYSwXJxqp6Y/s1600-h/2008+kitchen+tile+031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280938314015400498" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V6ZmhGVcFyI/SUmpar-jYjI/AAAAAAAAAFo/LYSwXJxqp6Y/s320/2008+kitchen+tile+031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V6ZmhGVcFyI/SUmpvtwB_rI/AAAAAAAAAFw/R4nm7kGsON8/s1600-h/2008+kitchen+tile+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280938675268615858" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V6ZmhGVcFyI/SUmpvtwB_rI/AAAAAAAAAFw/R4nm7kGsON8/s320/2008+kitchen+tile+028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V6ZmhGVcFyI/SUmqGbDfzbI/AAAAAAAAAF4/2qfdjsobcxk/s1600-h/2008+kitchen+tile+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280939065386978738" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V6ZmhGVcFyI/SUmqGbDfzbI/AAAAAAAAAF4/2qfdjsobcxk/s320/2008+kitchen+tile+025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V6ZmhGVcFyI/SUm0PSntQLI/AAAAAAAAAGI/xo7JOJUUlmk/s1600-h/christmas+tree+050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V6ZmhGVcFyI/SUm0PSntQLI/AAAAAAAAAGI/xo7JOJUUlmk/s320/christmas+tree+050.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280950212858036402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V6ZmhGVcFyI/SUm1VAHaIcI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/rWJtJzFMAhk/s1600-h/christmas+tree+046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V6ZmhGVcFyI/SUm1VAHaIcI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/rWJtJzFMAhk/s320/christmas+tree+046.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280951410481570242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7976452564684461393-3775989372591235035?l=hermomsometimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hermomsometimes.blogspot.com/feeds/3775989372591235035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7976452564684461393&amp;postID=3775989372591235035&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7976452564684461393/posts/default/3775989372591235035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7976452564684461393/posts/default/3775989372591235035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hermomsometimes.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-know-its-been-while-so-shoot-me.html' title='I know it&apos;s been a while, so shoot me.'/><author><name>hermomsometimes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09813650250966077075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V6ZmhGVcFyI/SYO5vqr-M-I/AAAAAAAAANo/veJmetzS9hc/S220/Derrick+%26+Granny.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V6ZmhGVcFyI/SUmzhva5i9I/AAAAAAAAAGA/N0ACkwZRxXI/s72-c/christmas+tree+044.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7976452564684461393.post-6087045066662123374</id><published>2008-11-22T18:33:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T22:37:10.247-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='decorating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='remodeling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='colors'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tile'/><title type='text'>I NEED HELP!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>How in the world do you decide what color, shape, size, design of tile to use on the walls. The new counters are very light so I didn't want something to light on the walls. I will try and take pictures of what we have selected so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Not the best pictures but they will give you and idea of what it looks like. There are several different pieces of tile. Only one of each kind to check out the color in the light of our kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V6ZmhGVcFyI/SSjVBZgTdrI/AAAAAAAAAEo/KvOKoAzvVJI/s1600-h/100_0184.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271697583840130738" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V6ZmhGVcFyI/SSjVBZgTdrI/AAAAAAAAAEo/KvOKoAzvVJI/s320/100_0184.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V6ZmhGVcFyI/SSjVdqWSpdI/AAAAAAAAAEw/Qpp9sQgcVgU/s1600-h/100_0184.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271698069397874130" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V6ZmhGVcFyI/SSjVdqWSpdI/AAAAAAAAAEw/Qpp9sQgcVgU/s320/100_0184.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The two pictures above are the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;same thing&lt;/span&gt;. One is just closer than the other. The bottom piece, all the little small pieces, has pieces of the same tile as the larger piece above it. At the very top is a half round bronze color glass tile. That kind of finishes off the top and it matches the darker pieces in the bottom group of tiles. See the little dark oblong pieces. I kind of like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V6ZmhGVcFyI/SSjV2tF2PSI/AAAAAAAAAE4/VTzUiYP7l_8/s1600-h/100_0185.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271698499630939426" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V6ZmhGVcFyI/SSjV2tF2PSI/AAAAAAAAAE4/VTzUiYP7l_8/s320/100_0185.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;These tiles are darker. The bottom and the square in the middle match. I don't know about the strip above the bottom piece. It is prettier in person and has a shine to it. I like the tile right below the half round, the dark narrow piece. It is a beautiful color and looks like crystals sprinkled through it. I don't like the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;arrangement&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V6ZmhGVcFyI/SSjWNqavS-I/AAAAAAAAAFA/bpjlPUfl2Lw/s1600-h/100_0187.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271698894050249698" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V6ZmhGVcFyI/SSjWNqavS-I/AAAAAAAAAFA/bpjlPUfl2Lw/s320/100_0187.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The only thing different here is the 6 X 6 square tile. It is the same color as the tile in the first two picture. The little square tiles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V6ZmhGVcFyI/SSjWksDH4-I/AAAAAAAAAFI/Sobiw6WDkEk/s1600-h/100_0186.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271699289625060322" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V6ZmhGVcFyI/SSjWksDH4-I/AAAAAAAAAFI/Sobiw6WDkEk/s320/100_0186.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway these are a few pieces we bought today to see how they looked with the counter. I forgot to take one of the cutting boards of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;corian&lt;/span&gt; with me to look at tile. I will remember next time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Do you think I need colored tile? I had thought of just white with trim in color. I just don't know. I glad I'm not building a house it would take me forever to decide.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I do have help coming, yeah! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Brneyedgal&lt;/span&gt;, my daughter, will be here Friday. Then the shopping, decorating, work begins. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm off work 5 days. I don't go back until Tuesday. We can have it done by then, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7976452564684461393-6087045066662123374?l=hermomsometimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hermomsometimes.blogspot.com/feeds/6087045066662123374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7976452564684461393&amp;postID=6087045066662123374&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7976452564684461393/posts/default/6087045066662123374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7976452564684461393/posts/default/6087045066662123374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hermomsometimes.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-need-help.html' title='I NEED HELP!!!!!!!'/><author><name>hermomsometimes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09813650250966077075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V6ZmhGVcFyI/SYO5vqr-M-I/AAAAAAAAANo/veJmetzS9hc/S220/Derrick+%26+Granny.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V6ZmhGVcFyI/SSjVBZgTdrI/AAAAAAAAAEo/KvOKoAzvVJI/s72-c/100_0184.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7976452564684461393.post-568879775003086203</id><published>2008-11-20T18:48:00.010-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T20:40:50.314-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kitchen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='remodeling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='corian'/><title type='text'>It only took 30 years</title><content type='html'>But I finally got new counter tops. The counters were 1 inch square green and brown glass tiles. I hated them! They were hard to keep clean with all of those grout lines. They were uneven and would not stay glued down. There was one end of the counter that the tiles always came loose. I would reattach them but finally gave up. They ended up just laying there loose &amp;amp; ugly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is what I have now.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;CORIAN&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V6ZmhGVcFyI/SSYHLV_ZIuI/AAAAAAAAAEY/esLfexxN3QE/s1600-h/Kitchen+counters+and+sink+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270908305346732770" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V6ZmhGVcFyI/SSYHLV_ZIuI/AAAAAAAAAEY/esLfexxN3QE/s320/Kitchen+counters+and+sink+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ain't it purdy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the faucets I selected. (just ignore the wall behind the counter) That will be the next thing to be updated. I won't even tell you what we had up there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V6ZmhGVcFyI/SSYIFpxRDdI/AAAAAAAAAEg/k2GT_tty3_E/s1600-h/Kitchen+counters+and+sink+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270909307088604626" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V6ZmhGVcFyI/SSYIFpxRDdI/AAAAAAAAAEg/k2GT_tty3_E/s320/Kitchen+counters+and+sink+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we fix the torn up walls behind the counter it's on to the floor. I'm just hoping I can have most of it done before Christmas. Wish me luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7976452564684461393-568879775003086203?l=hermomsometimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hermomsometimes.blogspot.com/feeds/568879775003086203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7976452564684461393&amp;postID=568879775003086203&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7976452564684461393/posts/default/568879775003086203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7976452564684461393/posts/default/568879775003086203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hermomsometimes.blogspot.com/2008/11/it-only-took-30-years.html' title='It only took 30 years'/><author><name>hermomsometimes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09813650250966077075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V6ZmhGVcFyI/SYO5vqr-M-I/AAAAAAAAANo/veJmetzS9hc/S220/Derrick+%26+Granny.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V6ZmhGVcFyI/SSYHLV_ZIuI/AAAAAAAAAEY/esLfexxN3QE/s72-c/Kitchen+counters+and+sink+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7976452564684461393.post-2171741467491732944</id><published>2008-11-16T11:33:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T11:42:43.426-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mammogram'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joke'/><title type='text'>OMG!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V6ZmhGVcFyI/SSBaBrto1RI/AAAAAAAAADY/57f0OttVbd4/s1600-h/!cid_BEE127110C3A41309D50153499D71EB4%40JerryBaileyPC.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269310548983993618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 293px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V6ZmhGVcFyI/SSBaBrto1RI/AAAAAAAAADY/57f0OttVbd4/s320/!cid_BEE127110C3A41309D50153499D71EB4%40JerryBaileyPC.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can relate to part of this but can you imagine, lol..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;My daughter in law sent me this.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;POWER OUTAGE DURING A MAMMOGRAM &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I actually kept my mammogram appointment. I was met with, 'Hi, I'm Belinda!' This perky clipboard carrier smiled from ear to ear, tilted her head to one side and crooned, 'All I need you to do is step into this room right here, strip to the waist, then slip on this gown. Everything clear? I'm thinking, 'Belinda, try decaf. This ain't rocket science.' &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Belinda skipped away to prepare the chamber of horrors. With the right side finished, Belinda flipped me (literally) to the left and said, 'Hmmmm. Can you stand on your tippy toes and lean in a tad so we can get everything?' Fine, I answered. I was freezing, bruised, and out of air, so why not use the remaining circulation in my legs and neck and finish me off? My body was in a holding pattern that defied gravity (with my other boob wedged between those two 4 inch pieces of square glass) when we heard, then felt a zap! Complete darkness and the power went off! 'Oh, maintenance is working. Bet they hit a snag.' Belinda headed for the door.&lt;br /&gt;'Excuse me! You're not leaving me in this vise alone are you?' I shouted.&lt;br /&gt;Belinda kept going and said, 'Oh, you fussy puppy...the door's wide open so you'll have the emergency hall lights. I'll be right back.' Before I could shout 'NOOOO!' she disappeared.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And that's exactly how Bubba and Earl, maintenance men extraordinaire, found me, half-naked and part of me dangling from the Jaws of Life, and the other part smashed between glass! After exchanging polite 'Hi, how's it going' type greetings, Bubba (or possibly Earl) asked, to my utter disbelief, if I knew the power was off. Trying to disguise my hysteria, I replied with as much calmness as possible 'Uh, yes, yes I did thanks.' 'You bet, take care' Bubba replied and waved good-bye as though I'd been standing in the line at the grocery store. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Two hours later, Belinda breezes in wearing a sheepish grin. Making no attempt to suppress her amusement, she said, 'Oh I am sooo sorry!' The power came back on and I totally forgot about you! And silly me, I went to lunch. Are we upset?'&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And that, Your Honor, is exactly how her head ended up between the clamps...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7976452564684461393-2171741467491732944?l=hermomsometimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hermomsometimes.blogspot.com/feeds/2171741467491732944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7976452564684461393&amp;postID=2171741467491732944&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7976452564684461393/posts/default/2171741467491732944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7976452564684461393/posts/default/2171741467491732944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hermomsometimes.blogspot.com/2008/11/omg.html' title='OMG!!'/><author><name>hermomsometimes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09813650250966077075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V6ZmhGVcFyI/SYO5vqr-M-I/AAAAAAAAANo/veJmetzS9hc/S220/Derrick+%26+Granny.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V6ZmhGVcFyI/SSBaBrto1RI/AAAAAAAAADY/57f0OttVbd4/s72-c/!cid_BEE127110C3A41309D50153499D71EB4%40JerryBaileyPC.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7976452564684461393.post-7654041675625135291</id><published>2008-11-15T13:57:00.027-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T14:37:28.723-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>WOW It's almost here</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V6ZmhGVcFyI/SR8qIp7zzrI/AAAAAAAAADQ/LIdS-EXfqow/s1600-h/IMG00202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268976417230802610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V6ZmhGVcFyI/SR8qIp7zzrI/AAAAAAAAADQ/LIdS-EXfqow/s320/IMG00202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;CHRISTMAS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;ARE YOU READY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you realize how close it is getting to Christmas. I can't believe it is just around the corner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone shop &lt;strong&gt;Black Friday&lt;/strong&gt;? I did once in Arlington, Texas. It wasn't that bad but I don't think I would do it again. There were several of my kids there for Thanksgiving. We left the guys at home (to babysit &amp;amp; watch football) and all of the women went shopping. Everyone had a good time and the crowd wasn't to bad. That was the only time I have shopped on Black Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to start getting the house ready for all of the kids and grandkids that will be here for Christmas. I know the girls with be here with there familys but I don't know about my son and his family. The above photo is his son. I sure hope they can make it but it depends on his job. It's a fairly new job and he has to go where they tell him. Sometimes he is gone from home 2 weeks at a time. I really don't know if he likes his job. He is very much a family man and hates being away from his wife and son. I just know we are going to have a BIG Christmas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7976452564684461393-7654041675625135291?l=hermomsometimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hermomsometimes.blogspot.com/feeds/7654041675625135291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7976452564684461393&amp;postID=7654041675625135291&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7976452564684461393/posts/default/7654041675625135291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7976452564684461393/posts/default/7654041675625135291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hermomsometimes.blogspot.com/2008/11/wow-its-almost-here.html' title='WOW It&apos;s almost here'/><author><name>hermomsometimes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09813650250966077075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V6ZmhGVcFyI/SYO5vqr-M-I/AAAAAAAAANo/veJmetzS9hc/S220/Derrick+%26+Granny.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V6ZmhGVcFyI/SR8qIp7zzrI/AAAAAAAAADQ/LIdS-EXfqow/s72-c/IMG00202.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7976452564684461393.post-870637875979171356</id><published>2008-11-13T20:07:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T21:05:59.114-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meme'/><title type='text'>Meme? Why is it called a Meme?</title><content type='html'>I know little kids jump up and down and yell "meme pick me"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Anyway&lt;/span&gt;, my darling daughter tagged me for a this. So here goes my first Meme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Four places I go over and over:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;1. Work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Dillons&lt;/span&gt; (local grocery store)&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Alco&lt;/span&gt; (at one time it was called &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Duckwalls&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Wal&lt;/span&gt; Mart (I hate going there just to busy for me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Four people who e-mail me regularly:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;1. Tammy (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ya'll&lt;/span&gt; know her as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;brneyedgal&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Terri (youngest of my girls)&lt;br /&gt;3. Christina (wife of my son and a great daughter-in-law)&lt;br /&gt;4. Shawna (my partner in crime at work)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Four of my favorite places to eat:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Playa&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Azul&lt;/span&gt; (local &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;restaurant&lt;/span&gt; in my town)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Ted's Cafe Escondido in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;OKC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Sticky Fingers in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Wilmington&lt;/span&gt;, N.C.&lt;br /&gt;4. The Prime Rib at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Orleans&lt;/span&gt; Hotel &amp;amp; Casino in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Las&lt;/span&gt; Vegas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Four places I'd rather be:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;1. Oklahoma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. North Carolina&lt;br /&gt;3. Ireland&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Las&lt;/span&gt; Vegas (anyone want to go with me?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Four TV shows I could watch over and over:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;1. The Carol Burnett Show (loved that show)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I Love Lucy&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;CSI&lt;/span&gt; (Vegas or New York can't stand the other one)&lt;br /&gt;4. Myth Busters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay that's it, I'm finished. I will not tag anyone because I wouldn't know who to tag. Give me a few months at this first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, thanks for tagging me. It gave me something to write about. Wait until this weekend and I have time to dig through my old photos. I'll see if I can find some good photos of the family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yeah &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; it good pictures of the family. snicker snicker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7976452564684461393-870637875979171356?l=hermomsometimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hermomsometimes.blogspot.com/feeds/870637875979171356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7976452564684461393&amp;postID=870637875979171356&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7976452564684461393/posts/default/870637875979171356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7976452564684461393/posts/default/870637875979171356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hermomsometimes.blogspot.com/2008/11/meme-why-is-it-called-meme.html' title='Meme? Why is it called a Meme?'/><author><name>hermomsometimes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09813650250966077075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V6ZmhGVcFyI/SYO5vqr-M-I/AAAAAAAAANo/veJmetzS9hc/S220/Derrick+%26+Granny.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7976452564684461393.post-1352400094053055797</id><published>2008-11-12T18:05:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T19:43:13.401-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teenagers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='concerts'/><title type='text'>Teens and Concerts</title><content type='html'>My daughter blogged about the fun she had at concerts when she was a teenager.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now The Rest Of The Story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My point of view was very different. The one I really remember she talked me into. I just had this feeling that something was going to happen. Ya know when you get &lt;em&gt;those&lt;/em&gt; feelings. Against my better judgment I let her go. My daughter, her best friend (a nice girl I really liked) and these two thugs. I knew of these boys and didn't like what I had heard. My daughter is saying they are just a means of transportation. Just a way to get to and from the concert. So off they go to this concert in Wichita, 86 miles from home. It started getting late her Dad , not worried at all, goes to bed. I stayed up watching &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;TV&lt;/span&gt;. Trying to get my mind off of all the terrible things that could happen. It begins to get much much much later. I'm really worried now, she isn't home, it's time for her to be home. The phone rings. I say hello, the voice at the other end says "Mom, we're at the police department in Park City, I say "WHAT, your Where"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make a long story short, they all lived, they didn't have a wreck but they did get stuck in the mud. Lost somewhere on some road, tried to turn around and got stuck. The police came along and the boys were in no condition to drive and the girls didn't have drivers license yet.&lt;br /&gt;I woke my husband. He contacted one of the boys Dad and they went and got the kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how she was able to go to so many concerts after that!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7976452564684461393-1352400094053055797?l=hermomsometimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hermomsometimes.blogspot.com/feeds/1352400094053055797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7976452564684461393&amp;postID=1352400094053055797&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7976452564684461393/posts/default/1352400094053055797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7976452564684461393/posts/default/1352400094053055797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hermomsometimes.blogspot.com/2008/11/teens-and-concerts.html' title='Teens and Concerts'/><author><name>hermomsometimes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09813650250966077075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V6ZmhGVcFyI/SYO5vqr-M-I/AAAAAAAAANo/veJmetzS9hc/S220/Derrick+%26+Granny.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7976452564684461393.post-5022507856587073155</id><published>2008-11-11T10:34:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T07:41:25.683-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gratitude'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='war'/><title type='text'>Veterans Day</title><content type='html'>Today isn't just a day off with pay but a day to honor ALL Veterans. I thank all men and women who have served in the military. They are the ones who have give us the freedoms that we so enjoy. &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Thank you, Thank you, Thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;My Dad and my Uncle were in the service during WWII. Dad served state side as a guard at prisoner of war camp until almost the end of the war. When Japan surrendered he was aboard a ship with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;invasion&lt;/span&gt; force on their way to Japan. I'm so glad he didn't have to fight. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Uncle was with General Patton from landing at Normandy to Berlin. I know he was awarded several medals, the bronze star, the silver star, I'm not for sure what else. &lt;em&gt;When I was a kid I got into his foot locker and found some of the medals.&lt;/em&gt; I know the army tried to make him an officer and he turned it down. It was very hard to get him to talk about the war. I know he liberated several concentration camps. He had photographs that he took and a friend developed of those camps. They were horrible, rows and rows of bodies. The people that were left alive were very afraid of the Americans. Uncle said they had to break into their barracks (the Nazis had told them that the Americans were worse than they were) Uncle said they had to give them food and medical aid before they began to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;believe&lt;/span&gt; that they really were free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These military people fighting in wars go through hell. It changes them forever and they do it to keep this county free. I thank them from the bottom of my heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7976452564684461393-5022507856587073155?l=hermomsometimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hermomsometimes.blogspot.com/feeds/5022507856587073155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7976452564684461393&amp;postID=5022507856587073155&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7976452564684461393/posts/default/5022507856587073155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7976452564684461393/posts/default/5022507856587073155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hermomsometimes.blogspot.com/2008/11/veterans-day.html' title='Veterans Day'/><author><name>hermomsometimes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09813650250966077075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V6ZmhGVcFyI/SYO5vqr-M-I/AAAAAAAAANo/veJmetzS9hc/S220/Derrick+%26+Granny.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7976452564684461393.post-5013642489289388077</id><published>2008-04-01T19:43:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T19:44:24.349-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What kind of flower are you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width="145"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bgcolor="#FFFFFF" style="border: 2px solid #006600;color:#ffffff;padding-top:5px;padding-bottom:5px;"&gt; &lt;p style="font-size:15px;font-family:Georgia,Serif;color:#000000;font-weight: bold;"&gt; I am a&lt;br /&gt;Snapdragon &lt;a href="http://www.thisgardenisillegal.com/flower-quiz.htm" style="font-size:15px;font-family:Georgia,Serif;color:#0000FF;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://thisgardenisillegal.com/quiz/snapdragon.jpg" width="140" height="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What Flower &lt;br /&gt;Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7976452564684461393-5013642489289388077?l=hermomsometimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hermomsometimes.blogspot.com/feeds/5013642489289388077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7976452564684461393&amp;postID=5013642489289388077&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7976452564684461393/posts/default/5013642489289388077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7976452564684461393/posts/default/5013642489289388077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hermomsometimes.blogspot.com/2008/04/what-kind-of-flower-are-you.html' title='What kind of flower are you?'/><author><name>hermomsometimes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09813650250966077075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V6ZmhGVcFyI/SYO5vqr-M-I/AAAAAAAAANo/veJmetzS9hc/S220/Derrick+%26+Granny.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7976452564684461393.post-8533726896043340670</id><published>2008-03-29T18:15:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T18:29:33.572-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Daughters Spook House</title><content type='html'>If you haven't read my daughtes blog you should!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://myparanormaljournal.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://myparanormaljournal.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She moved into this beautiful home with 5 acres of wooded land. It is a gorgeous setting, lovely home, inside and out. All except for the ghost. Yes I said ghosts. Not just one but three, a family, husband, wife and child. The husband killed his wife and child and buried them somewhere on the 5 acres. It was a long time ago, at least 150 years, if not more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If my daughter hadn't grown up in the house she grew up in. I don't know if she would have figured out so quickly what was going on. She knew there was something in her house that was not friendly. The male ghost take joy in scaring women. He is one of those types of men. You know a wife beater, very controling, just a general a-hole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just go to her blog and read everything that is going on. It is hard to belive. The ghosts have even been recorded talking. It is kind of creepy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7976452564684461393-8533726896043340670?l=hermomsometimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hermomsometimes.blogspot.com/feeds/8533726896043340670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7976452564684461393&amp;postID=8533726896043340670&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7976452564684461393/posts/default/8533726896043340670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7976452564684461393/posts/default/8533726896043340670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hermomsometimes.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-daughters-spook-house.html' title='My Daughters Spook House'/><author><name>hermomsometimes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09813650250966077075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V6ZmhGVcFyI/SYO5vqr-M-I/AAAAAAAAANo/veJmetzS9hc/S220/Derrick+%26+Granny.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7976452564684461393.post-7891210728293422880</id><published>2008-02-03T11:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T12:39:00.433-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>SUPERBOWL SUNDAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My very first post on my new blog. This is all new to me but I will learn. My old brain may take a little longer for it to sink in but finally I get it. So just bear with me and this blog will look better.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Today we plan on going to Coldwater, Ks.&lt;/em&gt; (&lt;em&gt;Talk about the edge of no where, that little town is hanging on by its fingernails.) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;To a Superbowl party, kind of, at my first born's house. She called and said she was making lots of food. She makes this fabulous crab dip. I'm not sure what else but I would go just for the crab dip, oh and to see my grandkids. :-) She did say something about taco soup, knowing her there will be lots of snacks. I will bring a few things, chips, dips, pop (aka: soda) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;:-) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I'll have to find something that the boys like. She does have two boys. One in the fifth grade the other in the third grade. Her DH has 3 kids two teenagers and one cute little 6 years old girl. The boys live there full time, the other are there everyother weekend or so. Except for the youngest, she is there almost every weekend. She is such a daddy's girl. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I'm not a football fan but my DH, DD and SIL are all big fans. They can watch the game, I'll eat and play with the kids. &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/7976452564684461393-7891210728293422880?l=hermomsometimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hermomsometimes.blogspot.com/feeds/7891210728293422880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7976452564684461393&amp;postID=7891210728293422880&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7976452564684461393/posts/default/7891210728293422880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7976452564684461393/posts/default/7891210728293422880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hermomsometimes.blogspot.com/2008/02/superbowl-sunday.html' title='SUPERBOWL SUNDAY'/><author><name>hermomsometimes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09813650250966077075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V6ZmhGVcFyI/SYO5vqr-M-I/AAAAAAAAANo/veJmetzS9hc/S220/Derrick+%26+Granny.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
