<?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-8580132779723127459</id><updated>2011-09-13T07:18:02.666-05:00</updated><category term='video'/><category term='change'/><category term='bare foot'/><category term='waterfall'/><category term='fun'/><category term='poem'/><category term='choir'/><category term='stupid'/><title type='text'>Flower  of The Family</title><subtitle type='html'>Flower of The Family
The scattered thoughts of a genius in the making</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580132779723127459/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580132779723127459/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01411842451151787159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WxfVRe8ysTs/S47ip060fyI/AAAAAAAAAZw/TlKAJi5m0fw/S220/Christmas+%26+Misc+037.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>154</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580132779723127459.post-9112441675922672878</id><published>2010-11-08T14:30:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T14:40:47.213-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm still standing</title><content type='html'>Here I am!  Its almost  my second favorite holiday.  I love Thanksgiving!  I get to make the turkey and taters and stuffing and gravy and also the deviled eggs.  Others bring the other stuff.  Sweet rolls, bread rolls, pickles and olives, pies, and whatever else they want to bring.  We always have way too much food, but it's great anyway.  It's a lot of giddy-up for not much.  After we eat we don't really do anything else.  I would love to play games or go to a movie, or even as a last resort go for a walk. But we just sit and chat and than those who have to go...go.  Kinda sad in a way, but if it lasted all day I would probably have to kick people out.  I don't do black Friday.  I have once and it was enough.  It seems like a large waste of time, but some people just love it.  I enjoy being out of work and getting to sleep in a little.  The only problem with Thanksgiving is that I live in a house of leftover refusers. I know they should just eat it anyway, but my tolerance for whine is very low so I don't force it.  Have a great Thanksgiving to anyone who may be reading this.  And the next is my favorite holiday....Christmas!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8580132779723127459-9112441675922672878?l=flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/9112441675922672878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580132779723127459&amp;postID=9112441675922672878' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580132779723127459/posts/default/9112441675922672878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580132779723127459/posts/default/9112441675922672878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com/2010/11/im-still-standing.html' title='I&apos;m still standing'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01411842451151787159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WxfVRe8ysTs/S47ip060fyI/AAAAAAAAAZw/TlKAJi5m0fw/S220/Christmas+%26+Misc+037.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580132779723127459.post-647338999617510797</id><published>2010-04-19T09:23:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T09:24:29.532-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it time for a change?</title><content type='html'>I am on the brink of possibly putting this poor old blog out of it's misery.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8580132779723127459-647338999617510797?l=flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/647338999617510797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580132779723127459&amp;postID=647338999617510797' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580132779723127459/posts/default/647338999617510797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580132779723127459/posts/default/647338999617510797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com/2010/04/is-it-time-for-change.html' title='Is it time for a change?'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01411842451151787159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WxfVRe8ysTs/S47ip060fyI/AAAAAAAAAZw/TlKAJi5m0fw/S220/Christmas+%26+Misc+037.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580132779723127459.post-8959537415330164280</id><published>2010-03-04T15:43:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T15:52:59.257-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Whats new in the Zoo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;I noticed that I haven't posted anything new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;since&lt;/span&gt; November.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;So this is whats new in the zoo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;The little kitten is a boy named Felix-baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;he gets "altered" next Thursday, and if he keeps it up he will also get his claws removed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Pete has built a loft in our high &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;living room&lt;/span&gt;. Will post pictures as soon as I get them off my camera.  It looks very nice and adds about 200 sq ft. More new to come, but have to go for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8580132779723127459-8959537415330164280?l=flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8959537415330164280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580132779723127459&amp;postID=8959537415330164280' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580132779723127459/posts/default/8959537415330164280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580132779723127459/posts/default/8959537415330164280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com/2010/03/whats-new-in-zoo.html' title='Whats new in the Zoo!'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01411842451151787159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WxfVRe8ysTs/S47ip060fyI/AAAAAAAAAZw/TlKAJi5m0fw/S220/Christmas+%26+Misc+037.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580132779723127459.post-6113913892021943217</id><published>2009-11-27T15:20:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T15:39:42.723-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving  Blessing</title><content type='html'>A story to dramatize a true event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little one was cold and afraid.  Standing in the middle of a big flat spot little one suddenly saw a man.  The man told little one to get off of the big flat spot and come into the ditch with him.  The man comforted the little one and told her that pretty soon she would be warm and get something to eat.&lt;br /&gt;Soon a big thing went by really fast on the big flat thing and the man told her that was a car and the flat thing was a road and that they were both very, very dangerous. He kept her warm and calm until they both heard a loud rumble coming down the road. This was it, the man told little one, go now into the middle of the road and wait a nice lady will take you to a home that's nice and warm . Little one was afraid because the man told her it was dangerous to go into the road, but he said this was it and she had to go. Little one went into the middle of the road.  The big truck came down the road, but little one could still see the man in the ditch and his smile made her brave.  Little one started running to the truck and it made it stop and a person came out of it and picked her right up.  Little one couldn't understand the lady like she did the man, but she knew she was safe and she sang and sang and sang her happiness to the lady.&lt;br /&gt;Little one now has a home and food and a brother and sister ( they don't like her very much yet, but it wont take long she thinks) When little one left with the lady she tried to see the man one more time, but he was gone. Oh well, little one thought, he must have other little ones to help somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little one now has a new name "Bling Baby Bradford"  proud kitty of Joanna.&lt;br /&gt;Bling is dark grey with light strips on her sides and head. Cute little thing, probably the runt.&lt;br /&gt;P.S. the nice lady gets mean when she thinks that someone just dumped kitty by the woods and fields. Grrrrrr!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8580132779723127459-6113913892021943217?l=flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6113913892021943217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580132779723127459&amp;postID=6113913892021943217' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580132779723127459/posts/default/6113913892021943217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580132779723127459/posts/default/6113913892021943217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com/2009/11/thanksgiving-blessing.html' title='Thanksgiving  Blessing'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01411842451151787159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WxfVRe8ysTs/S47ip060fyI/AAAAAAAAAZw/TlKAJi5m0fw/S220/Christmas+%26+Misc+037.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580132779723127459.post-4198640747295495926</id><published>2009-11-07T10:35:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T10:44:27.302-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Greetings fellow Earthlings!  And Other Readers.</title><content type='html'>The Library is finished and the color of choice for the inside seems to be green.  Green walls, green carpet, green furniture.  It's all in different shades of green, but still green.  I can stand it, but if you hated green you would just curl up and die!  It's green.&lt;br /&gt;My folks are here for a visit.  We are right now at the green library.  My mom is using my card to use the computer and my dad was reading a magazine, but now he is lost and I don't know where he went.  The girls are on two other computers, I can see their screens from where I sit and spy on them...hee, hee, heee!  I'm also spying on my moms screen because she is using MY card and I don't want to get into trouble for something she does.  She's just next to me.&lt;br /&gt;Did I ever tell you how loud the library is here?  Well, this new one seems to have a hushing effect on people.  Must be the green.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8580132779723127459-4198640747295495926?l=flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4198640747295495926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580132779723127459&amp;postID=4198640747295495926' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580132779723127459/posts/default/4198640747295495926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580132779723127459/posts/default/4198640747295495926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com/2009/11/greetings-fellow-earthlings-and-other.html' title='Greetings fellow Earthlings!  And Other Readers.'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01411842451151787159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WxfVRe8ysTs/S47ip060fyI/AAAAAAAAAZw/TlKAJi5m0fw/S220/Christmas+%26+Misc+037.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580132779723127459.post-8489716335052206578</id><published>2009-08-26T17:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T17:17:15.264-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Story ( Not a true one, a made up make believe one)</title><content type='html'>When I woke up this morning I was in jail.  I didn't remember the night before, or the whole day before as far as that goes.  The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;jailer&lt;/span&gt; brought me a wonderful breakfast of runny oats, hard toast, and a cup of something warm and brown.  My guess was coffee, but it could have been rusty tap water for the blandness of it.&lt;br /&gt;In the holding cell next to mine was a person of undetermined sex, snoring as if their life depended on it.  I tried to call out to the guard several times, but all I ever got was a muffled "shut up in there", so I decided to calm down and try to put the pieces together...if I could.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I was in jail.  That much was obvious, but where the jail was I had no idea.  I didn't recognize the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;jailer&lt;/span&gt; that brought my breakfast, but that didn't mean much since I didn't know any Police officers or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;jailers&lt;/span&gt; anyway. &lt;br /&gt;The person in the next cell seemed healthy enough, probably sleeping off a binge, but I don't think that could help me any. &lt;br /&gt;As I leaned against the cool brick wall, trying to remember anything from the previous twenty-four hours, I slid back and pinched my backside against something in my back pocket.  Pockets!  I never thought to check my pockets, but didn't the cops usually empty your pockets whenever you went to jail?  Maybe I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;wasn't&lt;/span&gt; in a regular jail, because I had stuff in my pockets.&lt;br /&gt;Back pocket held my wallet...no mystery there, John Hill, 32 years old.  No money, no credit cards, and no pictures.&lt;br /&gt;I had a pink, wide &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;tooth comb&lt;/span&gt; in my other back pocket...that one was strange, because I had a really short buzz cut.    I placed the wallet and the comb on the cot next to me.  Standing up, I reached into my front right pocket.  A folded drink coaster from a place called the "Breeze", and a toothpick with cellophane crinkle thing at one end.  I added them to the others on the cot.&lt;br /&gt;Reaching into my other front pocket...I pulled out a picture that had been ripped in half and taped back together.  It was a picture of a beautiful blond...a beautiful blond that I had never met, believe me I would remember this girl.&lt;br /&gt;Looking at the stuff on my cot, the wallets with my I.D., the pink comb, drink coaster, frilly toothpick, and the beautiful girl.  What in the world did I do yesterday?  Who was this girl in the picture...a pink comb, that comb could belong to the girl?  Did I meet this girl at "Breeze"?  The toothpick could have been in a club sandwich - one of my favorites-, or maybe an appetizer.  I tried arranging the items differently to see if anything would trigger my memory, but nothing did.  Lunch came and went, and still I was no closer to solving the events of my recent past.  I decided that sooner or later someone would come to talk to me, or bail me out, so I decided to take a nap to pass the time. &lt;br /&gt;Instead of sleeping, my mind started to go over the limited possibilities of what could have happened.  Finally, when I was just about to fall asleep I remembered I was supposed to meet my buddy Bob at the "Houston Bar and Grill" last night.  Yeah!, I did go and meet him last night.  I sat up in the cot...it was starting to come together.  My wallet with my I.D., empty, normally full of spending cash and at least one credit card especially when going out on the town like I was last night.  I went and met up with Bob at the Houston and ate a Turkey Club with steak fries, that’s right, my treat.  That was when Bob started telling me about this new club that was opening up in the next town thirty miles away, the "Breeze" it had some sort of tropical theme, he really wanted to go see what it was like.  He promised me an introduction to his cousin, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Christie&lt;/span&gt;- the blond in the picture.  He gave me that photo so I could recognize her just in case he found a girl of his own first.  The picture tore in half when he pulled it out of his wallet, and the waitress at the Houston taped it for him.  I remembered us driving to the Breeze, and paying the cover charge-again my treat, and finding &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Christie&lt;/span&gt; and her friend, Sally.  Bob and Sally started to dance, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Christie&lt;/span&gt; and I started to talk. &lt;br /&gt;Dull.  That’s all I remember about Bob's cousin.  She had to check her make-up about every five minutes and she handed me her comb, her pink comb, while she went to dance with some cowboy.  Jail, I remember now.  I was finally able to drag Bob away from his new girl and on the drive home the car broke down.  A wrecker stopped and wanted to have a credit card as collateral in order to tow the car to a garage.  Bob had been drinking quite a bit and when I told him that since I paid for everything else, he needed to give the driver his credit card.  I remember a fight, and the cops coming, and than waking up in the jail.  My credit card was gone, so I guess I lost the fight. &lt;br /&gt;Okay, I got put in the clink, but what about Bob?  And than it hit me...the drunk in the next cell.  Just about that time I hear a familiar voice mutter "Man!  What happened to me last night" "I'm in jail!!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8580132779723127459-8489716335052206578?l=flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8489716335052206578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580132779723127459&amp;postID=8489716335052206578' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580132779723127459/posts/default/8489716335052206578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580132779723127459/posts/default/8489716335052206578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com/2009/08/story-not-true-one-made-up-make-believe.html' title='A Story ( Not a true one, a made up make believe one)'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01411842451151787159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WxfVRe8ysTs/S47ip060fyI/AAAAAAAAAZw/TlKAJi5m0fw/S220/Christmas+%26+Misc+037.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580132779723127459.post-6040366954943347399</id><published>2009-08-17T16:24:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T16:27:03.974-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Taxi!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WxfVRe8ysTs/SonK1CRPMBI/AAAAAAAAAZo/tJjyG7poomM/s1600-h/Julie%27s+pictures+039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371047043107074066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WxfVRe8ysTs/SonK1CRPMBI/AAAAAAAAAZo/tJjyG7poomM/s200/Julie%27s+pictures+039.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pete said,"Hey Julie, look at that guy sitting in his taxi."  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Down town Denver, CO.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8580132779723127459-6040366954943347399?l=flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6040366954943347399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580132779723127459&amp;postID=6040366954943347399' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580132779723127459/posts/default/6040366954943347399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580132779723127459/posts/default/6040366954943347399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com/2009/08/taxi.html' title='Taxi!!'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01411842451151787159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WxfVRe8ysTs/S47ip060fyI/AAAAAAAAAZw/TlKAJi5m0fw/S220/Christmas+%26+Misc+037.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WxfVRe8ysTs/SonK1CRPMBI/AAAAAAAAAZo/tJjyG7poomM/s72-c/Julie%27s+pictures+039.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580132779723127459.post-2007835151763280191</id><published>2009-08-13T15:08:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T15:24:47.513-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What have I been up to?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WxfVRe8ysTs/SoR2XXtub5I/AAAAAAAAAZA/dmBv861_oSg/s1600-h/vari+and+vacation+part+1+065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369546799607345042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WxfVRe8ysTs/SoR2XXtub5I/AAAAAAAAAZA/dmBv861_oSg/s200/vari+and+vacation+part+1+065.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As some of you may or may not know I and my family have just returned from a vacation in Colorado. We journeyed across Kansas, through the horizontal hills of the great "bread basket of America", the wonderful smell of "cow money" (as I like to call it) and at last into the mysterious land of the Colorado. Side note: I only almost peed my pants once on the way out, but thanks to the Blue Hereford gas/ restaurant thingy I made it. whew! (Not that Pete wouldn't stop, it's just wasn't any place to stop) Our reunion was just fine, and I got to get caught up on some old childhood friends. The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;McGuires&lt;/span&gt; and, well, I guess just the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;McGuires&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went over the Wet Mt. pass on a nice ride, and over Skyline Dr., and to the Prison Museum on Canon City (very fun actually), and to Red Canyon Park. Tons of pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We than went to Parker to mooch off my sister and her family for a few days. They put out a good spread by the way. Went on a train thingy to Denver, walked around a little and ate at the Cheesecake Factory...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;yummo&lt;/span&gt;! Watched some silly movies and almost went to a writers meeting at a bookstore. :) Came home across Kansas again ( I like Kansas actually) and almost peed my pants again ( Blue Hereford saves the day once again) and when we came home the naked ladies were almost gone from our yard. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8580132779723127459-2007835151763280191?l=flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2007835151763280191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580132779723127459&amp;postID=2007835151763280191' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580132779723127459/posts/default/2007835151763280191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580132779723127459/posts/default/2007835151763280191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com/2009/08/what-have-i-been-up-to.html' title='What have I been up to?'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01411842451151787159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WxfVRe8ysTs/S47ip060fyI/AAAAAAAAAZw/TlKAJi5m0fw/S220/Christmas+%26+Misc+037.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WxfVRe8ysTs/SoR2XXtub5I/AAAAAAAAAZA/dmBv861_oSg/s72-c/vari+and+vacation+part+1+065.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580132779723127459.post-8566735463747413249</id><published>2009-07-15T14:50:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T15:08:16.709-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This doesn't have a title.  Just so you know.</title><content type='html'>My oldest daughter was sitting next to me on the love seat and said, "I like to think that we wouldn't be nearly so weird if you hadn't married daddy."  I said , "Thank you!"  To me that was a complement, and funny thing is she &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;meant&lt;/span&gt; it as one.  Shes weird.&lt;br /&gt;Jen is weird as well (see last post), but I still see room for growth.&lt;br /&gt;We will be going out to Colorado in about 15 days or so, but we still need to get someone to come and feed/water/litterbox/play with the cats for us, and someone to take the birds in.  But other than that were ready.  Well, the car is rented/reserved, and the girls have made a list of snacks for me to buy...so you know the important things are done.&lt;br /&gt;I think I will start training tomorrow for the bladder hold.  You know...we only get to "go" if we have to get fuel.  I told the girls that I will take a sharp stick to poke Pete in the leg when we need to stop.  I don't have anything else to say, but felt I needed to post something.&lt;br /&gt;Alright, bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8580132779723127459-8566735463747413249?l=flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8566735463747413249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580132779723127459&amp;postID=8566735463747413249' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580132779723127459/posts/default/8566735463747413249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580132779723127459/posts/default/8566735463747413249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com/2009/07/this-doesnt-have-title-just-so-you-know.html' title='This doesn&apos;t have a title.  Just so you know.'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01411842451151787159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WxfVRe8ysTs/S47ip060fyI/AAAAAAAAAZw/TlKAJi5m0fw/S220/Christmas+%26+Misc+037.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580132779723127459.post-6448298759584435849</id><published>2009-06-26T16:16:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T16:24:23.480-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Super Girl !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WxfVRe8ysTs/SkU7IHGzNzI/AAAAAAAAAY4/lwVD_tNbWLw/s1600-h/super+girl+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351748742732265266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WxfVRe8ysTs/SkU7IHGzNzI/AAAAAAAAAY4/lwVD_tNbWLw/s200/super+girl+004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WxfVRe8ysTs/SkU68QlGjWI/AAAAAAAAAYw/K15P-q5-iZw/s1600-h/Julie+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Once upon a time...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There was a little girl named Jenni-Boo.  Jenni Boo was just a normal little girl until she found some magic cling paper.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This magic cling paper was carelessly discarded by her father while he was putting window tinting on the inside of the living room windows.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jenni-Boo asked her father if she could have the scraps of cling paper and he said she could, and than he laughed a wicked wicked laugh (not really you know) because he just knew she could do nothing with the poor discarded scraps.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But he was wrong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8580132779723127459-6448298759584435849?l=flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6448298759584435849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580132779723127459&amp;postID=6448298759584435849' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580132779723127459/posts/default/6448298759584435849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580132779723127459/posts/default/6448298759584435849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com/2009/06/super-girl.html' title='Super Girl !'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01411842451151787159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WxfVRe8ysTs/S47ip060fyI/AAAAAAAAAZw/TlKAJi5m0fw/S220/Christmas+%26+Misc+037.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WxfVRe8ysTs/SkU7IHGzNzI/AAAAAAAAAY4/lwVD_tNbWLw/s72-c/super+girl+004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580132779723127459.post-6932595601821253192</id><published>2009-06-20T13:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T13:45:38.827-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hair</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8580132779723127459-6932595601821253192?l=flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6932595601821253192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580132779723127459&amp;postID=6932595601821253192' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580132779723127459/posts/default/6932595601821253192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580132779723127459/posts/default/6932595601821253192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com/2009/06/hair.html' title='Hair'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01411842451151787159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WxfVRe8ysTs/S47ip060fyI/AAAAAAAAAZw/TlKAJi5m0fw/S220/Christmas+%26+Misc+037.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580132779723127459.post-146256618933462474</id><published>2009-06-17T14:55:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T15:05:03.331-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Secret  Message</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This is a secret message to someone who knows who they are.&lt;br /&gt;"The wheels are now in motion"&lt;br /&gt;"The tents have all been packed"&lt;br /&gt;"The monkeys have all been tranquilized"&lt;br /&gt;"The clowns have folded their hats"&lt;br /&gt;"The caravan will soon commence&lt;br /&gt;To travel down the road"&lt;br /&gt;July 29- August 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another train...thought that is...it sure be hot down here in not God's country.  I think I can just not stand it!!&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and Kay, you know that the only reason that you think I'm weird is because it takes one to know one and I bet you didn't have to have me pointed out to you!  Burn baby...only thing worse than a "sister burn" is a "mama burn" so my girls say and I'm both!!  OUCH!  Um, okay...I'm weird...sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8580132779723127459-146256618933462474?l=flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/146256618933462474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580132779723127459&amp;postID=146256618933462474' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580132779723127459/posts/default/146256618933462474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580132779723127459/posts/default/146256618933462474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com/2009/06/secret-message.html' title='Secret  Message'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01411842451151787159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WxfVRe8ysTs/S47ip060fyI/AAAAAAAAAZw/TlKAJi5m0fw/S220/Christmas+%26+Misc+037.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580132779723127459.post-4905855270917374204</id><published>2009-06-03T12:54:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T13:00:23.087-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Shush!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I am now at the public library, so I have to type small.  Small is the same as quiet  just so you know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I am using the public library's computer...I feel a little dirty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I hope you can hear me alright...sorry mom.  You will just need to get out your glasses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Getting closer to seeing the elephants Kay.  They move sorta slow you know. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Okay, bye, bye for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;P.S.  Have I ever told you people (you people...I like saying that) that this is the loudest library I've ever been in?  People sing right out loud and talk on phones and talk to each other and laugh!!  I'm the quietest one and that's saying something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8580132779723127459-4905855270917374204?l=flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4905855270917374204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580132779723127459&amp;postID=4905855270917374204' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580132779723127459/posts/default/4905855270917374204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580132779723127459/posts/default/4905855270917374204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com/2009/06/shush.html' title='Shush!'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01411842451151787159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WxfVRe8ysTs/S47ip060fyI/AAAAAAAAAZw/TlKAJi5m0fw/S220/Christmas+%26+Misc+037.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580132779723127459.post-8468928865259625449</id><published>2009-05-02T15:29:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T15:41:24.243-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Family</title><content type='html'>I wonder what it is about family that is so interesting to me.  I find it interesting how people in a family can share personality trates and even physical trates. &lt;br /&gt;I chew my lower lip when I'm watching t.v., or concentrating, and apparently my dad's mom also did this.  I stand like my aunt J.  And Robbie said I sound like Kay when I write.  She should see us together. &lt;br /&gt;I have the humor of my cousin Queen, Kay acts and sounds and thinks like Queen as well as a little like my aunt I. &lt;br /&gt;And all of this is so interesting because we were not really around these people that much growing up. (except aunt I.) &lt;br /&gt;Is it nature or nurture? &lt;br /&gt;My daughters have quite a lot of my nice little ways, and they are mine by choice, not birth. :)&lt;br /&gt;So that is nurture.&lt;br /&gt;My son is a carbon copy of his dad in looks....nature.&lt;br /&gt;He likes sci-fi and fantasy...nurture (me)&lt;br /&gt;I enjoy hearing about twins separated at birth and finding out that they share similar time lines and likes and such.   I would study this if I had to study something.&lt;br /&gt;What do you have in common with a family member?&lt;br /&gt;Is it nature, or nurture?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8580132779723127459-8468928865259625449?l=flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8468928865259625449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580132779723127459&amp;postID=8468928865259625449' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580132779723127459/posts/default/8468928865259625449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580132779723127459/posts/default/8468928865259625449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com/2009/05/family.html' title='Family'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01411842451151787159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WxfVRe8ysTs/S47ip060fyI/AAAAAAAAAZw/TlKAJi5m0fw/S220/Christmas+%26+Misc+037.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580132779723127459.post-7455409686021139317</id><published>2009-04-28T14:39:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T14:43:30.992-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hair it is.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WxfVRe8ysTs/SfdcHrW4uoI/AAAAAAAAAYo/xldJlvaV7y4/s1600-h/hair+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WxfVRe8ysTs/SfdcHrW4uoI/AAAAAAAAAYo/xldJlvaV7y4/s200/hair+002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329829970983828098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My daughter had just finished brushing my hair.  It is usually very knotty and kinda curly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8580132779723127459-7455409686021139317?l=flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7455409686021139317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580132779723127459&amp;postID=7455409686021139317' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580132779723127459/posts/default/7455409686021139317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580132779723127459/posts/default/7455409686021139317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com/2009/04/hair-it-is.html' title='Hair it is.'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01411842451151787159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WxfVRe8ysTs/S47ip060fyI/AAAAAAAAAZw/TlKAJi5m0fw/S220/Christmas+%26+Misc+037.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WxfVRe8ysTs/SfdcHrW4uoI/AAAAAAAAAYo/xldJlvaV7y4/s72-c/hair+002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580132779723127459.post-3008097366273380080</id><published>2009-04-22T15:31:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T15:47:02.950-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ever, Ever</title><content type='html'>My hair is the longest it's ever been. Ever, ever, ever, ever.  I watched "The Wind in the Willows", the PBS English version, and Toad promised to "never ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever,EVER, ever...etc ...drive a motor car again."  But we all know he lied.  I'm not fibbing when I say that my hair is the longest it's ever,ever, ever, ever, EVER been!&lt;br /&gt;Just thought you might want to know this.&lt;br /&gt;How long is it you say?&lt;br /&gt;It's so long that it gets caught in my arm pits!&lt;br /&gt;It's so long that it almost could serve as a modesty cover (if you know what I mean)&lt;br /&gt;Well, thats all I guess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8580132779723127459-3008097366273380080?l=flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3008097366273380080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580132779723127459&amp;postID=3008097366273380080' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580132779723127459/posts/default/3008097366273380080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580132779723127459/posts/default/3008097366273380080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com/2009/04/ever-ever.html' title='Ever, Ever'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01411842451151787159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WxfVRe8ysTs/S47ip060fyI/AAAAAAAAAZw/TlKAJi5m0fw/S220/Christmas+%26+Misc+037.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580132779723127459.post-1369266208900301786</id><published>2009-04-18T12:25:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T12:44:18.897-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hurrayippy!!!</title><content type='html'>Kay isn't weird people!!  She is my hero!  I guess I had my Christmas background on 3 times or something silly like that.  What a goof am I.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway what have I been doing?&lt;br /&gt;1. I spent about 2 hours teaching my computer to learn my voice in my voice recognition program, and it still says " what was that?"  or "not able to do that at this time" :(    Kay.....:)&lt;br /&gt;2. Getting ready for the boy's graduation next month.  By the way, the day after we got our pictures of him in his prom dudes he went out and had the top of his hair dyed RED.  Just in time for graduation and by that time it will have faded to orange or pink.  hee, hee.&lt;br /&gt;3. I just downloaded messanger and I invited some of you and some I didn't, but thats not because of anything, I just went and pulled from my addresses.  I will not be available very often anyway because we don't have internet at the house.  I use the library you know.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, good for now.  Next time I will tell you a good story.  Promise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8580132779723127459-1369266208900301786?l=flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1369266208900301786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580132779723127459&amp;postID=1369266208900301786' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580132779723127459/posts/default/1369266208900301786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580132779723127459/posts/default/1369266208900301786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com/2009/04/hurrayippy.html' title='Hurrayippy!!!'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01411842451151787159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WxfVRe8ysTs/S47ip060fyI/AAAAAAAAAZw/TlKAJi5m0fw/S220/Christmas+%26+Misc+037.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580132779723127459.post-6410342525873712359</id><published>2009-03-10T17:11:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T17:20:52.690-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello</title><content type='html'>Well I'm back. &lt;br /&gt;First thing.  I Can't change my stupid Christmas background!!!!  I try and try and try and I just can't do it!  Imagine a foot stomp and sniffle after that sentence.&lt;br /&gt;Second.  I don't know how much time I can really put into this blog thing.  My last post was in January!  I will have to think about it. &lt;br /&gt;Third.  I may have to give all of my secret information to my sister and have her change my background for me.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hee&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hee&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;D.  My computer lid was cracked and I got it fixed for free by H.P. because of some recall or some such thing on the lid hinges.  Yippee!!!  I was sad about my computer, and now I'm not sad anymore.&lt;br /&gt;E.  I have lost  11 pounds and about 20 inches so far on my diet.  I keep trudging along.&lt;br /&gt;And six.  We have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;mystery&lt;/span&gt; flowers &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;coming&lt;/span&gt; up here in our yard.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Mayhaps&lt;/span&gt; tulips, or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;daffodils&lt;/span&gt;.  When we find out what they are we will move them where we want them. &lt;br /&gt;Okay.  I have to go home and feed my family...they think they need to eat!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Cheesh&lt;/span&gt;!  Some people, huh!  :) &lt;br /&gt;I will catch up on all of your blogs as soon as I can&lt;br /&gt;  Hi Melissa!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8580132779723127459-6410342525873712359?l=flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6410342525873712359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580132779723127459&amp;postID=6410342525873712359' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580132779723127459/posts/default/6410342525873712359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580132779723127459/posts/default/6410342525873712359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com/2009/03/hello.html' title='Hello'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01411842451151787159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WxfVRe8ysTs/S47ip060fyI/AAAAAAAAAZw/TlKAJi5m0fw/S220/Christmas+%26+Misc+037.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580132779723127459.post-2507089098843671119</id><published>2009-01-28T18:42:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T18:50:57.094-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What's Happening</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;The kids are getting the third snow day tomorrow...well, make that an "ice" day.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;My oldest girl fell on the stairs Sunday and maybe broke her big toe, but maybe not because she is much better today.  She had to use crutches on Monday and now her underarms are brused. :(&lt;/div&gt;It sounds like a big horrible thing to almost break your toe, but she falls on the stairs about twice a week.  I'm just glad it's not her neck!  Yes, she is a little clumsy. &lt;br /&gt;My son, now 18, used a rubber mallet hammer to get the ice off of his car.  He knows that you can crack the glass, he had to get the ice off of ALL of his car...I guess it goes better when it's ice free.  My sinus infection from you know where is comming back.  I can't even get my netti pot to work.  The water wont even go through. Sad.  My face bones hurt as well as my teeth.  I hate winter!  Okay, I will visit your blog(s) next visit to the library.  Right now I'm at the house using the little ones puter.  Okay bye. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8580132779723127459-2507089098843671119?l=flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2507089098843671119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580132779723127459&amp;postID=2507089098843671119' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580132779723127459/posts/default/2507089098843671119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580132779723127459/posts/default/2507089098843671119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com/2009/01/whats-happening.html' title='What&apos;s Happening'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01411842451151787159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WxfVRe8ysTs/S47ip060fyI/AAAAAAAAAZw/TlKAJi5m0fw/S220/Christmas+%26+Misc+037.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580132779723127459.post-1608176646267015632</id><published>2009-01-13T17:25:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T17:30:31.681-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I got a camera for Christmas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WxfVRe8ysTs/SW0jr0jhupI/AAAAAAAAAW8/PZVH1jDRlu0/s1600-h/new+pictures+065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290924372979202706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WxfVRe8ysTs/SW0jr0jhupI/AAAAAAAAAW8/PZVH1jDRlu0/s200/new+pictures+065.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is my runny eye. And by the way...what color would you say? Hazel or brown? Kay always said "sewer brown", but we know how she is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8580132779723127459-1608176646267015632?l=flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1608176646267015632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580132779723127459&amp;postID=1608176646267015632' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580132779723127459/posts/default/1608176646267015632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580132779723127459/posts/default/1608176646267015632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-got-camera-for-christmas.html' title='I got a camera for Christmas!'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01411842451151787159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WxfVRe8ysTs/S47ip060fyI/AAAAAAAAAZw/TlKAJi5m0fw/S220/Christmas+%26+Misc+037.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WxfVRe8ysTs/SW0jr0jhupI/AAAAAAAAAW8/PZVH1jDRlu0/s72-c/new+pictures+065.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580132779723127459.post-6107433338650762784</id><published>2009-01-08T15:07:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T15:24:42.302-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Deer!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WxfVRe8ysTs/SWZu8tpgPvI/AAAAAAAAAW0/dl0vT0HwoJ8/s1600-h/Christmas+%26+Misc+071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289036801718107890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WxfVRe8ysTs/SWZu8tpgPvI/AAAAAAAAAW0/dl0vT0HwoJ8/s200/Christmas+%26+Misc+071.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WxfVRe8ysTs/SWZuJuWmQBI/AAAAAAAAAWs/sUq3VQ9RGVY/s1600-h/Christmas+%26+Misc+071.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WxfVRe8ysTs/SWZt6wNvN8I/AAAAAAAAAWk/McSL3uc23pU/s1600-h/Christmas+%26+Misc+072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289035668535588802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WxfVRe8ysTs/SWZt6wNvN8I/AAAAAAAAAWk/McSL3uc23pU/s200/Christmas+%26+Misc+072.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WxfVRe8ysTs/SWZtxd2tjOI/AAAAAAAAAWc/B8A1iaFQLRE/s1600-h/Christmas+%26+Misc+073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289035508988349666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WxfVRe8ysTs/SWZtxd2tjOI/AAAAAAAAAWc/B8A1iaFQLRE/s200/Christmas+%26+Misc+073.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WxfVRe8ysTs/SWZtoDLO7TI/AAAAAAAAAWU/cssbJJR7r5c/s1600-h/Christmas+%26+Misc+074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289035347207843122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WxfVRe8ysTs/SWZtoDLO7TI/AAAAAAAAAWU/cssbJJR7r5c/s200/Christmas+%26+Misc+074.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WxfVRe8ysTs/SWZtWaRooHI/AAAAAAAAAWM/K0a65dGEyYw/s1600-h/Christmas+%26+Misc+075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289035044171063410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WxfVRe8ysTs/SWZtWaRooHI/AAAAAAAAAWM/K0a65dGEyYw/s200/Christmas+%26+Misc+075.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WxfVRe8ysTs/SWZtLVx7-TI/AAAAAAAAAWE/F8N0mW1h4Ag/s1600-h/Christmas+%26+Misc+077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289034853985810738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WxfVRe8ysTs/SWZtLVx7-TI/AAAAAAAAAWE/F8N0mW1h4Ag/s200/Christmas+%26+Misc+077.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8580132779723127459-6107433338650762784?l=flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6107433338650762784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580132779723127459&amp;postID=6107433338650762784' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580132779723127459/posts/default/6107433338650762784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580132779723127459/posts/default/6107433338650762784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com/2009/01/oh-deer.html' title='Oh Deer!'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01411842451151787159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WxfVRe8ysTs/S47ip060fyI/AAAAAAAAAZw/TlKAJi5m0fw/S220/Christmas+%26+Misc+037.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WxfVRe8ysTs/SWZu8tpgPvI/AAAAAAAAAW0/dl0vT0HwoJ8/s72-c/Christmas+%26+Misc+071.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580132779723127459.post-2008585425612986715</id><published>2008-12-19T22:30:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T22:38:04.209-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Shared Sadness</title><content type='html'>Tony died.  Maria and Tony just wanted to go to a special place, he was going to take her hand and be halfway there...somewhere...sometime, and now he's dead.  They all killed him...killed him with their hate!!  Poor Maria.  I almost cried!&lt;br /&gt;The other sadness I have to share is that I have a great big bubble blister on my pointer finger on my right hand.  I got it cutting frozen bread at work.  I want to pop it, but know better so I won't.  I guess if I cry over Tony and Maria I could say it's from my blister.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8580132779723127459-2008585425612986715?l=flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2008585425612986715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580132779723127459&amp;postID=2008585425612986715' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580132779723127459/posts/default/2008585425612986715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580132779723127459/posts/default/2008585425612986715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com/2008/12/some-shared-sadness.html' title='Some Shared Sadness'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01411842451151787159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WxfVRe8ysTs/S47ip060fyI/AAAAAAAAAZw/TlKAJi5m0fw/S220/Christmas+%26+Misc+037.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580132779723127459.post-6679134190256150429</id><published>2008-12-11T20:13:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T20:23:46.859-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday Thirteen</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Thirteen things that I enjoy about the winter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1.Being warm inside while it's cold outside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2. Hot tea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;3. Hot chocolate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;4. Thanksgiving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;5. Christmas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;6. Listening to the snow fall in the middle of the night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;7. Seeing the frost patterns on the windows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;8.Hallmark specials on T.V.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;9.How the night sky looks...I love to star gaze&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;10.Getting to bundle up...coat, gloves, hat, scarf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;11.not getting woke up by sun light at 6a.m.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;12.Frosty air&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;13.The smell of snow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8580132779723127459-6679134190256150429?l=flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6679134190256150429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580132779723127459&amp;postID=6679134190256150429' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580132779723127459/posts/default/6679134190256150429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580132779723127459/posts/default/6679134190256150429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com/2008/12/thursday-thirteen.html' title='Thursday Thirteen'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01411842451151787159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WxfVRe8ysTs/S47ip060fyI/AAAAAAAAAZw/TlKAJi5m0fw/S220/Christmas+%26+Misc+037.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580132779723127459.post-1239528888964132284</id><published>2008-12-10T21:32:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T21:39:18.698-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Camper</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WxfVRe8ysTs/SUCKoYQ1FUI/AAAAAAAAAV0/Isu5QYrRkj4/s1600-h/Smile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278371189590660418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 109px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WxfVRe8ysTs/SUCKoYQ1FUI/AAAAAAAAAV0/Isu5QYrRkj4/s200/Smile.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; If you have to go camping, at least be happy about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As you can see, it annoys your friends. :)  Win/win situation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8580132779723127459-1239528888964132284?l=flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1239528888964132284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580132779723127459&amp;postID=1239528888964132284' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580132779723127459/posts/default/1239528888964132284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580132779723127459/posts/default/1239528888964132284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-camper.html' title='Happy Camper'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01411842451151787159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WxfVRe8ysTs/S47ip060fyI/AAAAAAAAAZw/TlKAJi5m0fw/S220/Christmas+%26+Misc+037.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WxfVRe8ysTs/SUCKoYQ1FUI/AAAAAAAAAV0/Isu5QYrRkj4/s72-c/Smile.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580132779723127459.post-3317162645799976381</id><published>2008-12-05T21:43:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T22:01:44.071-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Whatever...</title><content type='html'>Firstly, Mom, I don't know why I keep getting dropped while we are IM ing.&lt;br /&gt;Nextly, We might have figured out our heating problem.  We are using a pellet stove, and a Eden Pure radiant heater.  It's a lovely 74 in the house.  But probably around 67 in the bedroom.  Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;Also, Robin had her baby, and she had a little girl just like I told her to do.  Good girl (s). :)&lt;br /&gt;Our big cat is a little pushy these days. And the little one is also a bully!  She attacks Jerry...on the bed...at night...while we are trying to go to sleep. Fun times.  But don't worry, I have so many blankets on the bed that we don't feel the claws...and teeth. Yup, fun times.&lt;br /&gt;OK!  I have a new meme to start.  I made it up myself today at work.  If anyone says that they have already done or seen it they are wrong because I made it up myself today at work.&lt;br /&gt;You know all of the blah,blah,blah and than you have to tell four (or more) things about yourself that NO ONE knows! Not even family.  I will tag 3 people or so, and than since I know just about everyone after that you really don't need to tag anyone...just everyone do it!&lt;br /&gt;Me first.&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm, let me think...OK.&lt;br /&gt;1. I talk to inanimate objects.. some examples: oven at work (don't burn me!), cookie cutter, car, you get it.&lt;br /&gt;2. I often skip when I could just walk.&lt;br /&gt;3. I've developed the ability to suddenly "just appear" behind people with out them hearing me, and they turn and "oh yipes!, you scared me"  I don't mean to creep, but I guess I do.  Funny since I skip a lot.&lt;br /&gt;4. I peed in Kay's shower once, and I'm not one bit sorry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tag Spinster, Queen, and Mom's.  Remember, it has to be something that your pretty sure only YOU know you do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8580132779723127459-3317162645799976381?l=flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3317162645799976381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580132779723127459&amp;postID=3317162645799976381' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580132779723127459/posts/default/3317162645799976381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580132779723127459/posts/default/3317162645799976381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com/2008/12/just-whatever.html' title='Just Whatever...'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01411842451151787159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WxfVRe8ysTs/S47ip060fyI/AAAAAAAAAZw/TlKAJi5m0fw/S220/Christmas+%26+Misc+037.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580132779723127459.post-8670763951816989604</id><published>2008-12-02T21:53:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T22:12:02.045-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Day?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WxfVRe8ysTs/STYDmtcO9XI/AAAAAAAAAVs/H61Le5PWQ60/s1600-h/Cranky%21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 119px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WxfVRe8ysTs/STYDmtcO9XI/AAAAAAAAAVs/H61Le5PWQ60/s200/Cranky%21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275407977079043442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ever have one of those days?  You know, the day that everyone is so stupid, or annoying? &lt;br /&gt;  It's easy to think that your the only one to have a bad day.  I sometimes can have a bad week!&lt;br /&gt; But today, and the last few weeks have actually been rather good for me.  I try really hard to not get pulled into the teenage drama, and when someone is grouchy I just growl back.:)&lt;br /&gt; I have found it a stress reducer to stick my tongue out at my husband when he is being especially "special"  He sticks his right back out at me and than  gives me a smile.  So I guess it's alright to do.  Now I don't recommend that you stick your tongue out at the snarky check out lady, but if you do PLEASE let me know what happens!!&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and if you do it to someone while they are turned around....well, just remember that people are pretty quick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8580132779723127459-8670763951816989604?l=flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8670763951816989604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580132779723127459&amp;postID=8670763951816989604' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580132779723127459/posts/default/8670763951816989604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580132779723127459/posts/default/8670763951816989604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com/2008/12/bad-day.html' title='Bad Day?'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01411842451151787159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WxfVRe8ysTs/S47ip060fyI/AAAAAAAAAZw/TlKAJi5m0fw/S220/Christmas+%26+Misc+037.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WxfVRe8ysTs/STYDmtcO9XI/AAAAAAAAAVs/H61Le5PWQ60/s72-c/Cranky%21.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580132779723127459.post-8352238598941477907</id><published>2008-11-23T13:43:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T14:12:00.178-06:00</updated><title type='text'>KILLER QUEEN</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;1. Put your i pod/mp3 on shuffle to get the answers to the questions.  use the next button to get the next answer...use the  song that shows up!&lt;br /&gt;2. I got this from Kay at Loop De Loops blog.&lt;br /&gt;IF SOMEONE SAY'S "IS THIS OKAY" YOU SAY?&lt;br /&gt;SUNSHINE ON MY SHOULDERS-JOHN DENVER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT WOULD BEST DESCRIBE YOUR PERSONALITY?&lt;br /&gt;STAY THE NIGHT-CHICAGO...WELL, MAYBE NOT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU LIKE IN A GUY/GIRL?&lt;br /&gt;DE LA VUELTA-MARC ANTHONY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW DO YOU FEEL TODAY?&lt;br /&gt;TAKE ME HOME TONIGHT-EDDIE MONEY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS YOUR LIFE'S PURPOSE?&lt;br /&gt;WORD ON A WING-DAVID BOWIE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS YOUR MOTTO?&lt;br /&gt;CRACKED ACTOR-DAVID BOWIE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOUR FRIENDS THINK OF YOU?&lt;br /&gt;CHANGES-DAVID BOWIE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT VERY OFTEN?&lt;br /&gt;THE WIDTH OF A CIRCLE-DAVID BOWIE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS 2+2?&lt;br /&gt;REBEL REBEL-DAVID BOWIE...DEPENDS ON WHO THE 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR BEST FRIEND?&lt;br /&gt;ALONG COMES A WOMAN-CHICAGO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK OF THE PERSON YOU LIKE?&lt;br /&gt;FAITHFULLY-JOURNEY...SWEET&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS YOUR LIFE STORY?&lt;br /&gt;THE THRILL IS GONE-B.B.KING...HA, HA, HA, SO SAD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU WANT TO BE WHEN YOU GROW UP?&lt;br /&gt;BLUE JEAN-DAVID BOWIE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK WHEN YOU SEE THE PERSON YOU LIKE?&lt;br /&gt;HEROES-DAVID BOWIE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOUR PARENTS THINK OF YOU?&lt;br /&gt;WHEN I SEE YOU SMILE-BAD ENGLISH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT WILL THEY PLAY AT YOUR FUNERAL?&lt;br /&gt;ANDY WARHOL-DAVID BOWIE...BUT p. PROMISED TO PLAY ANOTHER ONE BITES THE DUST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS YOUR HOBBY/INTEREST?&lt;br /&gt;TEENAGE WILDLIFE-DAVID BOWIE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST SECRET?&lt;br /&gt;LOVE IS ALL- MARC ANTHONY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR FRIENDS?&lt;br /&gt;FLY AWAY-JOHN DENVER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS THE WORST THING THAT COULD HAPPEN?&lt;br /&gt;FASHION-DAVID BOWIE...TRUE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW WILL YOU DIE?&lt;br /&gt;SEVEN SEAS OF RHYE-QUEEN...AAARG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS THE ONE THING YOU REGRET?&lt;br /&gt;UNDER PRESSURE-D.BOWIE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT MAKES YOU LAUGH?&lt;br /&gt;DANCING IN THE STREET-D.BOWIE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT MAKES YOU CRY?&lt;br /&gt;MODERN LOVE-D.BOWIE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT SCARES YOU THE MOST?&lt;br /&gt;CHAINS AND THINGS-B.B.KING...HONEST, IT JUST CAME UP, AND IT'S TRUE. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DOES ANYONE LIKE YOU?&lt;br /&gt;MR.ROBOTO-STYX&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF YOU COULD GO BACK IN TIME WHAT WOULD YOU CHANGE?&lt;br /&gt;BENNIE AND THE JETS-ELTON JOHN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT HURTS RIGHT NOW?&lt;br /&gt;CHINA GIRL-D.BOWIE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT WILL YOU POST THIS AS?&lt;br /&gt;KILLER QUEEN-QUEEN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8580132779723127459-8352238598941477907?l=flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8352238598941477907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580132779723127459&amp;postID=8352238598941477907' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580132779723127459/posts/default/8352238598941477907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580132779723127459/posts/default/8352238598941477907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com/2008/11/killer-queen.html' title='KILLER QUEEN'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01411842451151787159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WxfVRe8ysTs/S47ip060fyI/AAAAAAAAAZw/TlKAJi5m0fw/S220/Christmas+%26+Misc+037.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580132779723127459.post-3785729649156417157</id><published>2008-11-23T12:52:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T13:11:51.563-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Some things that I like.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WxfVRe8ysTs/SSmpy4v3LbI/AAAAAAAAAVk/vEuqU7ZBXCM/s1600-h/st_copy__2__of_chubbykitty_153.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 119px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WxfVRe8ysTs/SSmpy4v3LbI/AAAAAAAAAVk/vEuqU7ZBXCM/s200/st_copy__2__of_chubbykitty_153.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271931530505563570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WxfVRe8ysTs/SSmpG3vjMVI/AAAAAAAAAVc/NrLJVfKprpI/s1600-h/546.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 141px; height: 141px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WxfVRe8ysTs/SSmpG3vjMVI/AAAAAAAAAVc/NrLJVfKprpI/s200/546.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271930774321574226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WxfVRe8ysTs/SSmnOpFVz_I/AAAAAAAAAVU/eYt5OrNHfpM/s1600-h/image01212.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 130px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WxfVRe8ysTs/SSmnOpFVz_I/AAAAAAAAAVU/eYt5OrNHfpM/s200/image01212.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271928708802138098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sitting on my bed...using the inter net!  Go figure.&lt;br /&gt;The TV is playing an old Pink Panther, the one with the actor who isn't Peter Sellers.  Not that great I think.  Funny, but not the same.  Better looking than Peter Sellers, but not as funny.&lt;br /&gt;Tell me some of your favorite things.  I bet all agree on the chocolate!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/sparkie/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/sparkie/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/sparkie/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot-2.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8580132779723127459-3785729649156417157?l=flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3785729649156417157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580132779723127459&amp;postID=3785729649156417157' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580132779723127459/posts/default/3785729649156417157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580132779723127459/posts/default/3785729649156417157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com/2008/11/some-things-that-i-like.html' title='Some things that I like.'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01411842451151787159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WxfVRe8ysTs/S47ip060fyI/AAAAAAAAAZw/TlKAJi5m0fw/S220/Christmas+%26+Misc+037.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WxfVRe8ysTs/SSmpy4v3LbI/AAAAAAAAAVk/vEuqU7ZBXCM/s72-c/st_copy__2__of_chubbykitty_153.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580132779723127459.post-6313632881417648128</id><published>2008-11-15T14:16:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T14:22:42.179-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Furries!!</title><content type='html'>The weather has taken a turn for the winter here in my wonderful state. Last night after watching the weather my youngest (12) said "Mom! We are gonna have snow furries tomorrow!" I said, "Yes, or snow flurries" She didn't mean to say furries, but now, of course, that's what I will forever and ever call them. And it has been a little furry today&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8580132779723127459-6313632881417648128?l=flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6313632881417648128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580132779723127459&amp;postID=6313632881417648128' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580132779723127459/posts/default/6313632881417648128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580132779723127459/posts/default/6313632881417648128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com/2008/11/furries.html' title='Furries!!'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01411842451151787159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WxfVRe8ysTs/S47ip060fyI/AAAAAAAAAZw/TlKAJi5m0fw/S220/Christmas+%26+Misc+037.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580132779723127459.post-4409751899453398674</id><published>2008-11-10T15:48:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T15:53:39.368-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Blah, blah, blah.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This is a rainy, wonderfully dreary day.  I am sitting on my daughters messy bed in her messy room using the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt;.  The upstairs gets someones &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt;.  Yes, I guess we are pirates.&lt;br /&gt;My throat hurts, and my sinus' are creepy too.  Anytime the weather changes my body from the shoulders up goes "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;bloingko&lt;/span&gt;!"  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;That's&lt;/span&gt; my word for it.  Feel free to use it if you want to, no charge.  I shall attempt to put a few poems on this.&lt;br /&gt;Never mind, I'll do it later.  Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8580132779723127459-4409751899453398674?l=flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4409751899453398674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580132779723127459&amp;postID=4409751899453398674' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580132779723127459/posts/default/4409751899453398674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580132779723127459/posts/default/4409751899453398674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com/2008/11/blah-blah-blah.html' title='Blah, blah, blah.'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01411842451151787159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WxfVRe8ysTs/S47ip060fyI/AAAAAAAAAZw/TlKAJi5m0fw/S220/Christmas+%26+Misc+037.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580132779723127459.post-8533386603977018560</id><published>2008-11-04T16:39:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T16:55:53.826-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Kay</title><content type='html'>So, it's FPO, and not FTO.  Sorry.   Kay, that's funny because this guy has been a" joy" to P. for several weeks, and he (FPO) was on the side of the road and slipped down into a ditch!  P's exact words to me when telling me this story were, "he rolled down a hill and into a ditch. (it was dark out)  P. looked for him and couldn't find him, and thought he might be in the other patrol car...so he left.  He was the tail end of a cop car convoy.  The first car went and P just had to go also.&lt;br /&gt;Whats second funny about this is that he landed on his mace and sprayed his butt!!&lt;br /&gt;Whats thirdly funny about this is that (he was only a block from the station) a Seargent drove by him on his way into work and said "their is a suspicious man in "overalls" walking along the road...go check it out."  It was the cop!  And another officer picked him up.&lt;br /&gt;Some other guy sent e-mails all around the department saying things like..&lt;br /&gt;" Academy=$5000., Equipment=$1000., Nice shiny patrol car=10,000., leaving your FPO on the side of the road=priceless."&lt;br /&gt;It's a training process that is really like having someone tell you how to do what you already know what to do.  Also to introduce you to department procedures.  Ok, thats all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8580132779723127459-8533386603977018560?l=flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8533386603977018560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580132779723127459&amp;postID=8533386603977018560' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580132779723127459/posts/default/8533386603977018560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580132779723127459/posts/default/8533386603977018560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com/2008/11/kay.html' title='Kay'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01411842451151787159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WxfVRe8ysTs/S47ip060fyI/AAAAAAAAAZw/TlKAJi5m0fw/S220/Christmas+%26+Misc+037.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580132779723127459.post-633528529035789369</id><published>2008-11-01T14:11:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T14:32:28.846-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Laugh, monkey girl, laugh!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;When was the last time you laughed really hard?  I did just last week, when my husband left his FTO beside the road in the dark after the guy fell into a ditch.  Sweet!&lt;br /&gt;The cartoon above is there because of another time when I laughed really hard.&lt;br /&gt;My Dad had just had mouth surgery ( wisdom teeth at 60-something) and my Mom and I were driving home talking about the road we were on, and weather, and other interesting stuff.  My Pops was in the back bench seat of the mini van, and we thought he was out, because he was very "out" if you know what I mean.  All of a sudden he throws himself  ( drapes his arms on the back of the seat in front of him) on the seat in front of him and says in a strange creepy story teller voice.." It was a dark and stormy night, and I was driving home from work on highway 50..."   Mom and I just looked at each other and at him and busted up laughing!!!   He was like.. what?   He just wanted to share a road/weather story with us.  He was really, really feeling good.    I had never seen my Dad that silly before, but let me tell you,  It was great!!&lt;br /&gt;So, when was the last time you had to just laugh?  Not the polite snicker snicker reserved for tv shows, but the real tear running down your face laughing?  I would like to have you tell me about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8580132779723127459-633528529035789369?l=flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/633528529035789369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580132779723127459&amp;postID=633528529035789369' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580132779723127459/posts/default/633528529035789369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580132779723127459/posts/default/633528529035789369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com/2008/11/laugh-monkey-girl-laugh.html' title='Laugh, monkey girl, laugh!!'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01411842451151787159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WxfVRe8ysTs/S47ip060fyI/AAAAAAAAAZw/TlKAJi5m0fw/S220/Christmas+%26+Misc+037.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580132779723127459.post-8095051437067476756</id><published>2008-10-25T13:25:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T13:40:56.642-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Not much to say today.</title><content type='html'>I don't have anything very important to say to you all today.  My job is going alright I suppose, and Hubbies is going fine also. &lt;br /&gt;It's cold these days, and we don't think the pellet stove is going to keep us very warm this winter.  I hope it does, but I don't think it will.&lt;br /&gt;I'm reading a book of short stories by Stephen King "Everything's Eventual"  It's actually very good so far.  Not all of them are scary stories.  The ones that are a little too much (a short story about the guy in the Dark Tower series- that I don't like) I just skip over.  I really enjoy reading short stories.  S.K. said in his introduction, that short stories are dying out, and that he writes so many each year just to keep it up.  Apparently it's not as easy to write a short story as one would think.  And everyone wants books.  Not as many magazines left that publish short stories, etc.&lt;br /&gt;So I buy books of short stories, great American short stories, short stories of all kinds, just to keep it alive.  I do my part. :)&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling poetic this time of year.  I think I will churn out a few poems here in the next few days.  I will share if they are any good.  I know I should write even when I don't feel like it, but I enjoy it more when I'm "in the mood" to write.&lt;br /&gt;My friend from P.H. might read this, and if so "Hi Friend"  You know who I'm talking to!! :)&lt;br /&gt;I might get to switch computers with my husband, before he kills his.  It just doesn't like him, or the other way around.  Go figure that he wouldn't have any patients for computers.  He has  to think about it.  Our friend he used to work with will help us switch out.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, you all have a good weekend, and week.  Stay warm and I hope it doesn't snow on you.  I really hope that if it has to snow somewhere, it's on you and not me!!!  I mean that with love.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8580132779723127459-8095051437067476756?l=flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8095051437067476756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580132779723127459&amp;postID=8095051437067476756' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580132779723127459/posts/default/8095051437067476756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580132779723127459/posts/default/8095051437067476756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com/2008/10/not-much-to-say-today.html' title='Not much to say today.'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01411842451151787159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WxfVRe8ysTs/S47ip060fyI/AAAAAAAAAZw/TlKAJi5m0fw/S220/Christmas+%26+Misc+037.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580132779723127459.post-5557613230206158497</id><published>2008-10-18T13:20:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T13:52:12.504-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures from the Visit.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WxfVRe8ysTs/SPoto-Tf1EI/AAAAAAAAAU8/9TrKqkSDWmc/s1600-h/visit+024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258565696851268674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WxfVRe8ysTs/SPoto-Tf1EI/AAAAAAAAAU8/9TrKqkSDWmc/s200/visit+024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The bounty of my Mom's garden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WxfVRe8ysTs/SPoqZfMvA2I/AAAAAAAAAU0/4DDBPUswDwU/s1600-h/visit+015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258562132268483426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WxfVRe8ysTs/SPoqZfMvA2I/AAAAAAAAAU0/4DDBPUswDwU/s200/visit+015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a picture of my husband cutting tile in the back yard.  He made a face mask by using clothes pins to hold a sock around his mouth and nose. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WxfVRe8ysTs/SPoqNrgBuhI/AAAAAAAAAUs/QDZyxy8FNlI/s1600-h/visit+014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258561929412196882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WxfVRe8ysTs/SPoqNrgBuhI/AAAAAAAAAUs/QDZyxy8FNlI/s200/visit+014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So, my Mom and I are in the kitchen and she looks up and sees this cat head looking at her.  Just Boo kitty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WxfVRe8ysTs/SPoqEEf-30I/AAAAAAAAAUk/K8zuqL_Yb2I/s1600-h/visit+011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258561764324204354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WxfVRe8ysTs/SPoqEEf-30I/AAAAAAAAAUk/K8zuqL_Yb2I/s200/visit+011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A picture of our finished hearth with the pellet stove. And Jerry cat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WxfVRe8ysTs/SPopthgexKI/AAAAAAAAAUc/7Evmq097CpY/s1600-h/visit+008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258561376973931682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WxfVRe8ysTs/SPopthgexKI/AAAAAAAAAUc/7Evmq097CpY/s200/visit+008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a picture of the stuff we put on our ledge in the living room.  The red Fisher Price toy clock is mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WxfVRe8ysTs/SPopjpIewpI/AAAAAAAAAUU/xeNBz7I9ccE/s1600-h/visit+007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258561207222059666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WxfVRe8ysTs/SPopjpIewpI/AAAAAAAAAUU/xeNBz7I9ccE/s200/visit+007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the desk my parents brought me.  It used to be my Grandmother's desk, and now it's mine.  Kay, I shall put my name on it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In all, the visit was very nice.  We are still getting the kitchen floor tiled, and now the hall way is also torn up in getting ready.  We work around my husbands days off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess someone who knows my in-laws have given us a brand new (almost) double reclining sofa.  My husband is going to have to go to Branson early this week to pick it up.  My in-laws are also moving to another home- larger I think, but in the same region.  My mother in law likes to move.  I don't think I do.&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8580132779723127459-5557613230206158497?l=flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5557613230206158497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580132779723127459&amp;postID=5557613230206158497' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580132779723127459/posts/default/5557613230206158497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580132779723127459/posts/default/5557613230206158497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com/2008/10/pictures-from-visit.html' title='Pictures from the Visit.'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01411842451151787159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WxfVRe8ysTs/S47ip060fyI/AAAAAAAAAZw/TlKAJi5m0fw/S220/Christmas+%26+Misc+037.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WxfVRe8ysTs/SPoto-Tf1EI/AAAAAAAAAU8/9TrKqkSDWmc/s72-c/visit+024.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580132779723127459.post-160908976305996594</id><published>2008-10-11T14:31:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T14:55:33.177-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Let the Fun Begin !</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;They are here!!!  We are right now at the library and I'm using my husbands lap top and mom is using mine.  Don't ever get her a lap top !  Ever!  I think she would throw it at you, but first she would thank you, and than throw it at you.&lt;br /&gt;We have gone out to eat, had sandwiches at the house, broke one pair of flip flops, started the tile work on the kitchen floor, napped on the couch a little, got lost in Springfield, went into some junk stores, and bought a diet Pepsi instead of a real one by mistake.  This is the first full day.  You have to remember that these things have been done by any of 7 people.  For instance, I did the bad on the Pepsi.  My eldest daughter broke the flip flop.  My dad did the tile work.  Ha, ha, ha, ha,ha.  Not really.  He did the nap work on the couch.&lt;br /&gt;My parents need to get a cell phone.  Visit momstheword blog to get the why on that.&lt;br /&gt;The visit is going great.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8580132779723127459-160908976305996594?l=flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/160908976305996594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580132779723127459&amp;postID=160908976305996594' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580132779723127459/posts/default/160908976305996594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580132779723127459/posts/default/160908976305996594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com/2008/10/let.html' title='Let the Fun Begin !'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01411842451151787159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WxfVRe8ysTs/S47ip060fyI/AAAAAAAAAZw/TlKAJi5m0fw/S220/Christmas+%26+Misc+037.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580132779723127459.post-6516622316245506557</id><published>2008-10-08T17:10:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T17:18:25.389-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Visit</title><content type='html'>My folks are gonna brave the wide beauty of Kansas this week just to come and see me!! &lt;br /&gt;Ok!  See the kids.&lt;br /&gt;And my husband.&lt;br /&gt;But they have to see me if they want to see them!!  Ha!&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, we will have the same plans that we always have.&lt;br /&gt;1.  Eat at the home-probably cold cuts and chips.&lt;br /&gt;2. Eat a BBQ meal at home, burgers, brats, b.beans, p.salad, etc.&lt;br /&gt;3. Go out somewhere to eat.  This gets more expensive each year, but we only go out a couple times each visit.&lt;br /&gt;4. Sit and look at each other while someone (no names mentioned because I don't want anyone to make fun of my dad) sleeps on the couch.&lt;br /&gt;5. Sit and talk about what we can do.&lt;br /&gt;6. Get begged to go to walmart by at least one child.&lt;br /&gt;7. Maybe go to the dollar store.&lt;br /&gt;8. And finally, remember all the cool things I wanted to do only when they are halfway home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8580132779723127459-6516622316245506557?l=flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6516622316245506557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580132779723127459&amp;postID=6516622316245506557' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580132779723127459/posts/default/6516622316245506557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580132779723127459/posts/default/6516622316245506557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com/2008/10/visit.html' title='Visit'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01411842451151787159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WxfVRe8ysTs/S47ip060fyI/AAAAAAAAAZw/TlKAJi5m0fw/S220/Christmas+%26+Misc+037.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580132779723127459.post-6594810722113807164</id><published>2008-10-04T11:03:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T11:34:40.327-05:00</updated><title type='text'>meme meme meme meme</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I done been tagged to do this four meme thing, so here I go.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Four Places I regularly go over and over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wal- mart, Price Cutter, work, Son's work (until he gets his wings)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Four Places I would rather be right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Colorado, New Mexico, out side, in bed asleep&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Four of my Favorite places to eat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Taco Bell, Mexican place in Springfield, Chinese food, Sonic&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Four People I'm tagging right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I think anyone who wants to do this should. Just let me know so I can go see.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Four T.V. shows I watch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sara Conner's Chronicles, CSI NY, &amp;amp; Miami, Criminal Minds, Numbers.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Four people who e-mail me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sister in law, Robin, My Mom, My Aunt I.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8580132779723127459-6594810722113807164?l=flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6594810722113807164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580132779723127459&amp;postID=6594810722113807164' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580132779723127459/posts/default/6594810722113807164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580132779723127459/posts/default/6594810722113807164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com/2008/10/meme-meme-meme-meme.html' title='meme meme meme meme'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01411842451151787159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WxfVRe8ysTs/S47ip060fyI/AAAAAAAAAZw/TlKAJi5m0fw/S220/Christmas+%26+Misc+037.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580132779723127459.post-5683016069897064174</id><published>2008-10-01T15:11:00.018-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T15:34:45.169-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures</title><content type='html'>Here are some random pictures from my life. A few cats, birds, mess, husband, house. P. is trying to finish the hearth for our new wood pellet burning stove. At home today he is almost finished. He will grout it tomorrow. I will have a picture of the finished product.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WxfVRe8ysTs/SOPbsABIzFI/AAAAAAAAAQI/jJlqDQqsi50/s1600-h/New+home+pics+018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252283139409628242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WxfVRe8ysTs/SOPbsABIzFI/AAAAAAAAAQI/jJlqDQqsi50/s200/New+home+pics+018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jerry cat-wanting to go outside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WxfVRe8ysTs/SOPbmLxRWsI/AAAAAAAAAQA/AURKJAr72BA/s1600-h/New+home+pics+017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252283039485090498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WxfVRe8ysTs/SOPbmLxRWsI/AAAAAAAAAQA/AURKJAr72BA/s200/New+home+pics+017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; birds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WxfVRe8ysTs/SOPbfiG1C3I/AAAAAAAAAP4/bgEdFs7UFBU/s1600-h/New+home+pics+016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252282925222005618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WxfVRe8ysTs/SOPbfiG1C3I/AAAAAAAAAP4/bgEdFs7UFBU/s200/New+home+pics+016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; husband&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WxfVRe8ysTs/SOPbYaY46_I/AAAAAAAAAPw/5HlC2SG4g0w/s1600-h/New+home+pics+015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252282802891189234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WxfVRe8ysTs/SOPbYaY46_I/AAAAAAAAAPw/5HlC2SG4g0w/s200/New+home+pics+015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;back of house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WxfVRe8ysTs/SOPbSWD7ihI/AAAAAAAAAPo/_gSWj0P1nIQ/s1600-h/New+home+pics+014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252282698650323474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WxfVRe8ysTs/SOPbSWD7ihI/AAAAAAAAAPo/_gSWj0P1nIQ/s200/New+home+pics+014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;privacy fence with missing section&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WxfVRe8ysTs/SOPbLsZK59I/AAAAAAAAAPg/ZR1EDYg4EzI/s1600-h/New+home+pics+013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252282584385906642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WxfVRe8ysTs/SOPbLsZK59I/AAAAAAAAAPg/ZR1EDYg4EzI/s200/New+home+pics+013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mother in law room (ha, ha!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WxfVRe8ysTs/SOPbC7Lq3YI/AAAAAAAAAPY/jW-BzjMst-I/s1600-h/New+home+pics+009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252282433736990082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WxfVRe8ysTs/SOPbC7Lq3YI/AAAAAAAAAPY/jW-BzjMst-I/s200/New+home+pics+009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; husband squinting because he hates his new bi-focal glasses &amp;amp; can't see very well with them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WxfVRe8ysTs/SOPa-YKzyLI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/MVc2d1ELHuE/s1600-h/New+home+pics+012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252282355618662578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WxfVRe8ysTs/SOPa-YKzyLI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/MVc2d1ELHuE/s200/New+home+pics+012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Boo kitty looking at husband through hole &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WxfVRe8ysTs/SOPatzYCfBI/AAAAAAAAAPA/ozLu7yFbUis/s1600-h/New+home+pics+010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252282070864133138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WxfVRe8ysTs/SOPatzYCfBI/AAAAAAAAAPA/ozLu7yFbUis/s200/New+home+pics+010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; view from stairs of the mess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WxfVRe8ysTs/SOPalg0rxUI/AAAAAAAAAO4/gUOSafDkpew/s1600-h/New+home+pics+007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252281928445052226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WxfVRe8ysTs/SOPalg0rxUI/AAAAAAAAAO4/gUOSafDkpew/s200/New+home+pics+007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Boo kitty-still supervising&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WxfVRe8ysTs/SOPafyAldOI/AAAAAAAAAOw/hcu2WlK5hEQ/s1600-h/New+home+pics+005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252281829979157730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WxfVRe8ysTs/SOPafyAldOI/AAAAAAAAAOw/hcu2WlK5hEQ/s200/New+home+pics+005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; hey Kay, rub his belly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252281731526010786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WxfVRe8ysTs/SOPaaDPhp6I/AAAAAAAAAOo/rKj9i7hsDks/s200/New+home+pics+004.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Boo kitty.  She will jump off this onto the sofa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WxfVRe8ysTs/SOPaTNqSy9I/AAAAAAAAAOg/EZ3nug1yXHU/s1600-h/New+home+pics+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252281614063553490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WxfVRe8ysTs/SOPaTNqSy9I/AAAAAAAAAOg/EZ3nug1yXHU/s200/New+home+pics+002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WxfVRe8ysTs/SOPaLPiJf2I/AAAAAAAAAOY/GwnfVaUu4WM/s1600-h/New+home+pics+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252281477127307106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WxfVRe8ysTs/SOPaLPiJf2I/AAAAAAAAAOY/GwnfVaUu4WM/s200/New+home+pics+001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Boo in the poop pan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And thank you for your prayers.  I have noticed a change in attitude for me and the boy. &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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8580132779723127459-5683016069897064174?l=flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5683016069897064174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580132779723127459&amp;postID=5683016069897064174' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580132779723127459/posts/default/5683016069897064174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580132779723127459/posts/default/5683016069897064174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com/2008/10/pictures.html' title='Pictures'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01411842451151787159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WxfVRe8ysTs/S47ip060fyI/AAAAAAAAAZw/TlKAJi5m0fw/S220/Christmas+%26+Misc+037.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WxfVRe8ysTs/SOPbsABIzFI/AAAAAAAAAQI/jJlqDQqsi50/s72-c/New+home+pics+018.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580132779723127459.post-2008611222299733583</id><published>2008-09-27T12:50:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T13:21:59.931-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday</title><content type='html'>First, I work at a place called Fox's Pizza Den. I am the baker. I make chocolate chip cookies, sugar cookies that get frosted with butter cream frosting, no bake cookies, pecan puffs, rice crispy bars, and whatever else I'm told to make. I also make the frosting. I cut the bread(frozen) into 4 inch lengths, and on another day I put it into pans with butter on it...proof it in the proof box and bake. 30 min. This bread becomes sandwiches through the magic of someone else, or garlic bread.  (Ok, garlic bread doesn't make the bread into sandwiches, a person does.  Just thought I would clear that up for you.  The bread gets turned into garlic bread, OR sandwiches.  A person does this.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, I'm a bad, bad, bad, girl! I'm not- not drinking soda anymore. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third, and this is just a random thing here, I started taking pre-natal vitamins-because I feel that my body is deficient in a major way- and I have lost 5 pounds! Plus I feel a lot better too. Go figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fourth, I'm only taking those vitamins because I feel that they are like SUPER vitamins, not for any other reason-mom! Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fifth, I am at the library again, and this time I'm with all 3 kids! I like the library too, Robbie. It makes me feel smart. I don't know why, just like I have the possibility of being smarter because I'm at the library I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sixth, I don't have any pictures of the house yet, but I do have a really cute one of my Taffy cat sitting in the poop tray of our big birds cage. Yeah, you will need to see that one for sure now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seventh, I really am almost all moved in. It's just that this home was near a tornado, and their is a little work that has to be done, and it is sucking all of our bonus child, and boost, and refund credit tax stuff. Husband is now at this moment replacing the electric fireplace with a wood pellet stove. We are going, and by we I mean my husband, to put tile down in the kitchen and the back hall. We already have it. Ready to go, just need the time to do it. Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The back privacy fence is missing about one and a half sections (thank you tornado), and will have to be replaced.&lt;br /&gt;We are all well and kicking and sassy here.  I don't know if I will be able to have any set days for being on the computer, but I will always try to read all of your blogs even if I don't leave a comment.  &lt;br /&gt;Oh, eighth, the girls are doing fine with the school change, but the boy isn't.  He has decided that he isn't going to talk to anyone on the bus, and maybe in his two class', because he "isn't here to meet people".   I would really like those of you who would to please pray for this kid. 17 and going through a major attitude change, and not a change for the best.  I think he feels that if he makes friends, or has fun here he is betraying his girlfriend back in Pleasant Hope.  He has a job, so I don't know how he gets along with people there.  It's just a little bouncy right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8580132779723127459-2008611222299733583?l=flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2008611222299733583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580132779723127459&amp;postID=2008611222299733583' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580132779723127459/posts/default/2008611222299733583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580132779723127459/posts/default/2008611222299733583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com/2008/09/saturday.html' title='Saturday'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01411842451151787159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WxfVRe8ysTs/S47ip060fyI/AAAAAAAAAZw/TlKAJi5m0fw/S220/Christmas+%26+Misc+037.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580132779723127459.post-3118428808216135263</id><published>2008-09-22T17:44:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T17:53:06.965-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello Everybody!</title><content type='html'>Well, I'm back...kinda.&lt;br /&gt;I am at the library using wi- fi for free.&lt;br /&gt;I will come here probably twice a week to post and check up on what everyone is doing.&lt;br /&gt;My new work is alright so far, and I get half off my lunch.  And all the soda from the soda fountain I want!!!&lt;br /&gt;I will get pictures of the house posted next time I'm here if I can.  I have the two girls with me now, and one is on her computer and the other is bored, so next time I might come with only one...or none.  Anyway, until next time, bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8580132779723127459-3118428808216135263?l=flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3118428808216135263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580132779723127459&amp;postID=3118428808216135263' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580132779723127459/posts/default/3118428808216135263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580132779723127459/posts/default/3118428808216135263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com/2008/09/hello-everybody.html' title='Hello Everybody!'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01411842451151787159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WxfVRe8ysTs/S47ip060fyI/AAAAAAAAAZw/TlKAJi5m0fw/S220/Christmas+%26+Misc+037.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580132779723127459.post-3221009091374554339</id><published>2008-09-13T22:37:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T22:50:29.255-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy Weekend</title><content type='html'>We now own a new- to us- house!  I will get pictures as soon as I can.  The girls and I went down today and they cleaned - wood work, window sills, bathrooms, and floors.  While I mowed the 9 inch grass.  Monday we are using the huge rental truck to move everything that we don't get with little trips this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;My hands hurt from mowing. :(&lt;br /&gt;Last night I got a "moisturizing micro bead" thingy from my face soap in my right eye.  I now have a horrible little puss thing on the top of my eye, like when I pull up my eye lid- the top of my eye ball.  I've been using eye drops and rubbing it.   My husband said that the soap burned it.  It really hurts when I push on it.  My mom would say "don't push on it"   I shouldn't rub it either I guess, but it feels good.  Anyway, Have a great weekend everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8580132779723127459-3221009091374554339?l=flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3221009091374554339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580132779723127459&amp;postID=3221009091374554339' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580132779723127459/posts/default/3221009091374554339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580132779723127459/posts/default/3221009091374554339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com/2008/09/busy-weekend.html' title='Busy Weekend'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01411842451151787159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WxfVRe8ysTs/S47ip060fyI/AAAAAAAAAZw/TlKAJi5m0fw/S220/Christmas+%26+Misc+037.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580132779723127459.post-7759165739993677818</id><published>2008-09-11T11:28:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T11:52:57.286-05:00</updated><title type='text'>9-11 Remembered</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WxfVRe8ysTs/SMlHu3tpzuI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/-0hmlp2nrqY/s1600-h/twin+towers-9-11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244802111604641506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WxfVRe8ysTs/SMlHu3tpzuI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/-0hmlp2nrqY/s200/twin+towers-9-11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let us never forget.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pray it never repeats.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8580132779723127459-7759165739993677818?l=flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7759165739993677818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580132779723127459&amp;postID=7759165739993677818' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580132779723127459/posts/default/7759165739993677818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580132779723127459/posts/default/7759165739993677818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com/2008/09/9-11-remembered.html' title='9-11 Remembered'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01411842451151787159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WxfVRe8ysTs/S47ip060fyI/AAAAAAAAAZw/TlKAJi5m0fw/S220/Christmas+%26+Misc+037.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WxfVRe8ysTs/SMlHu3tpzuI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/-0hmlp2nrqY/s72-c/twin+towers-9-11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580132779723127459.post-3059942975490664772</id><published>2008-09-09T18:51:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T18:58:39.287-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Poem</title><content type='html'>This is a poem I am putting in my "goodbye" card for my co-workers at work.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See the kitchens, see them all.&lt;br /&gt;Busy little cooks.&lt;br /&gt;Some are short, and some are tall&lt;br /&gt;two of them are goofs.&lt;br /&gt;Quiet cooks,  and loud cooks, and some are in between.&lt;br /&gt;But all today are sad cooks...:(&lt;br /&gt;you see, they've lost their queen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the great part will be when they fight over who the two goofs are.&lt;br /&gt;I am also giving them a little plastic cup with a few candies in it.  I'm nice, because I am their Queen!  I need a crown.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8580132779723127459-3059942975490664772?l=flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3059942975490664772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580132779723127459&amp;postID=3059942975490664772' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580132779723127459/posts/default/3059942975490664772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580132779723127459/posts/default/3059942975490664772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com/2008/09/poem.html' title='Poem'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01411842451151787159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WxfVRe8ysTs/S47ip060fyI/AAAAAAAAAZw/TlKAJi5m0fw/S220/Christmas+%26+Misc+037.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580132779723127459.post-2073275360536314923</id><published>2008-09-07T15:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T15:57:29.901-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Trunk Monkey</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QyX4Ue14aNQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QyX4Ue14aNQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8580132779723127459-2073275360536314923?l=flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2073275360536314923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580132779723127459&amp;postID=2073275360536314923' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580132779723127459/posts/default/2073275360536314923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580132779723127459/posts/default/2073275360536314923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com/2008/09/trunk-monkey.html' title='Trunk Monkey'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01411842451151787159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WxfVRe8ysTs/S47ip060fyI/AAAAAAAAAZw/TlKAJi5m0fw/S220/Christmas+%26+Misc+037.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580132779723127459.post-5558572101261427093</id><published>2008-09-07T15:02:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T15:28:07.109-05:00</updated><title type='text'>News</title><content type='html'>I have a new job waiting for me when we move to Republic.  I am once again going to be baking.  At least I know what I'm doing....kinda sorta. :)&lt;br /&gt;I will be working at a pizza place making the cookies, and other &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;yummy stuff&lt;/span&gt;, and some of the bread.  I get only .40cents less an hour, and around the same hours a week.  I figured that with out 20% being taken out for retirement (if I wanted it or not), and not having it stretched out to cover summer...I will be getting more each week.  No benefits yet (that's what she said), but I can eat for half off.  I may buy a lunch box.  Pizza is not really my cup of tea, so to speak.  But I love Italian sandwiches!&lt;br /&gt;Our boy now has his first car, a 93 Ford Mercury.  Burgundy.  It's a big car, but rather sharp I say.  It has some "used car" things about it, but hey, he is only 17.  It runs!&lt;br /&gt;The boy has been burning his candle at both ends...meaning staying up way too late talking to a certain red headed little girl, and yesterday was out in the drizzle learning man stuff about his car.  So, today he has a 100.6+ temp.  In bed being sick...talking on the phone.  Only one more week of school left here for them, and I think that he may just reach his requirements and finish at the semester break,(1 to 2 credits left) and than do...well, I haven't guessed that far yet.  He is already accepted to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;MSU&lt;/span&gt; in the fall, so I know that much.  Gets at least one scholarship too!  Needs a few more, but should get them...he is kinda smart.&lt;br /&gt;Oldest girl is holed up in her room these days, but that will change when we move because for one, we will not have Internet.  I plan on going to someplace to do my blog things.  Otherwise she is all good on the move, just will miss her peeps.&lt;br /&gt;Youngest is ready for the move too, as far as I can tell.  We hope that her mouth won't get her nose bounced off her face.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Hmmmm&lt;/span&gt;.  I guess if it happens it happens.  Shes not worried about it.&lt;br /&gt;Hubby's job is still in the training phase, and not his favorite thing, but he will overcome!  Once he is cut loose to do his job it will be alright.  He has &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;PTO's&lt;/span&gt; that he has to ride along with and they all want things done differently.  Every one has their own little quirks I guess.&lt;br /&gt;So that's what is going on here.  Today we (hubby and myself) moved boxes to one area, cleaned wood cabinets, master bathroom, and master bedroom.  My hands are all puffy from the cleaning water.  Hope I don't die from it, or at least get moved first...I might otherwise get stuffed into a box, and not get unpacked until Christmas!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8580132779723127459-5558572101261427093?l=flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5558572101261427093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580132779723127459&amp;postID=5558572101261427093' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580132779723127459/posts/default/5558572101261427093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580132779723127459/posts/default/5558572101261427093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com/2008/09/news.html' title='News'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01411842451151787159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WxfVRe8ysTs/S47ip060fyI/AAAAAAAAAZw/TlKAJi5m0fw/S220/Christmas+%26+Misc+037.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580132779723127459.post-331074241703616168</id><published>2008-08-31T13:03:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T13:12:51.923-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Box Land</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WxfVRe8ysTs/SLreLwu_JwI/AAAAAAAAAOI/8CQOyNEYj9Q/s1600-h/around+the+inside+of+the+house+007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240745410040899330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WxfVRe8ysTs/SLreLwu_JwI/AAAAAAAAAOI/8CQOyNEYj9Q/s200/around+the+inside+of+the+house+007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is Boo kitty under my elephant ears out front of the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WxfVRe8ysTs/SLreB8JvKjI/AAAAAAAAAOA/NklDcEQr0rA/s1600-h/around+the+inside+of+the+house+009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240745241307195954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WxfVRe8ysTs/SLreB8JvKjI/AAAAAAAAAOA/NklDcEQr0rA/s200/around+the+inside+of+the+house+009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is the front of the house.  The lawn is over due.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WxfVRe8ysTs/SLrdzWOXjXI/AAAAAAAAAN4/rT7LAG3tshc/s1600-h/around+the+inside+of+the+house+006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240744990607904114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WxfVRe8ysTs/SLrdzWOXjXI/AAAAAAAAAN4/rT7LAG3tshc/s200/around+the+inside+of+the+house+006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Garage, full of storage shed stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WxfVRe8ysTs/SLrdn5b_yHI/AAAAAAAAANw/FwoVWWKMM70/s1600-h/around+the+inside+of+the+house+005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240744793901877362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WxfVRe8ysTs/SLrdn5b_yHI/AAAAAAAAANw/FwoVWWKMM70/s200/around+the+inside+of+the+house+005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Look! Boxes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WxfVRe8ysTs/SLrdbyiJ9iI/AAAAAAAAANo/VcFbX4U4AXc/s1600-h/around+the+inside+of+the+house+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240744585890231842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WxfVRe8ysTs/SLrdbyiJ9iI/AAAAAAAAANo/VcFbX4U4AXc/s200/around+the+inside+of+the+house+002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boxes, and a Jerry cat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WxfVRe8ysTs/SLrdQfjqLyI/AAAAAAAAANg/g0nl2mFK5Ug/s1600-h/around+the+inside+of+the+house+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240744391817703202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WxfVRe8ysTs/SLrdQfjqLyI/AAAAAAAAANg/g0nl2mFK5Ug/s200/around+the+inside+of+the+house+004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, some boxes.&lt;br /&gt;We are almost all packed up, but we still need some more...you guessed it, boxes.&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8580132779723127459-331074241703616168?l=flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/331074241703616168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580132779723127459&amp;postID=331074241703616168' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580132779723127459/posts/default/331074241703616168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580132779723127459/posts/default/331074241703616168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com/2008/08/box-land.html' title='Box Land'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01411842451151787159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WxfVRe8ysTs/S47ip060fyI/AAAAAAAAAZw/TlKAJi5m0fw/S220/Christmas+%26+Misc+037.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WxfVRe8ysTs/SLreLwu_JwI/AAAAAAAAAOI/8CQOyNEYj9Q/s72-c/around+the+inside+of+the+house+007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580132779723127459.post-5378968941150679242</id><published>2008-08-29T22:09:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T22:31:58.652-05:00</updated><title type='text'>News</title><content type='html'>We are now homeless.&lt;br /&gt;We signed the papers to sell our current home.  We are going to get paperwork signed for the new home for us, so ...God willing...we should be moving by next weekend.&lt;br /&gt;I bought a memory card for my hubby's camera, so I will try to post some pictures in the next few days.  It's a box wonderland here.  The animals are loving it.  Stuff to watch, and places to sit.  I still feel a little like a pirate.  Maybe it's because I'm now 40.  The next half of my life may be sassy and full of pirate-ness.  Pray for my family...:)  I know, some might say "whats new with that?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8580132779723127459-5378968941150679242?l=flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5378968941150679242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580132779723127459&amp;postID=5378968941150679242' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580132779723127459/posts/default/5378968941150679242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580132779723127459/posts/default/5378968941150679242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com/2008/08/news.html' title='News'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01411842451151787159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WxfVRe8ysTs/S47ip060fyI/AAAAAAAAAZw/TlKAJi5m0fw/S220/Christmas+%26+Misc+037.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580132779723127459.post-802247635322537718</id><published>2008-08-28T18:18:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T18:21:40.279-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bugs Bunny</title><content type='html'>Okay, I know this is a little long, but this has always, and I mean always been my most favorite cartoon EVER! I just can't believe that you can't buy Bugs Bunny cartoons anymore! Apparently, some people say, they are too violent. Whatever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/p4SsB8vXAy4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/p4SsB8vXAy4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8580132779723127459-802247635322537718?l=flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/802247635322537718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580132779723127459&amp;postID=802247635322537718' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580132779723127459/posts/default/802247635322537718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580132779723127459/posts/default/802247635322537718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com/2008/08/bugs-bunny.html' title='Bugs Bunny'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01411842451151787159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WxfVRe8ysTs/S47ip060fyI/AAAAAAAAAZw/TlKAJi5m0fw/S220/Christmas+%26+Misc+037.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580132779723127459.post-3002855792752885567</id><published>2008-08-26T18:07:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T18:08:35.785-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I feel a Little Like a Pirate Tonight</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AfoJUe9mmmU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AfoJUe9mmmU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8580132779723127459-3002855792752885567?l=flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3002855792752885567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580132779723127459&amp;postID=3002855792752885567' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580132779723127459/posts/default/3002855792752885567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580132779723127459/posts/default/3002855792752885567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-feel-little-like-pirate-tonight.html' title='I feel a Little Like a Pirate Tonight'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01411842451151787159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WxfVRe8ysTs/S47ip060fyI/AAAAAAAAAZw/TlKAJi5m0fw/S220/Christmas+%26+Misc+037.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580132779723127459.post-5019357049752126198</id><published>2008-08-24T20:54:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T21:11:59.057-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Up Date</title><content type='html'>We have been going back and forth on price with one house. It is a Fanny Mae owned home, but very nice. We have a price that we are wanting to settle at, so please continue to keep us in your prayers about this whole thing. We are also waiting on the house inspection to happen for the people who are buying our home. Once that happens, and we get the $$$, we can (hopefully) move into the other home-if we settle on a price. What a mess! I don't know about these people who move every other year, and buy and sell homes like it's fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hubby wants to make one trip (with a moving truck) when we move our stuff. Keep in mind that we will just put all of the clothes in the car's back seat, but also we have those 2 cats (&amp;amp; litter box), and 2 birds (&amp;amp; cages). 2 cars, and 1 pick-up truck, and the moving truck, and 3 kids. He thinks  that he and the boy can do the heavy stuff by themselves. Maybe, but it's like having a young-strong-in a hurry puppy for a helper. :) He said someone might have to be left at the new home while a second trip is being made...I volunteer! :) but I am a driver, so probably not. Just a little stressed out, not much, but it hits me in waves. I might not have Internet once we move, so I will probably only post once a week or so...I will have to find a Panera- huh Kay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I had a memory thingy for our cameras I would take some pictures of the "box land" we have right now. Our oldest child has yet to pack, but he will, because I told him either he does it this week or I could do it for him. Guess what he choose. hee,hee. He knows I would do it too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8580132779723127459-5019357049752126198?l=flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5019357049752126198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580132779723127459&amp;postID=5019357049752126198' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580132779723127459/posts/default/5019357049752126198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580132779723127459/posts/default/5019357049752126198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com/2008/08/up-date.html' title='Up Date'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01411842451151787159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WxfVRe8ysTs/S47ip060fyI/AAAAAAAAAZw/TlKAJi5m0fw/S220/Christmas+%26+Misc+037.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580132779723127459.post-8923151551957191834</id><published>2008-08-22T18:18:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T18:49:03.070-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nancy Drew</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PYuriESIo2k&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PYuriESIo2k&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a good movie that my girls and I enjoyed very much. It actually had laugh out loud parts in it, and I love a movie that makes me feel better than when I started to watch it. Enjoy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8580132779723127459-8923151551957191834?l=flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8923151551957191834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580132779723127459&amp;postID=8923151551957191834' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580132779723127459/posts/default/8923151551957191834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580132779723127459/posts/default/8923151551957191834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com/2008/08/nancy-drew.html' title='Nancy Drew'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01411842451151787159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WxfVRe8ysTs/S47ip060fyI/AAAAAAAAAZw/TlKAJi5m0fw/S220/Christmas+%26+Misc+037.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580132779723127459.post-2594898635999022081</id><published>2008-08-22T17:35:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T17:58:22.243-05:00</updated><title type='text'>100th post</title><content type='html'>Yeah, well, that was about 4 post ago. It was my waa, waa one. Oh well. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8580132779723127459-2594898635999022081?l=flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2594898635999022081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580132779723127459&amp;postID=2594898635999022081' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580132779723127459/posts/default/2594898635999022081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580132779723127459/posts/default/2594898635999022081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com/2008/08/100-th-post.html' title='100th post'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01411842451151787159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WxfVRe8ysTs/S47ip060fyI/AAAAAAAAAZw/TlKAJi5m0fw/S220/Christmas+%26+Misc+037.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580132779723127459.post-4830013805245604414</id><published>2008-08-21T16:28:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T16:48:28.451-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday</title><content type='html'>Thirteen things that make me happy.&lt;br /&gt;1. Sunshine (on my shoulders...).&lt;br /&gt;2. Cool Breezes, and warm breezes.&lt;br /&gt;3. Snow falling on a winter afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;4. Fall...the colors, the sky, the temperature, the AIR.&lt;br /&gt;5. A cat that likes me, and will let me love on it.&lt;br /&gt;6. Rubbing a horses nose.&lt;br /&gt;7. A good book.&lt;br /&gt;8. Going for rides in the mountains (when I'm close enough to do this).&lt;br /&gt;9. Playing in sand.&lt;br /&gt;10.Watching something silly...like the kids(at work, so High Schoolers)during lunch.&lt;br /&gt;11.Getting to go to bed early, and be left alone so I can go to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;12.Office supplies.&lt;br /&gt;13.Visiting/chating/blogging/talking to friends, and family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8580132779723127459-4830013805245604414?l=flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4830013805245604414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580132779723127459&amp;postID=4830013805245604414' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580132779723127459/posts/default/4830013805245604414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580132779723127459/posts/default/4830013805245604414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com/2008/08/thursday.html' title='Thursday'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01411842451151787159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WxfVRe8ysTs/S47ip060fyI/AAAAAAAAAZw/TlKAJi5m0fw/S220/Christmas+%26+Misc+037.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580132779723127459.post-4566747398677713705</id><published>2008-08-19T20:06:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T20:12:11.901-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Answers</title><content type='html'>Here are some answers to your comments.&lt;br /&gt;I have boxes and boxes of books in our shed.&lt;br /&gt;I had a Pepsi today, but only because I packed all of my bedroom stuff and was famished for one.&lt;br /&gt;But other than that no sugar.&lt;br /&gt;We are labeling our boxes.  Hubby is also a master mover.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, the children are responsible for their own rooms (packing).&lt;br /&gt;I have never read that book either.&lt;br /&gt;I like brownies too.&lt;br /&gt;And whatever else, but just to say...every box we get ready to use if you turn around a cat appears in it.  Magic!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8580132779723127459-4566747398677713705?l=flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4566747398677713705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580132779723127459&amp;postID=4566747398677713705' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580132779723127459/posts/default/4566747398677713705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580132779723127459/posts/default/4566747398677713705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com/2008/08/answers.html' title='Answers'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01411842451151787159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WxfVRe8ysTs/S47ip060fyI/AAAAAAAAAZw/TlKAJi5m0fw/S220/Christmas+%26+Misc+037.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580132779723127459.post-2688401402362428886</id><published>2008-08-18T16:59:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T17:25:35.653-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Random</title><content type='html'>Others have been doing random thoughts, so I thought I would ramble also.&lt;br /&gt;* I added a gadget thingy to my side bar that I borrowed from Monday's Blog.&lt;br /&gt;* I don't know who that character is, so I hope it's good.&lt;br /&gt;* I feel better today, but my head is still killing me, I think it's the pressure in the air.&lt;br /&gt;* Thank you for praying for me while I was puny the other day.&lt;br /&gt;* I made 240 brownies today, and only ate a tiny pinch! They were good, but the recp. called for 12 cups of butter...but that's a lot of brownies.&lt;br /&gt;* And a lot of butter-melted butter...yum.&lt;br /&gt;* I finished packing my inside the house books today...mine not the girls. Only 10 medium size boxes.&lt;br /&gt;* No house yet. Bummer.&lt;br /&gt;* I'm drinking a tea that is supposed to help me lose weight, but I think it helps my body balance out and thus the weight will follow. I'll keep you posted.&lt;br /&gt;* I haven't had a soda since last Saturday, so that may be why I have a headache.&lt;br /&gt;* The tea is a green tea.&lt;br /&gt;* I am also eating correctly like I had already started, but I have been cutting back on sugar too. It just doesn't sound good...much.&lt;br /&gt;* Our big cat has learned to open the cabinets by himself, so my youngest got her chop stick hair things, and a hair tie, and made a baby lock for him. It works.&lt;br /&gt;* I really want a Pepsi, but if I can resist for another 24 hours I think I will be alright.&lt;br /&gt;* Okay, that's all I have to say.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8580132779723127459-2688401402362428886?l=flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2688401402362428886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580132779723127459&amp;postID=2688401402362428886' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580132779723127459/posts/default/2688401402362428886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580132779723127459/posts/default/2688401402362428886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com/2008/08/random.html' title='Random'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01411842451151787159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WxfVRe8ysTs/S47ip060fyI/AAAAAAAAAZw/TlKAJi5m0fw/S220/Christmas+%26+Misc+037.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580132779723127459.post-6163372551653816848</id><published>2008-08-16T17:33:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T17:54:18.849-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Waa,Waa, Baby!</title><content type='html'>I have about five unfinished stories started in my 'puter. I suppose I should just take the time to look at them at least, but I don't. &lt;br /&gt;Because of the stress of hubby's new job, and our house being sold (I love my house), and the stress of finding a new home for us, I woke up this morning with a Mono flair up. I haven't had one in over a dozen years, but I have one now. I was diagnosed with "chronic Mono" when I was in my late teens. I know, "whatever that is". Basically, I had a ton of blood work and the last thing on the last page was Mononucleosis. Positive. The doctor said it wasn't the common kind (because I'm special, I guess), but he had only read about it in the medical journals...never actually seen a case yet. I hope I made his day. Anyway, it doesn't go away. I think he said it just goes to sleep or something and can flair up. It used to bother me quite a bit for years, but than nothing until today. Just take Aleve and try not to whine. I went out to the porch and napped on the hot wood- like a giant heating pad. Worked, but now I have a pink face. &lt;br /&gt;It's like having all of your large muscles in your back, and butt, and legs, and lower tummy be in one huge knot. But I'm feeling better now that the Aleve has had a few hours to take hold, and that I have been able to waa, waa to whoever is lucky enough to read this today. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8580132779723127459-6163372551653816848?l=flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6163372551653816848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580132779723127459&amp;postID=6163372551653816848' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580132779723127459/posts/default/6163372551653816848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580132779723127459/posts/default/6163372551653816848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com/2008/08/waawaa-baby.html' title='Waa,Waa, Baby!'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01411842451151787159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WxfVRe8ysTs/S47ip060fyI/AAAAAAAAAZw/TlKAJi5m0fw/S220/Christmas+%26+Misc+037.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580132779723127459.post-5786864334017599596</id><published>2008-08-12T20:49:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T20:54:31.419-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ears</title><content type='html'>My youngest child has entered the world of pierced ears.  She went to her Grandparent's house a few days ago, and came back with some cash, so she wanted to pay to get her ears pierced.  So alright there you go.  She was okay during the process, but looked a little shocked after.  Kinda a blank face.  I have to go now and watch her clean and turn the earrings...she wants me to make sure she does it right. :)  I'm sure she will.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8580132779723127459-5786864334017599596?l=flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5786864334017599596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580132779723127459&amp;postID=5786864334017599596' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580132779723127459/posts/default/5786864334017599596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580132779723127459/posts/default/5786864334017599596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com/2008/08/ears.html' title='Ears'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01411842451151787159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WxfVRe8ysTs/S47ip060fyI/AAAAAAAAAZw/TlKAJi5m0fw/S220/Christmas+%26+Misc+037.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580132779723127459.post-7507704670541031069</id><published>2008-08-11T22:02:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T22:28:42.350-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Poem, A silly One That Is</title><content type='html'>I think that I shall never find a gift that is ever more refined&lt;br /&gt;That what I have now on my floor&lt;br /&gt;They are not large, they are not small&lt;br /&gt;But the uses I've seen outweigh all&lt;br /&gt;The joy of seeing young and old&lt;br /&gt;Feline and human, yes one and all&lt;br /&gt;Step into, and turn around&lt;br /&gt;Some lie down a nap to take&lt;br /&gt;Others use as shoes&lt;br /&gt;I prefer the "old school" way&lt;br /&gt;I fill them full of books!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8580132779723127459-7507704670541031069?l=flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7507704670541031069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580132779723127459&amp;postID=7507704670541031069' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580132779723127459/posts/default/7507704670541031069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580132779723127459/posts/default/7507704670541031069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com/2008/08/poem-silly-one-that-is.html' title='Poem, A silly One That Is'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01411842451151787159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WxfVRe8ysTs/S47ip060fyI/AAAAAAAAAZw/TlKAJi5m0fw/S220/Christmas+%26+Misc+037.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580132779723127459.post-3086675814886552839</id><published>2008-08-10T19:58:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T20:07:50.536-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ack!</title><content type='html'>So hubby and I spent all day in the new town looking at houses and getting to know the roads. 7am - 5:30ish p.m. Yes, all day.&lt;br /&gt;We found this really wonderful house that needed carpet and paint and some yard work, but all very affordable considering the asking price. Good neighborhood too.&lt;br /&gt;It must have been bank owned, I don't remember, but anyway we found a lady (Juanita) and she showed us several homes including this one. We wanted it. It had this strange dip in the back yard....hmmm...rocks in it...hmmm..."Is that a sink hole?" I asked laughing, because- really! Yup. Juanita called back while we were still in town..a sink hole!!! The realtor that was selling it had also just found out and was very upset about it too. It's now a worthless property. ACK!! At least we didn't own it and were the ones trying to sell. Sink holes are awful in this state, and once you have one on property no insurance will cover you and they can grow and swallow the home! Bummer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8580132779723127459-3086675814886552839?l=flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3086675814886552839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580132779723127459&amp;postID=3086675814886552839' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580132779723127459/posts/default/3086675814886552839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580132779723127459/posts/default/3086675814886552839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com/2008/08/ack.html' title='Ack!'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01411842451151787159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WxfVRe8ysTs/S47ip060fyI/AAAAAAAAAZw/TlKAJi5m0fw/S220/Christmas+%26+Misc+037.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580132779723127459.post-4044295406499745921</id><published>2008-08-09T20:26:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T20:32:56.728-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Let the Games Begin</title><content type='html'>And off we go! We have a buyer for our house, and now we just need to find a new house to move to. This is the fun part I guess...the un-fun part is the packing and such. We know the family that wants our house and they are good people. Just some paper stuff, and bank talk (for them), and there you go.&lt;br /&gt;We don't need the help of a Real Estate Agent to sell, but we will when we buy. So if you sell homes please don't get mad at us, because this is just the way it fell into place. Could still use the prayers of our friends and family during this time (as always), and we do appreciate it very much.&lt;br /&gt;Will keep you posted on my whirl wind life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8580132779723127459-4044295406499745921?l=flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4044295406499745921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580132779723127459&amp;postID=4044295406499745921' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580132779723127459/posts/default/4044295406499745921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580132779723127459/posts/default/4044295406499745921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com/2008/08/let-games-begin.html' title='Let the Games Begin'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01411842451151787159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WxfVRe8ysTs/S47ip060fyI/AAAAAAAAAZw/TlKAJi5m0fw/S220/Christmas+%26+Misc+037.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580132779723127459.post-8161934529360550791</id><published>2008-08-08T23:30:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T23:49:43.206-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Different</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WxfVRe8ysTs/SJ0dwqEzJlI/AAAAAAAAANE/RGzJG8zEBd4/s1600-h/cute+kitty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WxfVRe8ysTs/SJ0dwqEzJlI/AAAAAAAAANE/RGzJG8zEBd4/s200/cute+kitty.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232371063839729234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of us are big Star Trek fans in my family. The bad guys in the new Star Trek would come and turn you into a Borg. An organic/machine thingy. Really smart, but lived all connected to the whole. Couldn't make any individual choices. Sometimes when I look at the people around me I feel like the Borg have really made it to Earth. All of the teen-bops are all alike (but really they are unique-right!), and all the 20-somethings are alike, and so on. I say if you want to wear that dress that fell out of 1986, well, go on and wear it! If you feel the need to use baby blue eye shadow... go for it! Polyester jacket? Why not. Socks with sandals! Sure! Be who you are, and not who the world tells you to be. You will be happier AND you will save a lot of money on clothes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8580132779723127459-8161934529360550791?l=flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8161934529360550791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580132779723127459&amp;postID=8161934529360550791' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580132779723127459/posts/default/8161934529360550791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580132779723127459/posts/default/8161934529360550791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com/2008/08/different.html' title='Different'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01411842451151787159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WxfVRe8ysTs/S47ip060fyI/AAAAAAAAAZw/TlKAJi5m0fw/S220/Christmas+%26+Misc+037.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WxfVRe8ysTs/SJ0dwqEzJlI/AAAAAAAAANE/RGzJG8zEBd4/s72-c/cute+kitty.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580132779723127459.post-5587477870482933664</id><published>2008-08-06T17:07:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T17:15:42.297-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahhh.</title><content type='html'>"It isn't the heat it's the humidity", said my hubby yesterday as we drove past a bank sign that read 104 degrees!  I said "but if it was 20 degrees cooler it wouldn't be so hot either"  Either way you look at it...it has been hot.  But today it is much cooler, only 85. Still humid, but not as hot! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8580132779723127459-5587477870482933664?l=flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5587477870482933664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580132779723127459&amp;postID=5587477870482933664' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580132779723127459/posts/default/5587477870482933664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580132779723127459/posts/default/5587477870482933664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com/2008/08/ahhh.html' title='Ahhh.'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01411842451151787159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WxfVRe8ysTs/S47ip060fyI/AAAAAAAAAZw/TlKAJi5m0fw/S220/Christmas+%26+Misc+037.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580132779723127459.post-5134932758713519887</id><published>2008-08-01T16:15:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T12:57:29.930-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Day</title><content type='html'>I was supposed to be a monkey.&lt;br /&gt;But 40 years ago my parents came home with me instead, and Kay's life was never the same again. I was born with the power to make her yell, cry, laugh, get "snarky", and pout. I was also born with the un-canny ability to find buttons and push them.&lt;br /&gt;I am an interesting combination of both of my parents. I physically resemble my Dad's side of the family...and sometimes he thinks I'm his sister when I call. So I say "Hi, it's Julie", just to save time, but it is fun to let him think I'm his sister. I don't know what side of the family I get my ornery from...probably both. My Mom's Dad was a teaser as are her nephews, and well everyone. My Dad's side tends to be silly and tease also. I have my linguistic skills from my Dad (a.k.a mimicking ability), as well as my hermit tendency. When I'm feeling outgoing it's like my Mom, for instance, I can talk to strangers at the store as if I know them. It kinda freaks me out a little when I do, because the Dad side says "just walk on, just walk on". I often found myself in the garage "tinkering around" with my Dad, but I also really liked being with my Mom "gathering weeds" in the hills. That might need some explaining, but you won't get it from me.&lt;br /&gt;I have a few characteristics from both sides of my family, but tend to be more Dad side. Kay tends toward Mom's side. It's amazing how you can do things that Grandparents and cousins and Aunts and Uncles do with out actually being around them to learn the habit.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm not a monkey, but I think in all we have all adjusted okay. Oddly enough I can do an awesome monkey call.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8580132779723127459-5134932758713519887?l=flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5134932758713519887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580132779723127459&amp;postID=5134932758713519887' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580132779723127459/posts/default/5134932758713519887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580132779723127459/posts/default/5134932758713519887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com/2008/08/happy-day.html' title='Happy Day'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01411842451151787159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WxfVRe8ysTs/S47ip060fyI/AAAAAAAAAZw/TlKAJi5m0fw/S220/Christmas+%26+Misc+037.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580132779723127459.post-1809022293824103018</id><published>2008-08-01T16:09:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T16:14:27.475-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Just Weighing it Down so it Won't Fall Over</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WxfVRe8ysTs/SJN8GFokHmI/AAAAAAAAAM8/mfx4rSyendw/s1600-h/Home+Life+049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WxfVRe8ysTs/SJN8GFokHmI/AAAAAAAAAM8/mfx4rSyendw/s200/Home+Life+049.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229660036340653666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congrats to Momstheword. Feel the pleasure of being the one. Actually, I had my youngest pick a number and yours came up. Thanks for playing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8580132779723127459-1809022293824103018?l=flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1809022293824103018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580132779723127459&amp;postID=1809022293824103018' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580132779723127459/posts/default/1809022293824103018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580132779723127459/posts/default/1809022293824103018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com/2008/08/im-just-weighing-it-down-so-it-wont.html' title='I&apos;m Just Weighing it Down so it Won&apos;t Fall Over'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01411842451151787159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WxfVRe8ysTs/S47ip060fyI/AAAAAAAAAZw/TlKAJi5m0fw/S220/Christmas+%26+Misc+037.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WxfVRe8ysTs/SJN8GFokHmI/AAAAAAAAAM8/mfx4rSyendw/s72-c/Home+Life+049.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580132779723127459.post-6424416474070569644</id><published>2008-07-31T13:15:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T13:35:02.439-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Job</title><content type='html'>My husband has a new job. It will involve a longer drive to work (37 miles), the old one was only down the street, and later a move to another town. Different schools once we do move, and a new job for me. His new job is good, the changes are maybe not so good. &lt;br /&gt;It's the process of changing, not the actual change. The moving, not the new house, the job hunt, not the new place to work, the drama, not the new school.&lt;br /&gt;For now we have to decide how we are all going to get to where we need to go. The oldest has yet to get his license, or a car (not a penny pincher like his Dad), so he can't do the school run. I have to go in to work at 7a.m., the kids school is at 8, and Hubby has a rotating schedule. I'm worried, but not stressed. It will work out somehow. How do I know this? I don't. I can only trust that God will work the details out for us. He gave us the new job, so He will have to fix the rest too.&lt;br /&gt;On a good note, I have received a 20 cent raise at my "now" work, and Hubby's new job is A LOT better pay than his old one.&lt;br /&gt;My Father in law was sick with a mystery illness that could have been really bad, but it is Diverticulitis. Not good, but not cancer either. &lt;br /&gt;The caption for the picture with the cat sitting under the bird cage will be announced tomorrow. If anyone has any late suggestions just scroll down a few and see the picture. Kay said no one wanted to play because I wasn't giving any prizes away, I think that the great feeling of being the one chosen should be prize enough! Pride in being the cleaverest of the clever. So come on..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8580132779723127459-6424416474070569644?l=flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6424416474070569644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580132779723127459&amp;postID=6424416474070569644' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580132779723127459/posts/default/6424416474070569644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580132779723127459/posts/default/6424416474070569644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com/2008/07/new-job.html' title='New Job'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01411842451151787159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WxfVRe8ysTs/S47ip060fyI/AAAAAAAAAZw/TlKAJi5m0fw/S220/Christmas+%26+Misc+037.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580132779723127459.post-3621841895062403744</id><published>2008-07-27T13:02:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T13:05:13.240-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Man's Work</title><content type='html'>My new header picture...Leave it to a man to un-sissy a job. :)&lt;br /&gt;Note the ear protection for the sweeper.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8580132779723127459-3621841895062403744?l=flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3621841895062403744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580132779723127459&amp;postID=3621841895062403744' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580132779723127459/posts/default/3621841895062403744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580132779723127459/posts/default/3621841895062403744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com/2008/07/mans-work.html' title='Man&apos;s Work'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01411842451151787159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WxfVRe8ysTs/S47ip060fyI/AAAAAAAAAZw/TlKAJi5m0fw/S220/Christmas+%26+Misc+037.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580132779723127459.post-2419442384750627486</id><published>2008-07-26T17:26:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T17:54:30.861-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WxfVRe8ysTs/SIuqgA74JFI/AAAAAAAAAMo/9orHu0-lSlA/s1600-h/Home+Life+048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WxfVRe8ysTs/SIuqgA74JFI/AAAAAAAAAMo/9orHu0-lSlA/s200/Home+Life+048.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227459259477271634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some random thoughts...&lt;br /&gt;My blogger no longer lets me choose my font size...whats up with that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm back! Internet is restored for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls come back tonight. They missed the connecting flight in Atlanta, and now will &lt;br /&gt;be home late tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's HOT! Exactly like walking into an oven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got on my computer tonight I had 42 e-mail waiting for me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to move where we feed the cats, because Jerry cat is afraid of the bed, and can't walk past it. I told you he has to RUN past it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the cat (Jerry) has become my best buddy. Has to sit on me whenever I sit down. ? Goofy cat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister said I was weird in her comment from my book list. That's really cheeky when you consider we share a lot of DNA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm glad to be back and will try to catch up on all of your blogs, I probably won't leave comments on past postings, but will try to catch your current ones and say "Hey".&lt;br /&gt;Also,the picture I have at the top of the post- I would like you to send me a possible caption for it.  I will gather all of the suggestions and choose one from a hat next week- how about Wednesday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8580132779723127459-2419442384750627486?l=flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2419442384750627486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580132779723127459&amp;postID=2419442384750627486' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580132779723127459/posts/default/2419442384750627486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580132779723127459/posts/default/2419442384750627486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com/2008/07/random-thoughts.html' title='Random Thoughts'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01411842451151787159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WxfVRe8ysTs/S47ip060fyI/AAAAAAAAAZw/TlKAJi5m0fw/S220/Christmas+%26+Misc+037.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WxfVRe8ysTs/SIuqgA74JFI/AAAAAAAAAMo/9orHu0-lSlA/s72-c/Home+Life+048.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580132779723127459.post-3316916359991835523</id><published>2008-07-17T14:52:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T15:13:52.135-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thirteen Thursday</title><content type='html'>Thirteen Books that I have read more than once.&lt;br /&gt;1. The whole left Behind Series, by Lahay and Jenkins.&lt;br /&gt;2. The Odd Thomas trilogy (fourlogy?), by D.Koontz.&lt;br /&gt;3. Prophet, Piercing the Darkness, This Present Darkness, by Peretti&lt;br /&gt;4. The Dark Wind, by T. Hillerman&lt;br /&gt;5. The first Eagle, Skeleton Man, Hunting Badger, and many more from the library, by T. Hillerman.&lt;br /&gt;6. The Lord of the Rings Trilogy, by J.R.R. Tolkien.&lt;br /&gt;7. The Hobbit, by Tolkien. &lt;br /&gt;8. Babylon Rising, by Lahay &amp; G. Dinallo (actually all of this series too)&lt;br /&gt;9. A Secret Refuge series, by Lauraine Snelling&lt;br /&gt;10.Refiners Fire series, by Lynn Austin&lt;br /&gt;11.Sitka, by Louis Lamour (a lot of his books more than once)&lt;br /&gt;12.Memoirs of a Geisha, by Arthur Golden.&lt;br /&gt;13.Nightmares and Dreamscapes (short stories), by Stephen King.&lt;br /&gt;This is just a sample of what I have and do read. I was looking at my book case and got the idea for this post. Of course I could go on, but who reading this couldn't do the same. We love bookworms!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8580132779723127459-3316916359991835523?l=flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3316916359991835523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580132779723127459&amp;postID=3316916359991835523' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580132779723127459/posts/default/3316916359991835523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580132779723127459/posts/default/3316916359991835523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com/2008/07/thirteen-thursday.html' title='Thirteen Thursday'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01411842451151787159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WxfVRe8ysTs/S47ip060fyI/AAAAAAAAAZw/TlKAJi5m0fw/S220/Christmas+%26+Misc+037.JPG'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580132779723127459.post-3710731484992223270</id><published>2008-07-16T10:54:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T11:18:18.479-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Interesting</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEEEEE;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are 32% Nerdy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/hownerdyareyouquiz/nerd-2.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You're a little nerdy, but no one would ever call you a nerd.&lt;br /&gt;You sometimes get into nerdy things, but only after they've become a part of mainstream culture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a href="&gt;http://www.blogthings.com/hownerdyareyouquiz/"&gt;How&lt;/a&gt; Nerdy Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are 40% Yankee, 60% Dixie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/areyouayankeeordixiequiz/both.png" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You're a pretty even split of Yankee and Dixie. You've probably traveled around a lot in your life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Ca"&gt;Are&lt;/a&gt; You a Yankee or Dixie?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are Ketchup&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatcondimentareyouquiz/ketchup.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You are easy going and very measured in your approach to life.&lt;br /&gt;Popular and well liked, you get along with everyone.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, everyone loves you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your taste tends to be pretty mainstream American.&lt;br /&gt;You go for the classic favorites: burgers, fries, and apple pie.&lt;br /&gt;You get along best with mustard and mayonnaise personalities.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Ca"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Condiment Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, it's pretty close...I guess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8580132779723127459-3710731484992223270?l=flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3710731484992223270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580132779723127459&amp;postID=3710731484992223270' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580132779723127459/posts/default/3710731484992223270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580132779723127459/posts/default/3710731484992223270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com/2008/07/interesting.html' title='Interesting'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01411842451151787159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WxfVRe8ysTs/S47ip060fyI/AAAAAAAAAZw/TlKAJi5m0fw/S220/Christmas+%26+Misc+037.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580132779723127459.post-1684312861249981170</id><published>2008-07-14T20:47:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T21:24:58.841-05:00</updated><title type='text'>And God said...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WxfVRe8ysTs/SHwCXBD_R6I/AAAAAAAAAMg/e4Ptw1E4uYk/s1600-h/cute+kitty2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223052262288344994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WxfVRe8ysTs/SHwCXBD_R6I/AAAAAAAAAMg/e4Ptw1E4uYk/s200/cute+kitty2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Psalm 50:14-15&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Offer unto God thanksgiving; and pay thy vows unto the most High: And call upon me in the day of trouble: I will deliver thee, and thou shalt glorify me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Jonah 2:9&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But I will sacrifice unto thee with the voice of thanksgiving; I will pay that that I have vowed.  Salvation is of the Lord.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Jeremiah 33:3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Call unto me, and I will answer you, and show you great and mighty things which you do not know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/8580132779723127459-1684312861249981170?l=flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1684312861249981170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580132779723127459&amp;postID=1684312861249981170' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580132779723127459/posts/default/1684312861249981170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580132779723127459/posts/default/1684312861249981170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com/2008/07/and-god-said.html' title='And God said...'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01411842451151787159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WxfVRe8ysTs/S47ip060fyI/AAAAAAAAAZw/TlKAJi5m0fw/S220/Christmas+%26+Misc+037.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WxfVRe8ysTs/SHwCXBD_R6I/AAAAAAAAAMg/e4Ptw1E4uYk/s72-c/cute+kitty2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580132779723127459.post-9154601648655316174</id><published>2008-07-09T18:28:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T18:46:10.570-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Concerns</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I have a few concerns I would like to share with you for prayer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;First,  we (husband and I ) have lost 2 very important certificates he had.  We can call and get a replacement for the most important, but it's very frustrating trying to find something that's just gone I guess.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Second, our girls are getting ready to have their summer visit with their birth mom.  They always look forward to visits when they get them (about 20 some days a year is all they see her) and summer is 2 weeks.  We are not as worried as when they were younger, but still they will be flying with her to New York and doing all kinds of exciting things away from us.   They go this Friday to stay in a hotel with her and fly out on Saturday a.m.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Third, our boy isn't going to visit his birth mom, he has decided he would rather go camping with his girlfriend and her mother and step dad (his mom said that was fine he needed to find himself-whatever).  If we let him go, hubby still has to call the mom to see.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I seem to have some major prayer requests right now, but really no more than most people have everyday.  I know God loves my children and will care for them better than I can...no matter where they are, and I know God knows where those certificates are, and we will either find them or not.   I am thankful that my family is healthy...some people are asking prayer for health, I am thankful I have a family...some women are waking up to find their husband gone or leaving.  I am thankful that my kids have some relationship with their mom in NY, some children have no parents whatsoever, or have dueling parents.  I am thankful that I have a beautiful home (a little messy at times, but that's my doing), and I'm thankful we only have one parrot.  So much to be thankful for...I hope that this week all of us will take the chance to really look around at our lives and see all that God has done or provided for us, and by all of us I do mean me too...especially me.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Thank you for stopping by, and for those who care to know... I've lost a few pounds, but time is the test.  Bye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8580132779723127459-9154601648655316174?l=flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/9154601648655316174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580132779723127459&amp;postID=9154601648655316174' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580132779723127459/posts/default/9154601648655316174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580132779723127459/posts/default/9154601648655316174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com/2008/07/some-concerns.html' title='Some Concerns'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01411842451151787159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WxfVRe8ysTs/S47ip060fyI/AAAAAAAAAZw/TlKAJi5m0fw/S220/Christmas+%26+Misc+037.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580132779723127459.post-6596825132747753250</id><published>2008-07-08T14:26:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T14:47:48.471-05:00</updated><title type='text'>After Midnight Adventure</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have a cat named Taffy.  She is a tiny little thing and kinda sweet when she needs to be. Taffy- a.k.a. Boo, is a mighty hunter.  She has brought sudden death to birds at my big feeder just by jumping up and grabbing them in her mouth.  She has terrorized the local mouse population to the point that I'm pretty certain that we don't have any in the yard at all anymore.  She has had to relocate her hunting expositions to the neighboring fields. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yesterday evening she just wouldn't settle down, and after my hubby ate his late dinner (10:30 pm), and went back to patrol, I just couldn't stand her so I let her go out for the night.  Now, I usually don't let her stay out at night because we  have had coyotes out and about before.  But I was gonna stay up late and read, so I figured on letting her back in before I hit the hay.  I did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I didn't see her very clearly as she came "running" into the house, but as she stopped in the kitchen (hard floor- thank God!)  I noticed the gift she had just set down.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WxfVRe8ysTs/SHO_pP5Yn_I/AAAAAAAAAMY/Ofluftks9p0/s1600-h/Rabits.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220727108415299570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WxfVRe8ysTs/SHO_pP5Yn_I/AAAAAAAAAMY/Ofluftks9p0/s200/Rabits.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A little baby bunny.  I didn't know this at first, because my lightning fast imagination (my mutant power you know) was running through all of the species of 5 inch long grey mammals that live in this state.  After I landed on bunny (no tail, and longish ears) it was up scritching across my kitchen floor...oh, by the way, this scritching woke up the big cat...really fast!   It runs...I run... I grab the little cat and hold her next to my body...I grab the huge cat by the skin on his back ( no animals were hurt in this grabbing), and yell for my oldest (boy) J!  J! J! See, I knew my girls were totally useless in matters involving critters and scritching and critters.  He came out pretty fast and even hung up the phone first (girlfriend) and I ran the situation by him and he sprang into action.&lt;br /&gt;He creeps after it...it runs...he creeps...it runs!  It went all through the living room and cornered itself in the bathroom.  My brave son goes in and closes the door.  So brave!  So sweet.  I ask if he has it and he says "I'm just waiting for it to calm down a little."  So sweet.  I let go of the really confused and slightly mad cats and J takes bunny-foo-foo outside to the wild.&lt;br /&gt;Today...I'm moving a car, and Boo comes running real fast toward me with a 5 inch grey thing in her mouth...but it's okay this one was a rat!  I said "Good girl!  Good girl Boo!! Stay outside"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8580132779723127459-6596825132747753250?l=flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6596825132747753250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580132779723127459&amp;postID=6596825132747753250' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580132779723127459/posts/default/6596825132747753250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580132779723127459/posts/default/6596825132747753250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com/2008/07/after-midnight-adventure.html' title='After Midnight Adventure'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01411842451151787159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WxfVRe8ysTs/S47ip060fyI/AAAAAAAAAZw/TlKAJi5m0fw/S220/Christmas+%26+Misc+037.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WxfVRe8ysTs/SHO_pP5Yn_I/AAAAAAAAAMY/Ofluftks9p0/s72-c/Rabits.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580132779723127459.post-7642720473807373879</id><published>2008-07-07T19:07:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T19:42:54.078-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Life...New Me...</title><content type='html'>Okay! This is the deal... I am going on the wonderful journey of a lifestyle change. By this, I mean, I am going to change the way I fuel my body. Years ago I went through a Church based weight reduction program and lost around 50 some pounds. Other things were happening at the time as well, but I still lost the poundage. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Yippy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; me!!! I kept it off for a few years, but then I started community college, and than got married and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;whoopsie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! Hello!!! almost all of the weight has decided to come home to roost...so to speak. I can't count calories, and I really don't feel like exercising at this weight, and I really don't like being hungry or deprived. So I'm going back to the basics of the program I went through. I found a version (free) in a magazine, it's called "intuitive-eating". Basically, you eat like a child...look at the food and eat the parts you like the best...eat when your hungry...stop when you feel full. Below is the basic steps to follow when you eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Are you really hungry?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(you picture your tummy like a fuel tank...don't eat on full...eat on one quarter. Not empty or you will be more likely to overeat.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Do you spend at least 20 min. on every meal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(supposed to take at least that long to feel full, and eat slow.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Do you use all of your senses when you eat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( enjoy what you are eating...if it tastes yukky don't eat it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Do you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;multitask&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; at meals?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( don't, it's too easy to eat mindlessly...just stuffing without thinking about it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Do you listen to your body's natural "stop-eating" signals?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(just as important as the "am I hungry?" signal)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Do you use portion control on "bad" foods?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( this one is my interpretation...why eat a whole bag of m&amp;amp;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;m's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...try just 5 or 8. A bowl of chips instead of out of the bag...etc)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, there you are! I am now accountable to the whole wide world, or at least the 6 or so people that read this once in a while... my Mom and Sister at least. Is anyone else willing to take this pain free journey with me? I also plan on using Bible study/reading/memorization to fill the emotional void that the food will leave. I have done this before, like I said, but allowed myself to fall into the lies that I can eat as much as I want to whenever I want to. I can't do that. I am going to be accountable to you as well as to God for what I put into my body. I could use a buddy for this if anyone is interested.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8580132779723127459-7642720473807373879?l=flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7642720473807373879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580132779723127459&amp;postID=7642720473807373879' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580132779723127459/posts/default/7642720473807373879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580132779723127459/posts/default/7642720473807373879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com/2008/07/new-lifenew-me.html' title='New Life...New Me...'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01411842451151787159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WxfVRe8ysTs/S47ip060fyI/AAAAAAAAAZw/TlKAJi5m0fw/S220/Christmas+%26+Misc+037.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580132779723127459.post-2852051862393839991</id><published>2008-07-05T21:28:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T21:30:56.479-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Something you didn't know about me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;My mutant power is "Imagination".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8580132779723127459-2852051862393839991?l=flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2852051862393839991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580132779723127459&amp;postID=2852051862393839991' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580132779723127459/posts/default/2852051862393839991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580132779723127459/posts/default/2852051862393839991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com/2008/07/something-you-didnt-know-about-me.html' title='Something you didn&apos;t know about me'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01411842451151787159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WxfVRe8ysTs/S47ip060fyI/AAAAAAAAAZw/TlKAJi5m0fw/S220/Christmas+%26+Misc+037.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580132779723127459.post-7926441613562828282</id><published>2008-07-04T22:52:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T23:04:12.498-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fire Works!</title><content type='html'>I love to go and see the fireworks!  We go to the next town over, and sit in a big lawn ( &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;SBU's&lt;/span&gt; front lawn).  When the kids were little it was hard to keep them from becoming bored, but as they have grown older they are much better at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;entertaining&lt;/span&gt;...who ever is looking.&lt;br /&gt;This year we went to a large Church fireworks show-they had music with it, and we went to  the normal one we go to.&lt;br /&gt;This year we also had our boy's girl friend along with us, and all four played "kick the soccer ball, and scare the parents that they might hit a stranger in the head" game.  They didn't hit anyone in the head.&lt;br /&gt;I love the fireworks!  I could watch them every night...EVERY NIGHT!  My &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;fav&lt;/span&gt;. are the ones that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;crackle&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;crackle&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;crackle&lt;/span&gt; as they fall down.  You sit back and when they shoot them high enough you can feel like they are right on top of you and I just love to watch them.&lt;br /&gt;I think the best part about watching &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;fireworks&lt;/span&gt; is that everyone is quiet.  We just watch them.  Yes, some comments are made, but for the most part we just watch them and enjoy the mystery and awe.  I love fireworks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8580132779723127459-7926441613562828282?l=flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7926441613562828282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580132779723127459&amp;postID=7926441613562828282' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580132779723127459/posts/default/7926441613562828282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580132779723127459/posts/default/7926441613562828282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com/2008/07/fire-works.html' title='Fire Works!'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01411842451151787159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WxfVRe8ysTs/S47ip060fyI/AAAAAAAAAZw/TlKAJi5m0fw/S220/Christmas+%26+Misc+037.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580132779723127459.post-5364736072132361023</id><published>2008-07-02T20:26:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T20:31:23.004-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Enough</title><content type='html'>Just to stand outside, and feel the warm breeze blow against my face... is enough.&lt;br /&gt;Looking up into the night sky, and seeing the stars so clear... is enough.&lt;br /&gt;Watching the grass(in the field behind my house) move in the warm breeze... is enough.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want a lot...just enough.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8580132779723127459-5364736072132361023?l=flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5364736072132361023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580132779723127459&amp;postID=5364736072132361023' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580132779723127459/posts/default/5364736072132361023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580132779723127459/posts/default/5364736072132361023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com/2008/07/enough.html' title='Enough'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01411842451151787159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WxfVRe8ysTs/S47ip060fyI/AAAAAAAAAZw/TlKAJi5m0fw/S220/Christmas+%26+Misc+037.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580132779723127459.post-173915442624748367</id><published>2008-07-01T21:50:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T22:32:08.806-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Doubting Julie</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I've been thinking about Thomas from the Bible. I do admit that I still have some more research to do, but this is what I'm thinking now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We have always been taught the negative of him. How he doubted Christ's resurrection, and needed to see proof.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Well, he did doubt. But this is the thing I'm thinking...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;His savior and friend and teacher has just been murdered by the Romans.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I have wondered what the "word on the street" was, did the followers of Christ, as I'm sure people knew who they were, did they get taunted, or persecuted???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Rumors, I'm sure, abounded especially with the "disappearance" of the body and all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So, would I need to also have "proof"? Yes, I know I would. If I was alive then, I would have been doubting Julie. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Blessed are those who believe and not seen (my wording). I do believe what I have read and been taught about Christ and His resurrection. To me it's easy, but other things I need "proof" Why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We let God save our souls and secure us eternally, but freak out that we might not be able to pay our bills. I have more study and thinking to do. What do you think?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8580132779723127459-173915442624748367?l=flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/173915442624748367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580132779723127459&amp;postID=173915442624748367' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580132779723127459/posts/default/173915442624748367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580132779723127459/posts/default/173915442624748367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com/2008/07/doubting-julie.html' title='Doubting Julie'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01411842451151787159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WxfVRe8ysTs/S47ip060fyI/AAAAAAAAAZw/TlKAJi5m0fw/S220/Christmas+%26+Misc+037.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580132779723127459.post-4900523579811219164</id><published>2008-06-28T12:52:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T13:26:42.686-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Little Rain</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WxfVRe8ysTs/SGaBMaps8KI/AAAAAAAAALk/ILv_wZyHkWg/s1600-h/Flood+Pictures+%26+050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216999268667945122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WxfVRe8ysTs/SGaBMaps8KI/AAAAAAAAALk/ILv_wZyHkWg/s200/Flood+Pictures+%26+050.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WxfVRe8ysTs/SGaBMxuF0hI/AAAAAAAAALs/dkuNQfFc-Ls/s1600-h/Flood+Pictures+%26+047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216999274860368402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WxfVRe8ysTs/SGaBMxuF0hI/AAAAAAAAALs/dkuNQfFc-Ls/s200/Flood+Pictures+%26+047.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WxfVRe8ysTs/SGaBNC81NKI/AAAAAAAAAL0/03HvKKJi6l4/s1600-h/Flood+Pictures+%26+048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216999279485596834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WxfVRe8ysTs/SGaBNC81NKI/AAAAAAAAAL0/03HvKKJi6l4/s200/Flood+Pictures+%26+048.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WxfVRe8ysTs/SGaBNeqkJwI/AAAAAAAAAL8/_GnH397Wq4Y/s1600-h/Flood+Pictures+%26+049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216999286925174530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WxfVRe8ysTs/SGaBNeqkJwI/AAAAAAAAAL8/_GnH397Wq4Y/s200/Flood+Pictures+%26+049.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WxfVRe8ysTs/SGaBNyzU2LI/AAAAAAAAAME/Sn8IhvrHvOc/s1600-h/Flood+Pictures+%26+051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216999292330629298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WxfVRe8ysTs/SGaBNyzU2LI/AAAAAAAAAME/Sn8IhvrHvOc/s200/Flood+Pictures+%26+051.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WxfVRe8ysTs/SGZ-fJ_U3TI/AAAAAAAAALc/DFwC0X-uv4Q/s1600-h/Flood+Pictures+%26+046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216996292077870386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WxfVRe8ysTs/SGZ-fJ_U3TI/AAAAAAAAALc/DFwC0X-uv4Q/s200/Flood+Pictures+%26+046.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yup, just a little rain today and last night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This is the drainage ditch that runs behind our yard.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We usually have 12/15 feet between the fence and the ditch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Our house is dry, but the yard will squish for a week probably.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Good for the...um...good for something...somewhere...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8580132779723127459-4900523579811219164?l=flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4900523579811219164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580132779723127459&amp;postID=4900523579811219164' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580132779723127459/posts/default/4900523579811219164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580132779723127459/posts/default/4900523579811219164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com/2008/06/little-rain.html' title='A Little Rain'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01411842451151787159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WxfVRe8ysTs/S47ip060fyI/AAAAAAAAAZw/TlKAJi5m0fw/S220/Christmas+%26+Misc+037.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WxfVRe8ysTs/SGaBMaps8KI/AAAAAAAAALk/ILv_wZyHkWg/s72-c/Flood+Pictures+%26+050.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580132779723127459.post-1398844332122065781</id><published>2008-06-27T22:21:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T22:26:14.304-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hair Today</title><content type='html'>I have long hair.  I have been growing it from the time my Husband started Police Academy, and it's been about 2 or more years now. &lt;br /&gt;So I finally go and get it trimmed ( I have once before while growing it out), and the nice lady tells me my hair is old.&lt;br /&gt;My hair is old.&lt;br /&gt;She said that I need to put leave on conditioner and baby my hair now that it's long, because the ends are old.&lt;br /&gt;It kinda makes me feel grossed out to have "old" hair.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, it matches the rest of me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8580132779723127459-1398844332122065781?l=flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1398844332122065781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580132779723127459&amp;postID=1398844332122065781' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580132779723127459/posts/default/1398844332122065781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580132779723127459/posts/default/1398844332122065781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com/2008/06/hair-today.html' title='Hair Today'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01411842451151787159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WxfVRe8ysTs/S47ip060fyI/AAAAAAAAAZw/TlKAJi5m0fw/S220/Christmas+%26+Misc+037.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580132779723127459.post-3838280998758970779</id><published>2008-06-26T09:31:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T09:49:28.884-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A friend of my Husband has had a heart attack last Sunday. He is the Officer that was the guest speaker for my husband's DARE graduation. Ernie was driving to the hospital to see his dad (who was getting some kind of de-fib something adjusted for is heart), when he said his back started to hurt and his right hand went tingle. He stopped at a gas station and bought some aspirin- just in case- and continued to go see his dad. He got to the hosp. and was talking to a doctor and told him about his drive when I guess he went down and they started working on him. The nurse that was doing compressions tired out and a big male nurse lifted her off and out of the way and jumped on Ernie and punched his chest...oh yeah, they had to because meanwhile they had already zapped him 4 times!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ernie said he remembers bits and pieces...like going down the hall way on a gurney really fast, being thrown onto a table and strapped down with the people saying they had to hurry because he couldn't go into de-fib again because they couldn't zap him anymore. Actually, he had officially "died" and they re-started him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;His eyes are all blood shot from the zaps and blood thinner-solid red instead of the white. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ernie is about 52, runs 3miles a day and is on the swat team. Used to be a professional body builder when younger. He said he wondered why he never felt rested. Hmm!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The people put a shunt in his 100% blocked, and 2 weeks from now they will repair his 85% blocked.He said he feels sooooo much better. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;He is fortunate to be alive. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Much to be thankful for, huh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8580132779723127459-3838280998758970779?l=flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3838280998758970779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580132779723127459&amp;postID=3838280998758970779' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580132779723127459/posts/default/3838280998758970779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580132779723127459/posts/default/3838280998758970779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com/2008/06/friend-of-my-husband-has-had-heart.html' title='Friend'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01411842451151787159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WxfVRe8ysTs/S47ip060fyI/AAAAAAAAAZw/TlKAJi5m0fw/S220/Christmas+%26+Misc+037.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580132779723127459.post-6355423545576364783</id><published>2008-06-21T19:54:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T19:59:18.164-05:00</updated><title type='text'>??</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;How smart do you think we would be if we used more than 8% of our brain?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Why do you think we use such a little amount?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Why is it that some people use even less than 8%?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8580132779723127459-6355423545576364783?l=flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6355423545576364783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580132779723127459&amp;postID=6355423545576364783' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580132779723127459/posts/default/6355423545576364783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580132779723127459/posts/default/6355423545576364783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com/2008/06/blog-post.html' title='??'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01411842451151787159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WxfVRe8ysTs/S47ip060fyI/AAAAAAAAAZw/TlKAJi5m0fw/S220/Christmas+%26+Misc+037.JPG'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580132779723127459.post-7705317883820699510</id><published>2008-06-20T21:33:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T21:42:09.248-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Childhood Flashback</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I have hazy memory of a day when my sister and I were walking down the dirt street behind our house in Beulah.  I wasn't in school yet, so I must have been around 4 or 5  Kay is 2 years older than I am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I remember having fallen...seeing my white knee high socks red...my knees all red too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I remember Kay trying to carry me home.  She had her arm under my back and one hand under one leg.  I also remember having her let me walk, as opposed to being dragged.  She was the hero.  I remember my Mom picking rocks out of my knees with tweezers.  I was very brave.  I enjoyed the pity.  It was a terrible injury, and I had chicken skin on my knees until about 15 years ago from it.  I also remember being more upset about seeing the blood and my white socks getting red.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8580132779723127459-7705317883820699510?l=flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7705317883820699510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580132779723127459&amp;postID=7705317883820699510' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580132779723127459/posts/default/7705317883820699510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580132779723127459/posts/default/7705317883820699510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com/2008/06/childhood-flashback.html' title='Childhood Flashback'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01411842451151787159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WxfVRe8ysTs/S47ip060fyI/AAAAAAAAAZw/TlKAJi5m0fw/S220/Christmas+%26+Misc+037.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580132779723127459.post-4979185859123047544</id><published>2008-06-16T15:11:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T15:33:54.195-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Frenemy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WxfVRe8ysTs/SFbK5VI6UEI/AAAAAAAAALE/fwaZEZZv3Lg/s1600-h/cute+kitty4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212576705003802690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WxfVRe8ysTs/SFbK5VI6UEI/AAAAAAAAALE/fwaZEZZv3Lg/s200/cute+kitty4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My sister in law has a cat and  dog...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Enough said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8580132779723127459-4979185859123047544?l=flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4979185859123047544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580132779723127459&amp;postID=4979185859123047544' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580132779723127459/posts/default/4979185859123047544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580132779723127459/posts/default/4979185859123047544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com/2008/06/frenemy.html' title='Frenemy'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01411842451151787159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WxfVRe8ysTs/S47ip060fyI/AAAAAAAAAZw/TlKAJi5m0fw/S220/Christmas+%26+Misc+037.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WxfVRe8ysTs/SFbK5VI6UEI/AAAAAAAAALE/fwaZEZZv3Lg/s72-c/cute+kitty4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580132779723127459.post-4183458112094497426</id><published>2008-06-13T20:46:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T20:51:46.568-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Horrible Beauty Accident</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We have had a horrible beauty accident at our house.  Horrible!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My oldest daughter (14) called me urgently into the bathroom yesterday...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;She had a box of those waxing strips...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It said place on where you want to remove the hair...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Well, she followed the instructions...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Remember she is 14...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Now she has no left eyebrow....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Cried, and cried, and cried, and cried, and cried...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I bought some eyebrow pencils...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Good to go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8580132779723127459-4183458112094497426?l=flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4183458112094497426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580132779723127459&amp;postID=4183458112094497426' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580132779723127459/posts/default/4183458112094497426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580132779723127459/posts/default/4183458112094497426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com/2008/06/horrible-beauty-accident.html' title='Horrible Beauty Accident'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01411842451151787159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WxfVRe8ysTs/S47ip060fyI/AAAAAAAAAZw/TlKAJi5m0fw/S220/Christmas+%26+Misc+037.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580132779723127459.post-6200168600454734813</id><published>2008-06-12T22:19:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T22:37:14.149-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I am a copy cat!  I know this, so I don't care.  I am going to copy Spinster's Thursday 13.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Thirteen things that make me laugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1. My youngest daughter-usually when she isn't trying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2. My Jerry cat. He is very round. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;3. My "little blue" car.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;4. My oldest girl trying to be cool in the "little blue" car. ( she thinks it's a stinky car)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;5. Neighbors cocker spaniel- not so smart...but she sure is purty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;6.Our 17 yr old...so much to learn...poor baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;7.Toes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;8. The fact that after 5 years of living in this house my kids still get the garbage disposal switch, and the light switch mixed up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;9. Kay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;10. Dad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;11. Mom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;12. The movie "Two weeks Notice"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;13. Jerry cat..again..see he has to run fast past the end of the bed, and it looks like someone has tossed him into the room.  It's just funny. He does that into all the rooms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Also, I laugh at people who look silly, and at movies, and books.  I don't laugh "at" people...I laugh at what they are doing, or not doing.  I think I'm pretty happy for the most part. Easy to entertain.  I  also like to laugh about penguins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8580132779723127459-6200168600454734813?l=flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6200168600454734813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580132779723127459&amp;postID=6200168600454734813' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580132779723127459/posts/default/6200168600454734813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580132779723127459/posts/default/6200168600454734813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com/2008/06/thursday.html' title='Thursday'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01411842451151787159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WxfVRe8ysTs/S47ip060fyI/AAAAAAAAAZw/TlKAJi5m0fw/S220/Christmas+%26+Misc+037.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580132779723127459.post-1898437384646447395</id><published>2008-06-11T17:32:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T17:40:26.752-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Great Movie!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;My husband and I watched a great movie today.  "The World's Fastest Indian"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;This movie is rated pg 13 for brief language (some old &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;fashion&lt;/span&gt; words), drug use ( heart med. and Indian cure for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;prostate&lt;/span&gt; problem), and sexual reference ( nothing very bad at all ).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;This movie is a feel good movie.  You think "oh no",  and than you want to cry and than you laugh, and by the end you will cheer.  It is such an enjoyable movie that my hubby said he wouldn't mind owning it.  And that's saying a lot!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;So go rent it and let me know how you did, or didn't enjoy it.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8580132779723127459-1898437384646447395?l=flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1898437384646447395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580132779723127459&amp;postID=1898437384646447395' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580132779723127459/posts/default/1898437384646447395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580132779723127459/posts/default/1898437384646447395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com/2008/06/great-movie.html' title='Great Movie!'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01411842451151787159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WxfVRe8ysTs/S47ip060fyI/AAAAAAAAAZw/TlKAJi5m0fw/S220/Christmas+%26+Misc+037.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580132779723127459.post-8630529915825747143</id><published>2008-06-08T13:25:00.012-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T13:56:44.402-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Plant</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WxfVRe8ysTs/SEwpNZDe0XI/AAAAAAAAAK8/JnOGnlq1P4g/s1600-h/Blooms+015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209584179001348466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WxfVRe8ysTs/SEwpNZDe0XI/AAAAAAAAAK8/JnOGnlq1P4g/s200/Blooms+015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have this plant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WxfVRe8ysTs/SEwo6oDphcI/AAAAAAAAAK0/iKbAG4J07Gk/s1600-h/Blooms+019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209583856611067330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WxfVRe8ysTs/SEwo6oDphcI/AAAAAAAAAK0/iKbAG4J07Gk/s200/Blooms+019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't remember the name. It is from my Mother in-laws plant that is around 50+ years old. It was her Daddy's plant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WxfVRe8ysTs/SEwodkPmLhI/AAAAAAAAAKs/047K3qr-W9U/s1600-h/Blooms+016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209583357371231762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WxfVRe8ysTs/SEwodkPmLhI/AAAAAAAAAKs/047K3qr-W9U/s200/Blooms+016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They don't bloom very willingly or often. Last year I got one bloom. They start off looking like waxy stars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WxfVRe8ysTs/SEwoNRYT08I/AAAAAAAAAKk/EIzTCPDQ5_Q/s1600-h/Blooms+018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209583077429597122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WxfVRe8ysTs/SEwoNRYT08I/AAAAAAAAAKk/EIzTCPDQ5_Q/s200/Blooms+018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And than they open up to pretty waxy flowers that are a little drippy with something sticky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WxfVRe8ysTs/SEwn4orKu5I/AAAAAAAAAKc/IN2KVt2AQqM/s1600-h/Blooms+017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209582722905455506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WxfVRe8ysTs/SEwn4orKu5I/AAAAAAAAAKc/IN2KVt2AQqM/s200/Blooms+017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year I have 4 bloom clusters!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would have had 5, but one fell off because we didn't have any heat going and it got cold in the house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The plant really likes where it is living right now I guess. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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;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;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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8580132779723127459-8630529915825747143?l=flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8630529915825747143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580132779723127459&amp;postID=8630529915825747143' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580132779723127459/posts/default/8630529915825747143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580132779723127459/posts/default/8630529915825747143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com/2008/06/plant.html' title='Plant'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01411842451151787159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WxfVRe8ysTs/S47ip060fyI/AAAAAAAAAZw/TlKAJi5m0fw/S220/Christmas+%26+Misc+037.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WxfVRe8ysTs/SEwpNZDe0XI/AAAAAAAAAK8/JnOGnlq1P4g/s72-c/Blooms+015.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580132779723127459.post-1677646925644686742</id><published>2008-06-07T18:43:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T19:16:21.079-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Arizona Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WxfVRe8ysTs/SEsdkkMESnI/AAAAAAAAAJs/-5CFkHVuIIk/s1600-h/Desert+Landscape.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209289908010895986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WxfVRe8ysTs/SEsdkkMESnI/AAAAAAAAAJs/-5CFkHVuIIk/s200/Desert+Landscape.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After we were taken to the truck stop we called a tow truck, and left a gospel track, and $20 into the strange mans truck.  The tow truck was the one that passed us earlier on the road and didn't stop.  This guy was old and groovy.  He had chains around his neck...we could see them because his coveralls were un-hitched down to his belly button (almost).  This guy was something that was for sure.  He pulled in and asked who had called for the "wrecker"? Strange man drove away having done his good deed, and stranger man took over. Because Kay had to ride in the middle with the strange man I was voted (by one vote) to ride in the middle next to the very strange man.  He gave us a lecture on highway protocol, about how we should have had our hood up( apparently a universal sign of needing help), and had his eyes glaze over when he asked about us..sister just out of (or almost) Bible collage and myself about to marry an MK.  He also asked us if we had ever ridden in a "wrecker"  we had to say no.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He drove to our car, and towed it to his shop, and than loaded us into his car to take us to a hotel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;His car was almost a low rider, and he had a sign on it that said" Blue velvet" or something weird like that.  It was decked out in blue velvet and he had the blues playing in his 8 track.  Deposited us at the "lovely hotel" and said he would pick us up in the morning, and that the car should be almost finished soon.  He picked us up and drove us to his shop...fixed the car and charged us a ton of money  for the repaired and also the "good deed" of driving us to and from the hotel.  After leaving the shop and driving a few miles we stoped to get gas and the gas man checked our tires  air pressure, and the tire the mechanic had removed to make the repair was about 20 pounds low on air.  The gas man filled it up and sent us on our way.  Another thing I remember about that trip was going through the McDonald's drive through and getting nasty fries.  We didn't turn back to get the fries fixed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8580132779723127459-1677646925644686742?l=flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1677646925644686742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580132779723127459&amp;postID=1677646925644686742' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580132779723127459/posts/default/1677646925644686742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580132779723127459/posts/default/1677646925644686742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com/2008/06/arizona-part-2.html' title='Arizona Part 2'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01411842451151787159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WxfVRe8ysTs/S47ip060fyI/AAAAAAAAAZw/TlKAJi5m0fw/S220/Christmas+%26+Misc+037.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WxfVRe8ysTs/SEsdkkMESnI/AAAAAAAAAJs/-5CFkHVuIIk/s72-c/Desert+Landscape.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580132779723127459.post-3760626733605351626</id><published>2008-06-05T19:08:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T19:29:34.139-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Arizona</title><content type='html'>When My sister and I were in our early 20's ...I lived in California. She flew out and we did the road trip thingy back home to Colorado. I had a little blue Ford Lynx, and it had no air conditioning.  Not having air conditioning is not much fun in that part of the country by the way.&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere past Kingsman the car went ca put! We were at the side of the road (pre cell phone days), and didn't really know what to do. We waited and watched a tow truck drive by, but it didn't stop. Finally- after much frantic praying a truck thingy stoped. This very scraggy dude insisted on checking out our car. Insisted! Well, meanwhile back in the car, I managed to find a metal fingernail file for protection, you know, to fight off the roadside killer. We had also been talking about America's Most Wanted, and how we were a good episode waiting to happen, that was before this guy came by. "And the last time they were seen was five miles east of Kingsman Arizona" da, da, daaaaa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this guy insisted on waiting with us by the highway, because it was not safe for us to be out by ourselves.  Funny, because we were thinking it might not be so safe to have him waiting with us beside the road, anyway, I don't know how, but he insisted on giving us a ride back toward Kingsman to a truck stop so we could call a tow truck.  I sat by the door because I could run faster than Kay could.  We were thinking at least. Kinda.&lt;br /&gt; This guy was living in his truck thingy, kinda at loose ends, because he had lost his daughter in an accident. He was towing a vehicle and she was steering the pulled one, and somehow something happened and the little girl was killed. Horrible guilt kept him away from his home. He just walked away. We called a tow truck, and left a gospel track and $20 in his truck thingy, and he went away to who knows where. Sad man, but he could have been as bad as he looked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the tow truck... wow! That I will save for the next time. Yes, it's that interesting!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8580132779723127459-3760626733605351626?l=flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3760626733605351626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580132779723127459&amp;postID=3760626733605351626' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580132779723127459/posts/default/3760626733605351626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580132779723127459/posts/default/3760626733605351626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com/2008/06/arizona.html' title='Arizona'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01411842451151787159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WxfVRe8ysTs/S47ip060fyI/AAAAAAAAAZw/TlKAJi5m0fw/S220/Christmas+%26+Misc+037.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580132779723127459.post-2136705290598909066</id><published>2008-06-03T13:15:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T13:31:45.208-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Catch up</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;Here is a wandering list of things that have happened in the past few days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;1. Summer school has started, and I'm not working it!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;2. Hubby is now on summer work schedule...4 on and 3 off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;3. Strange to be home during the day with just us grown ups...nice strange.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;4. So hot, I got told I could clean out the vents to start up the air...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;5. I cleaned out the vents to start up the air, duh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;6.I have been walking after delivering young lings to the schools for babysitting and school work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;7. Baby sitting for the 7th grader&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;8. School credit for the 2 highschoolers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;9. I think I just like making lists sometimes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;10. I have been reading some good books.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;11. Scary books, so I wont tell you about them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;12. The new Koontz book is out!!! "Odd Hours"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;13. I'm waiting for the smaller hard back to match my, oh wait never mind, mine is that size.  tee hee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;The following poem is something that I wrote a while back.  I just felt physically ill whenever the news would talk about China and all of the dead.  I felt compelled to write something down...get my feelings out...my sorrow.  I know their are Christians in China, and I would just like to encourage all of my readers/friends to continue to pray for that land and her people.  That God would be working great good out of such horrible devastation.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8580132779723127459-2136705290598909066?l=flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2136705290598909066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580132779723127459&amp;postID=2136705290598909066' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580132779723127459/posts/default/2136705290598909066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580132779723127459/posts/default/2136705290598909066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com/2008/06/catch-up.html' title='Catch up'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01411842451151787159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WxfVRe8ysTs/S47ip060fyI/AAAAAAAAAZw/TlKAJi5m0fw/S220/Christmas+%26+Misc+037.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580132779723127459.post-8585485489113318118</id><published>2008-06-03T13:10:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T13:14:51.634-05:00</updated><title type='text'>China's Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WxfVRe8ysTs/SEWJ-RP5fPI/AAAAAAAAAJY/6eWczVT-9dU/s1600-h/china-thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207720246998826226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 77px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 58px" height="58" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WxfVRe8ysTs/SEWJ-RP5fPI/AAAAAAAAAJY/6eWczVT-9dU/s200/china-thumb.jpg" width="154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May,19.2008&lt;br /&gt;All the children...heavy stones&lt;br /&gt;See the parents...all alone&lt;br /&gt;Cries of terror...cries of pain&lt;br /&gt;Who will hear them... cry in vain&lt;br /&gt;Sobbing woman...all alone&lt;br /&gt;Sitting on the graves of stone&lt;br /&gt;Empty eyes...hollow hearts&lt;br /&gt;Broken families...forever apart&lt;br /&gt;Jesus loves the little ones&lt;br /&gt;Sees the terror...hears the pain&lt;br /&gt;Maybe someone...knows the Truth&lt;br /&gt;Tell the hurting...God's new birth&lt;br /&gt;All the children...heavy stones&lt;br /&gt;See the parents...all alone&lt;br /&gt;China sitting all alone&lt;br /&gt;Graves of silence...hearts of stone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8580132779723127459-8585485489113318118?l=flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8585485489113318118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580132779723127459&amp;postID=8585485489113318118' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580132779723127459/posts/default/8585485489113318118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580132779723127459/posts/default/8585485489113318118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com/2008/06/chinas-heart.html' title='China&apos;s Heart'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01411842451151787159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WxfVRe8ysTs/S47ip060fyI/AAAAAAAAAZw/TlKAJi5m0fw/S220/Christmas+%26+Misc+037.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WxfVRe8ysTs/SEWJ-RP5fPI/AAAAAAAAAJY/6eWczVT-9dU/s72-c/china-thumb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580132779723127459.post-7414129685833073756</id><published>2008-05-28T20:14:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T20:24:44.203-05:00</updated><title type='text'>How it's Going</title><content type='html'>This is how it's going so far...&lt;br /&gt;Kay can't get on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kay hit the snot out of her head first thing today&lt;br /&gt;J, her boy, got hit in the nose with a baseball&lt;br /&gt;All of the kids played "Twister" and no one got hurt!&lt;br /&gt;The van is fixed, and my Hubby is going to do the tune-up tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;We had a good lunch and dinner&lt;br /&gt;And, as of this time, the night is still young and the kids are back outside with a ball, so someone still has time to get injured.&lt;br /&gt;Plans to catch &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;firefly's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plans to roast &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;marshmallows&lt;/span&gt; (not tonight)&lt;br /&gt;Plans to go eat out somewhere&lt;br /&gt;And I plan to go to bed early tonight...right :)&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and an interesting side note... My bird &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Koko&lt;/span&gt; likes Kay!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Hmmm&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8580132779723127459-7414129685833073756?l=flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7414129685833073756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580132779723127459&amp;postID=7414129685833073756' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580132779723127459/posts/default/7414129685833073756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580132779723127459/posts/default/7414129685833073756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com/2008/05/how-its-going.html' title='How it&apos;s Going'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01411842451151787159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WxfVRe8ysTs/S47ip060fyI/AAAAAAAAAZw/TlKAJi5m0fw/S220/Christmas+%26+Misc+037.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580132779723127459.post-3567301988814863027</id><published>2008-05-23T16:49:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T17:39:25.860-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Flowers and Flags</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WxfVRe8ysTs/SDdD6BP5fOI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/FFrWtRVc_KQ/s1600-h/DECORATED_GRAVE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203702558496488674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WxfVRe8ysTs/SDdD6BP5fOI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/FFrWtRVc_KQ/s200/DECORATED_GRAVE.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;I see the flowers and flags... being placed inside the yard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;Silent memory...quiet voices&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;I see them guarding the dead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;I see the old man kneeling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;Pulling weeds from the flowers and flags&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;I see the tears he doesn't want to shed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;For the loss and for the dead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;I see the small child standing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;Among the flowers and flags&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;Wondering why Grandpa is crying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;Wondering why he is sad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;Today the sun is shining&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;Today good food will be had&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;Just don't forget the reason&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;For all of the flowers and flags&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8580132779723127459-3567301988814863027?l=flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3567301988814863027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580132779723127459&amp;postID=3567301988814863027' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580132779723127459/posts/default/3567301988814863027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580132779723127459/posts/default/3567301988814863027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com/2008/05/flowers-and-flags.html' title='Flowers and Flags'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01411842451151787159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WxfVRe8ysTs/S47ip060fyI/AAAAAAAAAZw/TlKAJi5m0fw/S220/Christmas+%26+Misc+037.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_WxfVRe8ysTs/SDdD6BP5fOI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/FFrWtRVc_KQ/s72-c/DECORATED_GRAVE.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580132779723127459.post-2487543989856193470</id><published>2008-05-22T18:47:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T18:54:58.982-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thirteen Blessings on Thursday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Loving Husband&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wonderful Children&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Parents that are nearly perfect..nearly :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cats that use the litter box&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Only one parrot&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A nice house&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cars that run&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A sister that is also a friend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Extended family that would do anything if needed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A vivid imagination&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Work that amuses me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Love of reading&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All of my fingers and toes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8580132779723127459-2487543989856193470?l=flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2487543989856193470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580132779723127459&amp;postID=2487543989856193470' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580132779723127459/posts/default/2487543989856193470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580132779723127459/posts/default/2487543989856193470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com/2008/05/thirteen-blessings-on-thursday.html' title='Thirteen Blessings on Thursday'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01411842451151787159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WxfVRe8ysTs/S47ip060fyI/AAAAAAAAAZw/TlKAJi5m0fw/S220/Christmas+%26+Misc+037.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580132779723127459.post-5040793650769208689</id><published>2008-05-21T21:31:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T22:10:59.427-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Odd Julie</title><content type='html'>As a child, I used to have to climb through the wash room window when we got locked out of the house. Now I probably couldn't even put my head through the window. It was a side open window with a weird handle.&lt;br /&gt;I have been know to push all of my sisters many, many buttons...a lot, and often, and than to run and hide. :) (like that worked, I always thought if she killed me she would get in trouble..maybe)&lt;br /&gt;I collect knives, and yet I am afraid of cutting myself.&lt;br /&gt;I can imitate many musical instruments, and some people.&lt;br /&gt;I have to count telephone poles while riding in a car, or driveways, or trees, or birds, or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;I once had a girl from my mom's church convinced that I could tell the difference between the different colored M&amp;amp;M's ( I was almost 30). I had a streak going. Oh yes, I'm that good.&lt;br /&gt;I carried a pocket knife and a rubber tarantula in my purse as a child. Her name was Charlotte. (the spider not the knife..I don't remember the knifes name).&lt;br /&gt;I am so good at using "puppy dog eyes" that I have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;voluntarily&lt;/span&gt; banned myself from using them. The power is too much for one person.&lt;br /&gt;I hum at work.&lt;br /&gt;I whistle for my kids (and husband). They know my whistle, and obey. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;!!! Right!&lt;br /&gt;At least once a week I crack myself up so much that I laugh out loud.&lt;br /&gt;I ask strangers if their piercings hurt.&lt;br /&gt;Or tattoos,&lt;br /&gt;Or where they got their hair done...red, frosted,freaky, you know...&lt;br /&gt;Okay...quick story..I was saying something once to my hubby and he said "If your trying to make me feel guilty it's not working" I said, "if I were trying to make you feel guilty...you would" He didn't think so, so I started to tell him what I was saying before, and laying it on, and he said "fine!" And started to go do it, and I said "I was making you feel guilty and you did!" I laughed and so did he, I know how to use the guilt trip...my mommy taught me that one. :) With love of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Now share at least one odd thing about you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Remember to keep it clean...you know who you are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8580132779723127459-5040793650769208689?l=flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5040793650769208689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580132779723127459&amp;postID=5040793650769208689' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580132779723127459/posts/default/5040793650769208689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580132779723127459/posts/default/5040793650769208689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com/2008/05/odd-julie.html' title='Odd Julie'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01411842451151787159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WxfVRe8ysTs/S47ip060fyI/AAAAAAAAAZw/TlKAJi5m0fw/S220/Christmas+%26+Misc+037.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580132779723127459.post-7594949966033568800</id><published>2008-05-18T16:33:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T17:01:25.172-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tight, tight, tight!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WxfVRe8ysTs/SDCg6_t9loI/AAAAAAAAAJA/7pZnU1gubJs/s1600-h/money.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201834505009993346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 167px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 135px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="99" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WxfVRe8ysTs/SDCg6_t9loI/AAAAAAAAAJA/7pZnU1gubJs/s200/money.jpg" width="235" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;Things are hard all over!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;I see on the news a family that the husband works a full time job while the wife works three part time jobs. One job pays the utilities, one pays the mortgage, and the other buys groceries. I don't remember what the husband's job pays for, maybe bills. Anyway, they have two small children and she just found out she is pregnant again. They don't know what they will do, but seemed hopeful. This is back East, so I imagine that the financial crunch must be tighter in a larger city. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;Here things are also tight. The gas and grocery prices are rising, and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;salaries&lt;/span&gt; seem to be the same. But I am thankful for something now that I used to be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;un&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;thankful for (much to my shame), I am married to a very tight man. I mean that in the way that he doesn't just spend money...he doesn't just let me spend money (why I was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;un&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;thankful perhaps?). We have switched our lights to the energy saving bulbs about four years ago...long before it was the style. We run our bath water into a bucket until it gets warm and use it to water plants (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;strawberries&lt;/span&gt; and such) instead of letting it go down the drain. We are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;frugal&lt;/span&gt; with our lights, and air conditioning, and I use a clothes line. In the winter I can hang the clothes on hangers and they dry over night because our house is a balmy 87...we use a wood furnace that lives in our garage, and vents into our house (we all help chop wood during the summers...something to see actually). I also am always using coupons and have been on a grocery allowance, although I push that sometimes. :) So, God has taken care of me and my children by making my husband a tight man with his money. Things are still difficult, but not quite so bad for us right now. I know things can get better or worse, but I am thankful that I have been in training for almost 8 years now for the hard times. People always &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;say&lt;/span&gt; what they would do if they won the lottery. We would probably get new carpet, build a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;sun room&lt;/span&gt;, but I doubt it would be spent without thought. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8580132779723127459-7594949966033568800?l=flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7594949966033568800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580132779723127459&amp;postID=7594949966033568800' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580132779723127459/posts/default/7594949966033568800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580132779723127459/posts/default/7594949966033568800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com/2008/05/tight-tight-tight.html' title='Tight, tight, tight!'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01411842451151787159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WxfVRe8ysTs/S47ip060fyI/AAAAAAAAAZw/TlKAJi5m0fw/S220/Christmas+%26+Misc+037.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_WxfVRe8ysTs/SDCg6_t9loI/AAAAAAAAAJA/7pZnU1gubJs/s72-c/money.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580132779723127459.post-4712127306756988952</id><published>2008-05-16T21:38:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T21:57:28.104-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Favorite Toy #1</title><content type='html'>One of my most favorite toys growing up was a little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Barbi&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt; doll and farm set. She was not as large as a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Barbi&lt;/span&gt;...kinda a skipper size, and had long red hair. Had a little house on the prairie type dress and a bow in her hair. I don't remember her name, but I loved her. I was around 8 when I got her for Christmas. She came with a buckboard wagon, a little pony(no moving parts on the pony), picnic basket with food,bales of plastic hay, farm animals-chickens and chicks...ducks and ducklings...rooster...food for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;picnic&lt;/span&gt; basket...apples...bread...cups...plates...all kinds of stuff. Stuff, stuff stuff! And it was all connected on large plastic &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;thingamajig&lt;/span&gt; that you had to pop all of them apart one at a time-like an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;airplane&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;model&lt;/span&gt;. Wonderful stuff! The first night (Christmas Eve) I think I lost some dishes. She also had a barn to put together. That doll and pony and wagon packed up and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;un&lt;/span&gt;-loaded quite a bit, and each time I think I lost something. Finally, after about a year or two, I just had the doll, wagon, and pony. So sad! As a grown up one day, I was digging in some of my Mom's junk at home and found a baby chick!! I nearly cried! That was the best toy I had ever had, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;probably&lt;/span&gt; the most regretted by my Mom. (farm animals everywhere :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So! If your child has a toy that is messy and gets lost all the time...safe bet is that it's a favorite.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8580132779723127459-4712127306756988952?l=flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4712127306756988952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580132779723127459&amp;postID=4712127306756988952' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580132779723127459/posts/default/4712127306756988952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580132779723127459/posts/default/4712127306756988952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com/2008/05/favorite-toy-1.html' title='Favorite Toy #1'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01411842451151787159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WxfVRe8ysTs/S47ip060fyI/AAAAAAAAAZw/TlKAJi5m0fw/S220/Christmas+%26+Misc+037.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580132779723127459.post-7428366855850582904</id><published>2008-05-15T16:16:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T16:28:55.295-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thirteen Thursday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thirteen things I want (ed ) to be when I grow up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I "borrowed" this idea from my sister.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1.I want to be an artist&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2. I want to be a poet/writer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3. I want to be independently wealthy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;4.I want to be able to speak Spanish, Navajo, Italian, and French&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;5. I (when a child) wanted to grow up to be a genie or a witch (from TV shows)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;6.I want to be Wonder Woman&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;7.I want to be a free lance photographer -I have some ideas...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;8. I want to be an x-ray tech.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;9.I want to be an Archaeologist-a digger&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;10. I want to be a health inspector..I would close down some places so fast...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;11. I want to be paid to do nothing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;12. I want to work from home and earn enough to not have to work until I'm 70&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;13. I want to be a helicopter pilot&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8580132779723127459-7428366855850582904?l=flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7428366855850582904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580132779723127459&amp;postID=7428366855850582904' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580132779723127459/posts/default/7428366855850582904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580132779723127459/posts/default/7428366855850582904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com/2008/05/thirteen-thursday.html' title='Thirteen Thursday'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01411842451151787159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WxfVRe8ysTs/S47ip060fyI/AAAAAAAAAZw/TlKAJi5m0fw/S220/Christmas+%26+Misc+037.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580132779723127459.post-3861941347622798277</id><published>2008-05-13T19:00:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T19:21:15.559-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Grand Plans</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;I have grand plans.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;My parents are comming to visit us in about two weeks, and I need to make some plans.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;First, I hope that at least one of my sister's kids come out with them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;Or..all of my Colorado family come out to visit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;II. I would like to have my strawberry's ripe so we can have...strawberry pie, strawberry ice cream, strawberry's with a little sugar, and to graze in the strawberry patch...to eat strawberries.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;C. I think that my kids always expect a trip to Ryans, or CiCi's Pizza, and the Dollar Store. The older ones now take money in place of the dollar store-how good of them, huh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;Third, I think we will have a cook out with our extended family (co-workers of hubby), and us all. The kids will have to stay up late-girls- and watch movies or something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;4, I don't know what else to plan, because my folks like to crash early sometimes, and the trip is a hard one to make.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;They stay at a hotel. My dad has to go get coffee and a Mcmuffin every morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;We do a lot of sitting and visiting, but that's alright with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;I always forget what pretty areas to go see when they are out here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;Anyhow, it will be a fun time, and always goes too fast (for me at least :)).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8580132779723127459-3861941347622798277?l=flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3861941347622798277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580132779723127459&amp;postID=3861941347622798277' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580132779723127459/posts/default/3861941347622798277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580132779723127459/posts/default/3861941347622798277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com/2008/05/grand-plans.html' title='Grand Plans'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01411842451151787159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WxfVRe8ysTs/S47ip060fyI/AAAAAAAAAZw/TlKAJi5m0fw/S220/Christmas+%26+Misc+037.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580132779723127459.post-4726775576171400273</id><published>2008-05-10T18:24:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T18:34:22.343-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What I'm Doing Tonight- A Tour In Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WxfVRe8ysTs/SCYv8idRGUI/AAAAAAAAAIo/3VBFASZYVuI/s1600-h/pictures+009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198895536934033730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WxfVRe8ysTs/SCYv8idRGUI/AAAAAAAAAIo/3VBFASZYVuI/s200/pictures+009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;Iris' under bedroom window&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WxfVRe8ysTs/SCYvfydRGTI/AAAAAAAAAIg/mo5iYiGjJAs/s1600-h/pictures+011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198895043012794674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WxfVRe8ysTs/SCYvfydRGTI/AAAAAAAAAIg/mo5iYiGjJAs/s200/pictures+011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;I counted 10, daughter counted 18&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WxfVRe8ysTs/SCYvUidRGSI/AAAAAAAAAIY/gd74wPM904Y/s1600-h/pictures+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198894849739266338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WxfVRe8ysTs/SCYvUidRGSI/AAAAAAAAAIY/gd74wPM904Y/s200/pictures+004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WxfVRe8ysTs/SCYvHCdRGRI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/fg17FTJGAL0/s1600-h/pictures+008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198894617811032338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WxfVRe8ysTs/SCYvHCdRGRI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/fg17FTJGAL0/s200/pictures+008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Moving our way! Yippy,fun night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8580132779723127459-4726775576171400273?l=flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4726775576171400273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580132779723127459&amp;postID=4726775576171400273' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580132779723127459/posts/default/4726775576171400273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580132779723127459/posts/default/4726775576171400273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flowerofthefamily.blogspot.com/2008/05/what-im-doing-tonight-tour-in-pictures.html' title='What I&apos;m Doing Tonight- A Tour In Pictures'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01411842451151787159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WxfVRe8ysTs/S47ip060fyI/AAAAAAAAAZw/TlKAJi5m0fw/S220/Christmas+%26+Misc+037.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WxfVRe8ysTs/SCYv8idRGUI/AAAAAAAAAIo/3VBFASZYVuI/s72-c/pictures+009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry></feed>
