<?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-29559473</id><updated>2012-01-24T03:36:03.901-05:00</updated><category term='Just Me'/><category term='Seasons in Virginia'/><category term='Gift giving'/><category term='Pets'/><category term='Simple Pleasures'/><category term='Family'/><category term='Baby love'/><category term='Silly Stuff'/><category term='Favorite Things'/><category term='Seasonal decorating (Valentine&apos;s Day)'/><category term='Seasonal decorating (Winter)'/><category term='something to ponder'/><category term='Blogging'/><category term='Words Of Encouragement'/><category term='Seasonal decorating (Christmas)'/><category term='friendship'/><category term='Celebration tree'/><category term='Seasonal decorating (Patriotic)'/><category term='Decorating'/><category term='Seasonal decorating (Valentine&apos;s Day)Celebration tree'/><category term='Show and Tell'/><category term='Seasonal decorating~Celebration Tree~ St. Patrick&apos;s Day'/><category term='Beautiful blooms'/><category term='Travel'/><category term='Ponderings'/><category term='Poems I&apos;ve Written'/><category term='Our Home'/><category term='Homekeeping'/><category term='Fashion'/><category term='Miss Bonnie&apos;s House'/><category term='Handmade With Love'/><category term='Seasonal decorating (Summer)'/><category term='Seasonal decorating (Fall)'/><category term='Faith'/><category term='Seasonal decorating (Spring)'/><category term='Recipes'/><category term='Hospitality'/><category term='Going To The Chapel'/><category term='Books'/><title type='text'>A Place Called Home</title><subtitle type='html'>A house is built with brick and stone,
It's the love inside that makes a home.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://home-place.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29559473/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://home-place.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29559473/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Susan P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16123411088490778415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/175/3152/320/house1.0.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>722</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29559473.post-3618409142803294582</id><published>2011-04-13T15:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T15:15:11.480-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Favorite Things'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fashion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;A Gift and a Shift&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Miss Bonnie's best friend is getting married over the weekend so I thought I'd share with y'all what I made for the happy couple.&amp;nbsp; Jessica loves browns and golds,&amp;nbsp;she loves animal prints, and she loves contemporary, so I&amp;nbsp;decided to make this&amp;nbsp;initial picture.&amp;nbsp;I always make my own gift bags ~ I have so much fun doing them!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fKu06xEfXGY/TaXss9ZLiKI/AAAAAAAAFkk/c2IErB4G4X8/s1600/001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fKu06xEfXGY/TaXss9ZLiKI/AAAAAAAAFkk/c2IErB4G4X8/s320/001.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Here's what I'm wearing to the wedding. As you can tell by my dress I am SO ready for Spring!&amp;nbsp; I'm playing it safe, and bringing a little shrug sweater.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9UkPRQ6BwYA/TaXs9ghzrsI/AAAAAAAAFko/_ieLZJBnZIo/s1600/005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9UkPRQ6BwYA/TaXs9ghzrsI/AAAAAAAAFko/_ieLZJBnZIo/s320/005.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Shoes I got on SALE!!&amp;nbsp; Don't you love those words?????&amp;nbsp; Now I have to paint my toes to "spiffy" up my old winter white feet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yljmIbagsK0/TaXtOJFd0_I/AAAAAAAAFks/hneTOvf9ur8/s1600/006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yljmIbagsK0/TaXtOJFd0_I/AAAAAAAAFks/hneTOvf9ur8/s320/006.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Speaking of weddings, when I give&amp;nbsp;a wedding gift I like it to be something "personal," not just some little thing off the registry.&amp;nbsp; From our wedding 28 years ago, I still have a few very special items that I cherish.&amp;nbsp; Sheets and toasters get torn and broken, but something handmade lasts a lifetime.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Whenever I think of special wedding gifts I have to think of my sweet Mama.&amp;nbsp; Her most&amp;nbsp;cherished wedding gift was a large decorated bowl.&amp;nbsp;I don't know if it was because she was in love with the pattern,&amp;nbsp;or if it was because it was given to her by her best friend ~&amp;nbsp;whatever it was, &lt;strong&gt;MAMA LOVED THAT BOWL!&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt; EVERY&lt;/strong&gt; time, and I mean &lt;strong&gt;EVERY&lt;/strong&gt; time we had a special dinner we would always have to use this bowl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Early on Mama&amp;nbsp;referred to&amp;nbsp;it as&amp;nbsp;the "potato salad" bowl, and the name&amp;nbsp;just kind of stuck. &amp;nbsp;No matter what we were having, it was still referred to as the "potato salad" bowl.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Mama kept it up on the top shelf of the cabinet for safety, and we were instructed to NEVER, EVER touch it unless she was around.&amp;nbsp; Whenever my sisters or I would go to reach for the bowl Mama would&amp;nbsp;always say, &lt;strong&gt;"y'all be careful with that bowl....Mary Ellen gave it to me when your Daddy and I got married (insert correct number of years) ago."&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;She made us so nervous about&amp;nbsp;dropping the bowl that none of us ever wanted to be the "one" to get it;)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Mama and Daddy were married for 51 years when he passed away.&amp;nbsp; What I wouldn't give to be back in the kitchen with&amp;nbsp;my Mama, cooking together, all the while&amp;nbsp;worrying about dropping the potato salad bowl.......&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;I know this is a totally random post, but it got me to thinking about what my most treasured wedding gift was ~ it wasn't the most expensive or fanciest&amp;nbsp;gift my any means, as a matter of fact, it was&amp;nbsp;handmade, too.&amp;nbsp; I'll show mine tomorrow, and if y'all wouldn't mind, I'd love to hear about (and or) "see" your's, too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Much love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Susan P.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29559473-3618409142803294582?l=home-place.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://home-place.blogspot.com/feeds/3618409142803294582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29559473&amp;postID=3618409142803294582' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29559473/posts/default/3618409142803294582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29559473/posts/default/3618409142803294582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://home-place.blogspot.com/2011/04/gift-and-shift-miss-bonnies-best-friend.html' title=''/><author><name>Susan P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16123411088490778415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/175/3152/320/house1.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fKu06xEfXGY/TaXss9ZLiKI/AAAAAAAAFkk/c2IErB4G4X8/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29559473.post-1402780225607939354</id><published>2011-04-11T19:47:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T19:48:27.867-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Miss Bonnie&apos;s House'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--dBjD7BqWSM/TaOR6f-WSgI/AAAAAAAAFkg/Ij1xxxKrj48/s1600/006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="cssfloat: left; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--dBjD7BqWSM/TaOR6f-WSgI/AAAAAAAAFkg/Ij1xxxKrj48/s320/006.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Housewarming Gift&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Mr. P is such a kind and thoughtful Daddy.&amp;nbsp; He wanted to get something special for Miss Bonnie for her new home.&amp;nbsp; He went on Ebay and bought this old 1948&amp;nbsp;Home &amp;amp; Garden&amp;nbsp;magazine, which is&amp;nbsp;the same year as her house was built!&amp;nbsp; He had the idea all by himself ~ I know she will treasure it always.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29559473-1402780225607939354?l=home-place.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://home-place.blogspot.com/feeds/1402780225607939354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29559473&amp;postID=1402780225607939354' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29559473/posts/default/1402780225607939354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29559473/posts/default/1402780225607939354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://home-place.blogspot.com/2011/04/housewarming-gift-mr.html' title=''/><author><name>Susan P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16123411088490778415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/175/3152/320/house1.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--dBjD7BqWSM/TaOR6f-WSgI/AAAAAAAAFkg/Ij1xxxKrj48/s72-c/006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29559473.post-9143974916346027503</id><published>2011-04-11T19:38:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T19:41:05.528-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Miss Bonnie&apos;s House'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Conclusion of Miss Bonnie's House Tour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JOezZB26TfY/TaOKsRVLa9I/AAAAAAAAFkY/jM6mD0g0jh8/s1600/020.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JOezZB26TfY/TaOKsRVLa9I/AAAAAAAAFkY/jM6mD0g0jh8/s320/020.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I think the sign above the mirror says exactly how Miss Bonnie feels about her home.&amp;nbsp; (You can click to enlarge)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Dudz27p_bZQ/TaOIjBSObPI/AAAAAAAAFkE/tw6UytJw3-s/s1600/016.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Dudz27p_bZQ/TaOIjBSObPI/AAAAAAAAFkE/tw6UytJw3-s/s320/016.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Miss Bonnie&amp;nbsp;got this wonderful entertainment center and the large pic above the couch at Goodwill.&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QeJdRe26eXU/TaOJnKhA-zI/AAAAAAAAFkM/2Lug_6tslO4/s1600/037.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QeJdRe26eXU/TaOJnKhA-zI/AAAAAAAAFkM/2Lug_6tslO4/s320/037.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;This fireplace not only adds warmth, but in the warmer months you can have the flames going just for the beauty:)&amp;nbsp; Books on top have been given for special occasions ~ remember I told y'all that Miss Bonnie loves old books.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vXX6YBH_ZnU/TaOJ7zQz7wI/AAAAAAAAFkQ/JYpyX1Z8cyY/s1600/021.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vXX6YBH_ZnU/TaOJ7zQz7wI/AAAAAAAAFkQ/JYpyX1Z8cyY/s320/021.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Grammy's old dry sink.&amp;nbsp; The weeping willow tree picture was purchased by my Mom for Miss Bonnie when they went on a a little shopping&amp;nbsp;excursion in downtown Midway, Kentucky.&amp;nbsp; She has had it for over three years, and feels so blessed to finally have a home for it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-N7mNfoB5qP4/TaOKQwuzcEI/AAAAAAAAFkU/0a2STrKw1sA/s1600/018.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-N7mNfoB5qP4/TaOKQwuzcEI/AAAAAAAAFkU/0a2STrKw1sA/s320/018.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Coffee table is actually Grammy's old hope chest.&amp;nbsp; The peacock runner was purchased when we were "antiquing" awhile back.&amp;nbsp; I made the arrangement ~ the flowers are sitting in my Mom's old silver pitcher.&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BAAUZ09Vnwo/TaOIKV1vAEI/AAAAAAAAFkA/CH1iZKx9QRg/s1600/028.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BAAUZ09Vnwo/TaOIKV1vAEI/AAAAAAAAFkA/CH1iZKx9QRg/s320/028.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;If this bathroom looks familiar there's a reason.&amp;nbsp; I saved everything from my old bathroom when I redid it several years ago.&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gDwjQsZbupg/TaOH2riz4qI/AAAAAAAAFj8/uFA4B1gfkcE/s1600/029.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gDwjQsZbupg/TaOH2riz4qI/AAAAAAAAFj8/uFA4B1gfkcE/s320/029.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Guest room bedside table.&amp;nbsp; Miss Bonnie is SO her mother!&amp;nbsp; She has chocolates placed in the tea cup for guests to enjoy.&amp;nbsp; There's one big difference, though.&amp;nbsp; I would have already&amp;nbsp;eaten them all up;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AEm5oXFF_M0/TaOHhaHOkvI/AAAAAAAAFj4/sFanNKAe_cA/s1600/025.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AEm5oXFF_M0/TaOHhaHOkvI/AAAAAAAAFj4/sFanNKAe_cA/s320/025.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Grammy's bed.&amp;nbsp;(Bonnie has one in her room that looks just like it.&amp;nbsp; Grammy and Grandaddy slept in twin beds (just like Ricky and Lucy;)&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oZG6w2NHqCI/TaOHTgXRiKI/AAAAAAAAFj0/SqyAmJyfJwk/s1600/023.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oZG6w2NHqCI/TaOHTgXRiKI/AAAAAAAAFj0/SqyAmJyfJwk/s320/023.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Well, that concludes the tour.&amp;nbsp; I'm so glad you were able to join me!&amp;nbsp; Don't worry, I'll be talking about something different next time! HA&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/29559473-9143974916346027503?l=home-place.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://home-place.blogspot.com/feeds/9143974916346027503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29559473&amp;postID=9143974916346027503' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29559473/posts/default/9143974916346027503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29559473/posts/default/9143974916346027503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://home-place.blogspot.com/2011/04/conclusion-of-miss-bonnies-house-tour-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Susan P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16123411088490778415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/175/3152/320/house1.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JOezZB26TfY/TaOKsRVLa9I/AAAAAAAAFkY/jM6mD0g0jh8/s72-c/020.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29559473.post-7533335334540874175</id><published>2011-04-08T13:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T13:06:28.879-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Miss Bonnie&apos;s House'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Miss Bonnie's Bedroom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;(Pink, of course;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Handwork done by her great grandmother&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GgiN8PYjFqw/TZ88maZD5-I/AAAAAAAAFjs/4JOeAxeib84/s1600/010.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GgiN8PYjFqw/TZ88maZD5-I/AAAAAAAAFjs/4JOeAxeib84/s320/010.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Trunk to the left was&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;her great -great uncle Karl's (all his earthly possessions were in this trunk )when he&amp;nbsp;came over from Denmark to make a new life in America.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d_jo9ahz-1o/TZ889PjWN-I/AAAAAAAAFjw/5uGtS7ULpv0/s1600/036.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d_jo9ahz-1o/TZ889PjWN-I/AAAAAAAAFjw/5uGtS7ULpv0/s320/036.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;One of Miss Bonnie's favorite bible verses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yrSWGv8kOOA/TZ85Mtour0I/AAAAAAAAFjU/J3LmTxlLgpo/s1600/009.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yrSWGv8kOOA/TZ85Mtour0I/AAAAAAAAFjU/J3LmTxlLgpo/s320/009.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Bed was Grammy's.&amp;nbsp; See the elephant?&amp;nbsp; That has been her with since she was born ~ they told us in the NICU it would be good for her to have stimulation so Mr. P rushed to the gift shop and purchased "Ellie."&amp;nbsp; We played it over and over for her:)&amp;nbsp; Hopefully she will put Ellie "away," before she goes on her future honeymoon! HA:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MZqI82815Zo/TZ85aRPid1I/AAAAAAAAFjY/qnwZD-rSGl4/s1600/008.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MZqI82815Zo/TZ85aRPid1I/AAAAAAAAFjY/qnwZD-rSGl4/s320/008.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Close-up of bible verse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-j49-KPORW4A/TZ857Y1p3GI/AAAAAAAAFjc/lWugTsqWoFc/s1600/034.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-j49-KPORW4A/TZ857Y1p3GI/AAAAAAAAFjc/lWugTsqWoFc/s320/034.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Love the old doors in her house. &amp;nbsp;See the curtain?&amp;nbsp; One dollar on a clearance aisle!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hd4DWV5fAkE/TZ86QES5I4I/AAAAAAAAFjg/5VIQt3eBBQs/s1600/035.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hd4DWV5fAkE/TZ86QES5I4I/AAAAAAAAFjg/5VIQt3eBBQs/s320/035.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Grammy's old dresser.&amp;nbsp; The pic to the left is of Grammy and my Mom ~ pic to the right is Grandaddy and Miss Bonnie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Next up:&amp;nbsp; Living Room&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/29559473-7533335334540874175?l=home-place.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://home-place.blogspot.com/feeds/7533335334540874175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29559473&amp;postID=7533335334540874175' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29559473/posts/default/7533335334540874175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29559473/posts/default/7533335334540874175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://home-place.blogspot.com/2011/04/miss-bonnies-bedroom-pink-of-course.html' title=''/><author><name>Susan P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16123411088490778415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/175/3152/320/house1.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GgiN8PYjFqw/TZ88maZD5-I/AAAAAAAAFjs/4JOeAxeib84/s72-c/010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29559473.post-400465365639509580</id><published>2011-04-07T14:36:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T14:37:52.631-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Miss Bonnie&apos;s House'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Miss Bonnie's Dining Room&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;﻿&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;﻿Miss Bonnie's dining room is actually a little alcove area off her kitchen.&amp;nbsp; Although the picture doesn't really show it, the paint is a soft green.&amp;nbsp; Almost everything in this area was&amp;nbsp;made by the hands of a loved one.&amp;nbsp; Mr. P made the heart&amp;nbsp;shelf, Bonnie sewed the napkins, I made the arrangement, and the picture on the shelf is just a piece of fabric that we framed and embellished.&amp;nbsp; The little bookcase was made by her late Grandpa.&amp;nbsp; I love it when we can be surrounded by things that mean something to us, either that have been passed down, or made&amp;nbsp;by the hands of a loved one.&amp;nbsp; It's like surrounding yourself in a cozy warm blanket! Next up: bedroom!&lt;/span&gt;﻿﻿﻿﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; 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border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jx-7OtovMlU/TZ3-sjWsNJI/AAAAAAAAFjI/d9Lk4lDBlqU/s1600/004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jx-7OtovMlU/TZ3-sjWsNJI/AAAAAAAAFjI/d9Lk4lDBlqU/s320/004.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZzIkuFYCI7c/TZ3_adLCluI/AAAAAAAAFjQ/dFw6Yeu9BfA/s1600/014.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZzIkuFYCI7c/TZ3_adLCluI/AAAAAAAAFjQ/dFw6Yeu9BfA/s320/014.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29559473-400465365639509580?l=home-place.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://home-place.blogspot.com/feeds/400465365639509580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29559473&amp;postID=400465365639509580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29559473/posts/default/400465365639509580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29559473/posts/default/400465365639509580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://home-place.blogspot.com/2011/04/miss-bonnies-dining-room-miss-bonnies.html' title=''/><author><name>Susan P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16123411088490778415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/175/3152/320/house1.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HYB4sX2Mvw0/TZ3-WoAF6sI/AAAAAAAAFjE/3NYJuTWylAc/s72-c/002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29559473.post-1571706604372382739</id><published>2011-04-05T18:55:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T09:19:10.477-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Miss Bonnie&apos;s House'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lOPUFxeX2s4/TZufCR6z9xI/AAAAAAAAFiU/-RIBN_s6UdU/s1600/bonniehouse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592238223829235474" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lOPUFxeX2s4/TZufCR6z9xI/AAAAAAAAFiU/-RIBN_s6UdU/s320/bonniehouse.jpg" style="cursor: hand; height: 240px; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Miss Bonnie's Home Sweet Home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;When Miss Bonnie and I drove up to see this house I think we both knew it was the "one." It had so much charm and character ~ just like Miss Bonnie herself;) Bonnie loves old things, not only houses, but also people, friends and books! Her house was built in 1948 and although it was somewhat of a "wreck" it had really good bones. For the past five years it had been a rental and unfortunately, wasn't very well loved, that was until Miss Bonnie came along! She could see beyond the dirt, grime and cobwebs, and was up to the challenge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;The day that she closed on the house we all went over with her as she opened up the door to her new home. I had been wanting to do something special for the occasion and after a little looking I decided on this. We did a house blessing ~ basically what we did was we each lit a candle, and starting at the front door we said a prayer ( ie may my front door always be open to others (in the form of hospitality.) May all those that enter the door be blessed, etc.. We then went around to each room saying a prayer that was specific to that room. I must say it was a very meaningful experience to us all, and I think it was the perfect way start out in Miss Bonnie's home. Here is the before pic of the kitchen. It was in pretty bad shape.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-S9DNfO-nhHw/TZuhaqpoRDI/AAAAAAAAFi8/fajSsFBaY0U/s1600/023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592240841808167986" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-S9DNfO-nhHw/TZuhaqpoRDI/AAAAAAAAFi8/fajSsFBaY0U/s320/023.JPG" style="height: 240px; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;After&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-l70JmermnYM/TZugN-hQaJI/AAAAAAAAFi0/BCU6gsRlhG0/s1600/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592239524291831954" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-l70JmermnYM/TZugN-hQaJI/AAAAAAAAFi0/BCU6gsRlhG0/s320/009.JPG" style="cursor: hand; height: 240px; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Here are the afters. Miss Bonnie is a "pink girl", as you can tell by her kitchen! We decided to take off the cabinet doors and "showcase" all of the beautiful dishes she has collected either by antiquing or from our dear Grammy. Eventually she wants to change out the counter tops (they are pretty banged up) but that will have to come later.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XbPQ9yhBjk4/TZuf8xqLRQI/AAAAAAAAFis/Tac9cP7mu6U/s1600/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592239228781806850" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XbPQ9yhBjk4/TZuf8xqLRQI/AAAAAAAAFis/Tac9cP7mu6U/s320/006.JPG" style="cursor: hand; height: 320px; width: 240px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Do you see the scallop design above the cabinet? Before it was white, and didn't show up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-h8udPx3K8LM/TZufusD714I/AAAAAAAAFik/PjDeJ357CzE/s1600/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592238986761066370" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-h8udPx3K8LM/TZufusD714I/AAAAAAAAFik/PjDeJ357CzE/s320/005.JPG" style="cursor: hand; height: 320px; width: 240px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;If you've been reading my blog for long you might remember the gumdrop wreath Miss Bonnie made a few years back. It has a prominent place in her kitchen now! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-S9DNfO-nhHw/TZuhaqpoRDI/AAAAAAAAFi8/fajSsFBaY0U/s1600/023.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZyOu_Ylxx1g/TZufc_WE5BI/AAAAAAAAFic/NrqhNh9L4kw/s1600/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592238682699785234" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZyOu_Ylxx1g/TZufc_WE5BI/AAAAAAAAFic/NrqhNh9L4kw/s320/004.JPG" style="cursor: hand; height: 320px; width: 240px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Well, I hope you enjoyed a little "glimpse" in Miss Bonnie's home. Next up is the dining room so stay tuned:)&lt;/span&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/29559473-1571706604372382739?l=home-place.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://home-place.blogspot.com/feeds/1571706604372382739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29559473&amp;postID=1571706604372382739' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29559473/posts/default/1571706604372382739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29559473/posts/default/1571706604372382739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://home-place.blogspot.com/2011/04/miss-bonnies-home-sweet-home-when-miss.html' title=''/><author><name>Susan P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16123411088490778415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/175/3152/320/house1.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lOPUFxeX2s4/TZufCR6z9xI/AAAAAAAAFiU/-RIBN_s6UdU/s72-c/bonniehouse.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29559473.post-5938042289541366140</id><published>2011-03-27T20:35:00.013-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T09:20:04.132-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Seasons in Virginia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beautiful blooms'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6WxUUhilV6E/TY9nJ3v3nfI/AAAAAAAAFiM/1gDpj6IxndQ/s1600/045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588799081871285746" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6WxUUhilV6E/TY9nJ3v3nfI/AAAAAAAAFiM/1gDpj6IxndQ/s320/045.JPG" style="cursor: hand; height: 240px; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Forsysthia&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Here in Virginia we were greeted with snow and sleet this Sunday morning! It is freezing cold outside, but thanks to the beautiful forsythia we can be reminded that Spring will soon be on it's way!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29559473-5938042289541366140?l=home-place.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://home-place.blogspot.com/feeds/5938042289541366140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29559473&amp;postID=5938042289541366140' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29559473/posts/default/5938042289541366140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29559473/posts/default/5938042289541366140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://home-place.blogspot.com/2011/03/forsythia-although-we-were-greeted-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Susan P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16123411088490778415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/175/3152/320/house1.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6WxUUhilV6E/TY9nJ3v3nfI/AAAAAAAAFiM/1gDpj6IxndQ/s72-c/045.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29559473.post-1970152125808077260</id><published>2011-03-24T20:45:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T09:21:19.340-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Words Of Encouragement'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Homekeeping'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/S0X_IUrtbeI/AAAAAAAAFck/W-pCcFx0nCE/s1600-h/home.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424021844693708258" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/S0X_IUrtbeI/AAAAAAAAFck/W-pCcFx0nCE/s400/home.jpg" style="cursor: hand; height: 400px; width: 385px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;A "Happy Heart Moment"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Brought To Me By Mr. P &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Scene: Supper table&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Characters: Mr. P and Susan P.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Act 1: Mr. P (who looks very tired) is discussing his day at the office. Talks about having to deal with problematic people, situations, etc..He then states that when he is dealing with all the "craziness" out in the world he takes heart in the fact that soon he will be at home. Once he walks through the front door he knows that the crazy chaos of the world can be left at the office. The deadlines, the pressures, and demands seem far away as they are finally replaced with peace.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Now it's me eleborating as you know I like to do! Mr. P knew that the harsh words heard throughout the day would soon be replaced with soothing, encouraging ones. Ugly frowns and ugly attitudes would be replaced with smiles and understanding, and the chaos of the day would finally turn into calm. Wow!!! No wonder he couldn't wait to leave that all behind and come home!!! Who wouldn't???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Home should be a place of refuge for our family~ a place of understanding, acceptance, and love. Please don't ever devalue or underestimate the role you play in creating this type of home for your family. All those extra little touches do matter, as a matter of fact, they matter a great deal!!! That home-cooked meal, the flowers from the yard that are now a beautiful arrangement on the table, freshly laundered sheets ready to be slept on, clean, shiny windows to see the world through, buttons sewed on, groceries bought with healthy meals and budgets in mind, the beautiful scent of a candle burning, and the beautiful sound of soft, soothing music playing in the background. A listening ear , a kind word, or a gentle touch can truly make a difference. All these things and more come together to make our house a home, a home that our family longs for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Just as Mr. P took heart in the fact that he knew he would be home soon, your families do, as well. Although you might not always hear it, these little things do matter to them. Why, you might think they don't even notice, but, believe me they do. All these little things add up, they add up to turning those four simple walls that make up your house, into the home of your family's dreams!&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/29559473-1970152125808077260?l=home-place.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://home-place.blogspot.com/feeds/1970152125808077260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29559473&amp;postID=1970152125808077260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29559473/posts/default/1970152125808077260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29559473/posts/default/1970152125808077260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://home-place.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-heart-moment-brought-to-me-by-mr.html' title=''/><author><name>Susan P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16123411088490778415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/175/3152/320/house1.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/S0X_IUrtbeI/AAAAAAAAFck/W-pCcFx0nCE/s72-c/home.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29559473.post-6278425930026403412</id><published>2011-03-22T14:45:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T09:23:39.159-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;Changes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;So much has happened in the last year that I hardly know where to begin. My Dad passed away very suddenly last April. He and my Mom were walking on the grounds of the nursing home and he just collapsed and that was it. No suffering, just sweet peace.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/TE4VeZ9ZTuI/AAAAAAAAFfU/HBOv2RX9_34/s1600/wedding_0005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498355807174610658" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/TE4VeZ9ZTuI/AAAAAAAAFfU/HBOv2RX9_34/s320/wedding_0005.jpg" style="cursor: hand; height: 320px; width: 257px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;(My Daddy giving me a kiss right before he walks me down he aisle.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Since my Dad has passed my Mom has been on a bad downward spiral. She doesn't remember my Dad, so at least she's not grieving. We had a couple big scares with her, because she has managed to get out of the nursing home and wander off. One time she was found walking in the downtown area four miles away. Fortunately, an employee from the nursing home just happened to see her on her way to work. My Mom told her she was walking home to West Virginia:( Since that incident we have a special arm alarm my Mom wears that goes off if she leaves the building.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/TE4ZCgk3BJI/AAAAAAAAFf0/VUVCmkE3xgs/s1600/Beach_09+051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498359725960922258" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/TE4ZCgk3BJI/AAAAAAAAFf0/VUVCmkE3xgs/s320/Beach_09+051.JPG" style="cursor: hand; height: 240px; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 100%;"&gt;We also lost our beloved puppy Jake last Spring. We were blessed to have him for fourteen wonderful years. Those that have been with me for awhile might remember a post I did about Jake, some paint, and painted puppy paws all over my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 100%;"&gt;carpeted steps!! :) We sure do miss him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Y'all knew we couldn't be without a puppy for long, so we ended up going to the local animal shelter and getting Miss Abbi. Isn't she the cutest?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-N3GIiAYGtwQ/TYjlSMwbxEI/AAAAAAAAFh0/CUDKWDGhO9s/s1600/Abbi%2B037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586967438577878082" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-N3GIiAYGtwQ/TYjlSMwbxEI/AAAAAAAAFh0/CUDKWDGhO9s/s320/Abbi%2B037.JPG" style="cursor: hand; height: 180px; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;But, don't let that sweet innocent face fool you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Tqekugmck6s/TYjk6dYEIXI/AAAAAAAAFhs/4N43URClxQo/s1600/Abbi%2B006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586967030722208114" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Tqekugmck6s/TYjk6dYEIXI/AAAAAAAAFhs/4N43URClxQo/s320/Abbi%2B006.JPG" style="cursor: hand; height: 180px; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;As you can see, she's not so innocent after all! I'm sure I'll have plenty of puppy "tails" to tell in the future;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZEWvNwYeEbE/TYjl53Rd8LI/AAAAAAAAFh8/oYc2UFCcdaY/s1600/Abbi%2BCadabbi%2B001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586968120005619890" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZEWvNwYeEbE/TYjl53Rd8LI/AAAAAAAAFh8/oYc2UFCcdaY/s320/Abbi%2BCadabbi%2B001.JPG" style="cursor: hand; height: 240px; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Look how guilty she looks........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 100%;"&gt;Another change was a good one, no, make that a GREAT ONE!! Miss Bonnie graduated at the top of her class in nursing school. I was one proud Mama ~ I could have busted my buttons!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/TE4WvywYbfI/AAAAAAAAFfc/bdZAHyTSB_4/s1600/020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498357205400317426" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/TE4WvywYbfI/AAAAAAAAFfc/bdZAHyTSB_4/s320/020.JPG" style="cursor: hand; height: 320px; width: 180px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;Isn't she cute? :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 100%;"&gt;She is a cardiac nurse, and is now blessing many patients with her sweet smile and caring heart at our local hospital.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;The same year Mr. P and I celebrated 28 years of marriage we also became "empty nesters." What a change it's been for us. I plan on writing a post about it when I can get my thoughts together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;Miss Bonnie bought a house that she's turned into a darling "doll" house!! It should be on one of those HGTV shows with the before and afters, because it's quite a change. She shopped a lot of Goodwill, and mainly used a lot of elbow grease to turn it from shabby (but not as in chic;) to charming. Soon Miss Bonnie will invite us in for a visit!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/TE4aO2bMO0I/AAAAAAAAFf8/ddBNLfbAiqc/s1600/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-27Iv5SmxZSg/TYjnKlPv9jI/AAAAAAAAFiE/5MmlMMX5wHQ/s1600/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586969506735978034" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-27Iv5SmxZSg/TYjnKlPv9jI/AAAAAAAAFiE/5MmlMMX5wHQ/s320/001.JPG" style="cursor: hand; height: 320px; width: 240px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 100%;"&gt;And finally, here is a picture of Baby Ben who isn't a baby anymore! He is walking, running, talking, climbing, collecting rocks, examining bugs, and doing all those wonderful things that little boys like to do. I continue to thank God each and every day for the joy he brings into my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 100%;"&gt;My goodness, I think that's enough changes for one post! I would love to hear about the changes that have happened in your lives, too!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 100%;"&gt;Much love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 100%;"&gt;Susan P.&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/29559473-6278425930026403412?l=home-place.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://home-place.blogspot.com/feeds/6278425930026403412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29559473&amp;postID=6278425930026403412' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29559473/posts/default/6278425930026403412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29559473/posts/default/6278425930026403412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://home-place.blogspot.com/2011/03/changes-so-much-has-happened-in-last.html' title=''/><author><name>Susan P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16123411088490778415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/175/3152/320/house1.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/TE4VeZ9ZTuI/AAAAAAAAFfU/HBOv2RX9_34/s72-c/wedding_0005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29559473.post-933761654537209734</id><published>2011-03-21T12:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T12:08:47.069-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogging'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bJIywI16ThU/TYd2xNklfPI/AAAAAAAAFhM/Su-BqW1Nfcw/s1600/flower3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 250px; HEIGHT: 286px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586564450605169906" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bJIywI16ThU/TYd2xNklfPI/AAAAAAAAFhM/Su-BqW1Nfcw/s320/flower3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And One Year Later.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Well, I did it. I did exactly what I dislike so much when other bloggers do it. I fell off the face of the "blogasphere" without so much as a peep. I know how frustrating it is when somebody invites you into their life, and then they just leave you hanging, wondering where they went and what is going on with them. So, if there is anybody out there who still reads my blog, I just want to say how sorry I am that I ended up doing the same thing. I also want to thank y'all so much for all the emails of love and concern that you have sent to me over the past months. They meant so much to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZhhKFWA5070/TYYfMBk2lTI/AAAAAAAAFg0/4ve_i094oH4/s1600/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586186679241577778" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZhhKFWA5070/TYYfMBk2lTI/AAAAAAAAFg0/4ve_i094oH4/s320/005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;It's been over a year since I've updated my blog ~ Facebook seems to be the thing everybody is doing these days, but I still like the comfy, cozy feel of a blog. I wanted to share with y'all one of the reasons why I'm back. Over the weekend I was doing some much needed decluttering, and in the very back of a drawer I found a bag. I stopped what I was doing, sat on the floor, and opened up the contents. Much to my delight, dozens and dozens of beautiful home-made cards, letters, and other little goodies came pouring out! First I let out a squeal of delight, and then I proceeded to read every single one of them. I can't tell you how happy they made me! WHY? Because they were from my dear blogging friends I had met over the years. The happiness was short-lived, because those letters made me realize how much I love and miss y'all. It made me want to start blogging again, wanting to reconnect, and become a part of this wonderful community of kindred spirits. Truth be told, there have been a lot of changes since I last blogged, and I'm sure that's true with y'all, as well. I truly look forward to catching up and reconnecting with you all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Much love,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sAdX3ER3RuQ/TYd3Sh82mNI/AAAAAAAAFhc/H9lFbjjo38M/s1600/butterflyprofile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 100px; HEIGHT: 100px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586565023011346642" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sAdX3ER3RuQ/TYd3Sh82mNI/AAAAAAAAFhc/H9lFbjjo38M/s320/butterflyprofile.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Susan P.&lt;/span&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/29559473-933761654537209734?l=home-place.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://home-place.blogspot.com/feeds/933761654537209734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29559473&amp;postID=933761654537209734' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29559473/posts/default/933761654537209734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29559473/posts/default/933761654537209734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://home-place.blogspot.com/2011/03/and-one-year-later.html' title=''/><author><name>Susan P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16123411088490778415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/175/3152/320/house1.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bJIywI16ThU/TYd2xNklfPI/AAAAAAAAFhM/Su-BqW1Nfcw/s72-c/flower3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29559473.post-7632782552100444609</id><published>2010-03-01T16:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T16:33:15.940-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Simple Pleasures'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/S4qj9cx_K5I/AAAAAAAAFe0/zkd8neEJuKk/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 180px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443343375723867026" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/S4qj9cx_K5I/AAAAAAAAFe0/zkd8neEJuKk/s320/001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tulips from WalMart ~ $5.00&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;They Joy they bring my heart ~ Priceless....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29559473-7632782552100444609?l=home-place.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://home-place.blogspot.com/feeds/7632782552100444609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29559473&amp;postID=7632782552100444609' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29559473/posts/default/7632782552100444609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29559473/posts/default/7632782552100444609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://home-place.blogspot.com/2010/03/tulips-from-walmart-5.html' title=''/><author><name>Susan P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16123411088490778415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/175/3152/320/house1.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/S4qj9cx_K5I/AAAAAAAAFe0/zkd8neEJuKk/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29559473.post-6319160275475780669</id><published>2010-02-28T12:13:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T13:23:02.409-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Silly Stuff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pets'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;A "Cat"astrophic Cat "Tail"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Part 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, maybe my sister, the nurse, was right. After having the second pill the kitty start to get real mellow, looking like she didn't have a care in the world. (Hmm, I'm thinking maybe I need that medicine, too;) Like I told y'all, the airline is real strict about the size of carrying case, etc. so my other sister and I had hit the pet stores, measuring tape in hand, in hopes of finding the perfect one. We were so happy to find one that fit the guidelines we bought it then and there. Now, let me tell you, they don't make carriers like they used to. As a matter of fact, if you just glanced at it you wouldn't even know that it was for carrying pets. My sister even jokingly said maybe I should go and buy you some bling to put on it like the stars have! HA!! No thank you, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;ma'am&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that kitty was mellow we decided it was time to put her in the "bag." It took a little &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;maneuvering&lt;/span&gt;, but we managed to "stuff" her in without too much drama. On the drive to the airport I kept fretting about what would happen at the security checkpoint, surely I thought I wouldn't have to take the kitty out of the bag. As I walk up to the checkpoint I tell the guard that I have a kitty with me. He looks at me with a grin on his face, and says, "I never thought I'd have to say this, but you have to&lt;strong&gt; let the cat out of the bag&lt;/strong&gt;!" Get it?!! I was thinking, surely you jest, but has was dead serious. So, I say a quick prayer and unzip the bag to get kitty out. Thank goodness she was mellow, because it could have gotten real ugly, really fast. Kitty and I proceed through the checkpoint, and I'm happy to announce she wasn't carrying any explosives!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time I got on the plane my nerves were shot. There was the sweetest family sitting in front of me. Mom, Dad, and two darling little boys. Dad and the little boy sat right in front of me. Come to find out, they were going to Disney and this was their first trip. If you have ever taken your kids to Disney, then you can imagine the excitement. He was pretty much bouncing off the plane walls, and was excitedly talking about Minnie, Mickey, and all the others. Dad looked very nervous at the prospect of traveling with such an enthusiastic traveler, and I was, too, because my kitty was sitting right underneath the little boy's seat. Dad and I got into a conversation (I think he was desperate;) and I ended up telling him that my kitty was underneath his son's seat. His face lit up like a light bulb, and&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;I could tell the wheels were turning! He leaned in and told his son that a scared little kitty (just like they had at home) was sitting just below him, so he had to be real quiet so he wouldn't scare the sweet kitty. Brilliant idea , Dad!!!!! The plane ride was great, and at the end I told the little boy that my kitty was so happy he got to sit underneath him because he had such wonderful behavior. The Dad looked greatly relieved, but he had another leg of the trip to go on, so I could see the sweat starting to pop out on his forehead again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm walking through the airport looking for my next gate, and all of a sudden I hear this awful howling, and I look down at the bag, and it looks like kitty is about to bust open the bag. If you've ever seen Christmas Vacation, it was kind of like Aunt Bethany's cat in the box that she wrapped up. NOT a pretty sight, I'm telling y'all. I felt like I was at the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;verge&lt;/span&gt; of hysteria, I really did. I am NOT a drinking woman, but if I could have had a drink I think I would have;) I find an out of the way seating area, and I start talking to kitty to try and calm her down. I thought maybe if I opened the bag a little I could pet her, and that would make her feel better. I did just that, but she didn't care a bit about the petting, she wanted OUT. I quickly zipped up the bag, and set it on the floor. She was moving around so much that every few seconds that bag would fall over on the floor. I kept putting it back upright, and then my eyes caught sight of some orange fur. There kitty was poking her HEAD OUT OF THE BAG.(In the frenzy I hadn't secured it back properly). Oh, my goodness, I about had a heart attack then and there. I grabbed the bag as quick as I could and fought and struggled to "stuff" her body back in. I really thought she was going to get out, and run all over the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Cincinnati&lt;/span&gt; airport. (If that happened I would go into the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;ladies&lt;/span&gt; room and never come out;) Seriously, I am NOT kidding .......I somehow managed to "stuff" her back in, all the while she is howling and kicking. Finally, finally they call for my flight to board.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole time I'm walking to the plane, people are looking at me and the crazy moving, howling bag. I manage to get on the plane, and get her underneath the seat. I had to keep my feet around the bag the entire time so the bag wouldn't fall into the aisle. We had ONE WHOLE HOUR in the air, and she kicked and yowled the whole way. Can I just saw that it was the first time I was grateful for screaming children and crying babies on a flight, because they somewhat drowned out the sound of my kitty! After what seemed liked days, we finally landed in Richmond. I really could have kissed the ground I was so happy to be home! After our great adventure in the sky, trying to integrate a new cat into a home with two other cats and a dog seems almost like a piece of cake;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/S4qvtOp0rSI/AAAAAAAAFe8/gGIN10J3LsQ/s1600-h/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 112px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443356291193154850" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/S4qvtOp0rSI/AAAAAAAAFe8/gGIN10J3LsQ/s200/005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please meet "Sunny!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bless her heart, this is the only picture I could get of her. She spends most of her time under our bed ~ I think the poor thing is going to need therapy:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29559473-6319160275475780669?l=home-place.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://home-place.blogspot.com/feeds/6319160275475780669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29559473&amp;postID=6319160275475780669' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29559473/posts/default/6319160275475780669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29559473/posts/default/6319160275475780669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://home-place.blogspot.com/2010/02/catastrophic-cat-tail-part-2-okay-maybe.html' title=''/><author><name>Susan P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16123411088490778415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/175/3152/320/house1.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/S4qvtOp0rSI/AAAAAAAAFe8/gGIN10J3LsQ/s72-c/005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29559473.post-5140865467440323234</id><published>2010-02-24T14:36:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T16:31:30.376-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Silly Stuff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pets'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/S4WF0IWeJwI/AAAAAAAAFes/Spt9Rh8Mtwg/s1600-h/cat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 119px; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441902855388538626" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/S4WF0IWeJwI/AAAAAAAAFes/Spt9Rh8Mtwg/s320/cat.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Who Let The Cat Out Of The Bag?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;A "Cat"astrophic Cat "Tail"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Y'all know how much I love pets. Y'all also know how much I love my Mother. So, when it came time for my Mom to go into the nursing home I knew that my Mom's cat was coming home with me. I would have it no other way. Only problem was, I live over 500 miles away. How was I going to get my new kitty home? I hemmed and hawed over it, and then finally decided that three 1/2 hours in the air would be better than 10 in the car. That's where I made the big mistake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finding out how I would be able to transport my cat was an ordeal in and of itself. I called the airlines 1 800 number, and after a half an hour was connected to a representative who happened to live in India. Try as I might, I could not understand what she was saying. After many, "excuse me's" I finally deciphered that the cat could fly home with me. Not only could she fly home with me, she was going to be traveling in the cabin right beneath my feet! What? You've got to be kidding me. During all the transfers my Dad has made in his life, our pets always flew in the cargo plane, never ever in the cabin with the other passengers. I broke into a cold sweat just thinking about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A call to the vet was placed and she assured me that she would be able to give the kitty some medicine that would make her sleep for at least eight hours. Hmm, okay, maybe I need some of that, too! The morning of the big adventure my sister and I chase down kitty (who is no fool). She knows when the tuna comes out it can't be good;) After unclenching her tightly closed mouth we manage to pop the pill in. Off we then go to meet my other sister for breakfast before I am to fly back home. We are positive that when we return she will be fast asleep enjoying her kitty slumber. But, &lt;strong&gt;OH NO..........&lt;/strong&gt; We open the door, and she runs to greet us as if she were ready for the cat Olympics! I gasp in horror and then the panic really starts to set in. I tell Betsy that there is no way I can take her on the plane like this. She is a nurse so she takes matters into her own hands. She says that we can give her another half a pill, and that will do the trick. Now, mind you, my flight leaves in just an hour. Will it work????? &lt;strong&gt;Stay tuned tomorrow!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29559473-5140865467440323234?l=home-place.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://home-place.blogspot.com/feeds/5140865467440323234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29559473&amp;postID=5140865467440323234' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29559473/posts/default/5140865467440323234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29559473/posts/default/5140865467440323234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://home-place.blogspot.com/2010/02/who-let-cat-out-of-bag-or-catastrophic.html' title=''/><author><name>Susan P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16123411088490778415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/175/3152/320/house1.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/S4WF0IWeJwI/AAAAAAAAFes/Spt9Rh8Mtwg/s72-c/cat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29559473.post-6832402522554620990</id><published>2010-02-23T08:57:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T16:32:12.787-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Hello, Dear Blogging Friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see, I haven't blogged in a month. I have spent the last month in Kentucky caring for my Mom &amp;amp; Dad. Dad has congestive heart failure and has been in and out of the hospital three times in the last month. As you know, my Mom has &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Alzheimer's&lt;/span&gt; so I needed to be there so I could help take care of her. Something really bad happened one night. I was sleeping, and somehow my Mom slipped out without me hearing her. She went outside the assisted living building in only a t-shirt pants, and tennis shoes. It was 12 degrees that night and the ground was covered in ice and snow. God was really, really watching out for her, because she could have either broken a hip, or worse, frozen to death. If the guard hadn't seen her she would have. The front door automatically locks at 11:00 and she would have had no way to get in. When they asked her where she was going she said she was going to West Virginia. I felt absolutely riddled with guilt that this happened when I was caring for her. After that we had to install a lock outside her bedroom door so she couldn't get out at night. She has now slipped further and further away from us and is in stage 6 where she is having hallucinations and is becoming suspicious of people. This just breaks my heart, because she is not the Mom I knew anymore. Anyway, long story short, we ended up putting her and my Dad both in a nursing home where she can be watched 24/7, and my Dad can get the care he needs. We were so fortunate that we could get a room that they could share. The nursing home is a really good one. It is run by the Catholic nuns, and they are just amazing. I finally feel at peace with our decision, although my sister's and I cried many &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;agonizing&lt;/span&gt; tears over it. The rest of my time was spent packing up all the memories, another really hard thing to do. Okay, that is all the depressing stuff I'm going to talk about ~ I just wanted y'all to know what's been going on. My next post will be much lighter. Here's a teaser: Imagine traveling 500 miles on an airplane with a cat!!!!!! Stay tuned!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much love,&lt;br /&gt;Susan P.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realized that is the longest, most rambling paragraph I have ever written on my blog! Sorry:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29559473-6832402522554620990?l=home-place.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://home-place.blogspot.com/feeds/6832402522554620990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29559473&amp;postID=6832402522554620990' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29559473/posts/default/6832402522554620990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29559473/posts/default/6832402522554620990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://home-place.blogspot.com/2010/02/hello-dear-blogging-friends-as-you-can.html' title=''/><author><name>Susan P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16123411088490778415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/175/3152/320/house1.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29559473.post-6295359846345265819</id><published>2010-01-24T18:26:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T19:18:29.876-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Seasonal decorating (Valentine&apos;s Day)'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Handmade With Love'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Cute &amp;amp; Easy Valentine Wreath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/S14zcQQPQhI/AAAAAAAAFec/vodfnRnbW88/s1600-h/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430834761147826706" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/S14zcQQPQhI/AAAAAAAAFec/vodfnRnbW88/s320/009.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My friend made this and I thought it was so cute that I had to make one for myself! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To make one you will need:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Cupcake liners&lt;/strong&gt; (any color you like) I chose the hearts for Valentine's Day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/S1zXw8CXZ_I/AAAAAAAAFeE/ntMqrn14pg8/s1600-h/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430452486451718130" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/S1zXw8CXZ_I/AAAAAAAAFeE/ntMqrn14pg8/s320/005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Straight pins&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Wreath&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;form&lt;/strong&gt;(I bought mine from the Dollar Tree)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/S1zYUPQgtMI/AAAAAAAAFeM/CFwIuxktZbM/s1600-h/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430453092906742978" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/S1zYUPQgtMI/AAAAAAAAFeM/CFwIuxktZbM/s320/004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just take a cupcake liner and bunch it up a little so most of the print or color is showing (kind of like a fan shape) Then take the bunched up paper and using a straight pin, afix to the wreath. I worked in little sections ~ it took me about 30 minutes. I didn't bother doing the back or the inside of the wreath because you can't see either. I think I used approximately 175 liners. When you are finished you can adorn with ribbons, buttons, or anything else you can think of. So easy and cute!&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/29559473-6295359846345265819?l=home-place.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://home-place.blogspot.com/feeds/6295359846345265819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29559473&amp;postID=6295359846345265819' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29559473/posts/default/6295359846345265819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29559473/posts/default/6295359846345265819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://home-place.blogspot.com/2010/01/cute-easy-valentine-wreath-my-friend.html' title=''/><author><name>Susan P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16123411088490778415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/175/3152/320/house1.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/S14zcQQPQhI/AAAAAAAAFec/vodfnRnbW88/s72-c/009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29559473.post-2879939500081607009</id><published>2010-01-23T16:35:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T16:43:37.633-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Thank You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't tell you how much your comforting words meant to me over the loss of Buster. I truly cherish each and every one of my blog friends, and I thank you from the bottom of my heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/S1ttEqUpy6I/AAAAAAAAFd8/64r7g4hFuT0/s1600-h/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430053702573083554" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/S1ttEqUpy6I/AAAAAAAAFd8/64r7g4hFuT0/s320/007.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Much love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Susan P.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29559473-2879939500081607009?l=home-place.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://home-place.blogspot.com/feeds/2879939500081607009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29559473&amp;postID=2879939500081607009' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29559473/posts/default/2879939500081607009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29559473/posts/default/2879939500081607009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://home-place.blogspot.com/2010/01/thank-you-i-cant-tell-you-how-much-your.html' title=''/><author><name>Susan P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16123411088490778415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/175/3152/320/house1.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/S1ttEqUpy6I/AAAAAAAAFd8/64r7g4hFuT0/s72-c/007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29559473.post-7291353389659853316</id><published>2010-01-20T13:52:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T14:12:44.193-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pets'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;~ In Loving Memory~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/S1dRJHD8fnI/AAAAAAAAFd0/aCWxasbjzWc/s1600-h/buster"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428897092774690418" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/S1dRJHD8fnI/AAAAAAAAFd0/aCWxasbjzWc/s320/buster" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;" Buster Brown"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            2004-2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Every tear we have shed tear today is coupled with beautiful memories of our cherished friend. Although his years on this earth were short, the joy he brought our family was unmeasurable. He will be sorely missed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29559473-7291353389659853316?l=home-place.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://home-place.blogspot.com/feeds/7291353389659853316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29559473&amp;postID=7291353389659853316' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29559473/posts/default/7291353389659853316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29559473/posts/default/7291353389659853316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://home-place.blogspot.com/2010/01/in-loving-memory-of-our-dear-buster.html' title=''/><author><name>Susan P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16123411088490778415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/175/3152/320/house1.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/S1dRJHD8fnI/AAAAAAAAFd0/aCWxasbjzWc/s72-c/buster' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29559473.post-3393831503435977383</id><published>2010-01-13T15:18:00.014-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T09:21:20.780-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Silly Stuff'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/S04zruI1DjI/AAAAAAAAFds/kR429dWVrLc/s1600-h/toaster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426331427240480306" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/S04zruI1DjI/AAAAAAAAFds/kR429dWVrLc/s320/toaster.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Goofs &amp;amp; Gadgets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Goofs........boy, did I make a big one yesterday. I spent the afternoon getting everything together to make homemade potato soup. There was a lot of chopping to do to prepare. Let's see, there was celery, onion, potatoes, and carrots. Fortunately, it was no big deal, because I got out my handy dandy (hand held) chopper that my Mom gave me around five years ago. I LOVE IT!! It chops in seconds, no mess, no fuss, no onion tears;) I would have to say that out of all the items in my kitchen, this is hands-down my favorite.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, imagine my surprise (horror) when I unloaded the dishwasher this morning and part of the chopper was missing!!!! What??? Oh, no!!!!!!! I almost started to panic, I LOVE THIS THING..... So, then I go back in my mind trying to retrace my steps, wondering if I even put that part in the dishwasher to begin with. I tore the kitchen up searching for it, and then even lowered myself to go searching through numerous, filthy garbage bags in hopes of finding it. (UGH) I know, I know, it's disgusting, but you don't know how much I love this thing. It's 3:30 now so it has been MIA for over 24 hours. I'm starting to give up hope..............&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, I'm being a tad bit dramatic, I know! I just really love my chopper, and it got me to thinking that this would be a good idea for a post. What is your favorite kitchen item, that if lost, you would go digging in the garbage to find? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;In other words, what's the one item in your kitchen&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;that you don't want to live without?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I can't wait to see your answers! Meanwhile, the hunt continues............&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Picture courtesy of Allposter&lt;/span&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/29559473-3393831503435977383?l=home-place.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://home-place.blogspot.com/feeds/3393831503435977383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29559473&amp;postID=3393831503435977383' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29559473/posts/default/3393831503435977383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29559473/posts/default/3393831503435977383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://home-place.blogspot.com/2010/01/goofs-gadgets-goofs.html' title=''/><author><name>Susan P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16123411088490778415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/175/3152/320/house1.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/S04zruI1DjI/AAAAAAAAFds/kR429dWVrLc/s72-c/toaster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29559473.post-4473864667502553345</id><published>2010-01-13T11:44:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T09:21:20.781-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Quick Update On The Feminine Clothing Post&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just saw that Coldwater Creek has free shipping on all items, including the 80% off outlet items I told y'all about.  This free shipping offer runs until tomorrow, the 14th.  Just use this code &lt;strong&gt;WHH1213&lt;/strong&gt; and you will get free shipping!  Got to love a good deal like that:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29559473-4473864667502553345?l=home-place.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://home-place.blogspot.com/feeds/4473864667502553345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29559473&amp;postID=4473864667502553345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29559473/posts/default/4473864667502553345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29559473/posts/default/4473864667502553345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://home-place.blogspot.com/2010/01/quick-update-on-feminine-clothing-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Susan P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16123411088490778415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/175/3152/320/house1.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29559473.post-709829052998507623</id><published>2010-01-12T14:42:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T09:21:20.782-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Handmade With Love'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Winter Project&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/S0zXDdG8o9I/AAAAAAAAFdM/OikOzIS4iNI/s1600-h/-rose-with-hand-writing-letter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 160px; HEIGHT: 111px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425948105427952594" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/S0zXDdG8o9I/AAAAAAAAFdM/OikOzIS4iNI/s320/-rose-with-hand-writing-letter.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know about y'all, but January seems like the s l o w e s t month of the year. It's about this time every year the "blahey, blah, blah" feeling sets in, and it leaves me yearning for Spring. With &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;inclimate&lt;/span&gt; weather and cold temps we are having to spend much more time indoors. So, why not make good use of the time? In order to get rid of the "blahey,blah, blah" feeling I try and work on a winter project each year. This year Miss Bonnie and I are both learning a new skill. She checked out several quilting books from the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;library&lt;/span&gt;, and she is working on making her very first quilt! I have always wanted to do learn how to do Calligraphy, so I checked out some books on the subject, got my needed materials, and am happily working on mastering this beautiful art! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/S0zRHKH_m-I/AAAAAAAAFc0/GXwsquTUB5o/s1600-h/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425941571981777890" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/S0zRHKH_m-I/AAAAAAAAFc0/GXwsquTUB5o/s320/005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do you have any special winter projects that you are working on?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"She seeketh wool, and flax,and worketh willingly with her hands."&lt;br /&gt;-Proverbs 31:13&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/29559473-709829052998507623?l=home-place.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://home-place.blogspot.com/feeds/709829052998507623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29559473&amp;postID=709829052998507623' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29559473/posts/default/709829052998507623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29559473/posts/default/709829052998507623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://home-place.blogspot.com/2010/01/winter-project-i-dont-know-about-yall.html' title=''/><author><name>Susan P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16123411088490778415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/175/3152/320/house1.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/S0zXDdG8o9I/AAAAAAAAFdM/OikOzIS4iNI/s72-c/-rose-with-hand-writing-letter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29559473.post-1970545123656648692</id><published>2010-01-09T12:28:00.014-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T09:21:20.783-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/S0i9yh7D7oI/AAAAAAAAFcs/vHOjenx3UkE/s1600-h/home+page+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 224px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424794426964962946" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/S0i9yh7D7oI/AAAAAAAAFcs/vHOjenx3UkE/s320/home+page+3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Feminine Clothing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For the last several months I have been trying to include more modest, feminine clothing into my wardrobe. It is not an easy thing to do, because most designers either insist on making "masculine" looking clothing for ladies, or even worse, clothing that is so skimpy you wouldn't even dare leave your house wearing it (or shouldn't, anyway;) &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;I love the clothing from &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Coldwater&lt;/span&gt; Creek, but unfortunately my budget doesn't. I especially love their long flowing skirts and dresses, but figured I'd never be able to afford any of them. Well, today I received an email from them and was delighted to see that they have beautiful skirts and dresses in their online outlet store for 80% off!!!!!!!!! I immediately went over and found some beautiful skirts that I could actually afford! Yippee!!!!! I will show them to you when I get them. So, if you are looking for affordable, feminine clothing take a look &lt;a href="http://www.coldwatercreek.com/outlet.aspx"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;here&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BTW, I forgot to mention another great thing is that they have clothing for us plus size gals, too;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you are a plus size lady you know HOW HARD it is to find beautiful clothes.(UGH)&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;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Picture courtesy of Allposters&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/29559473-1970545123656648692?l=home-place.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://home-place.blogspot.com/feeds/1970545123656648692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29559473&amp;postID=1970545123656648692' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29559473/posts/default/1970545123656648692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29559473/posts/default/1970545123656648692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://home-place.blogspot.com/2010/01/feminine-clothing-for-last-several.html' title=''/><author><name>Susan P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16123411088490778415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/175/3152/320/house1.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/S0i9yh7D7oI/AAAAAAAAFcs/vHOjenx3UkE/s72-c/home+page+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29559473.post-6600396864495967967</id><published>2010-01-05T22:21:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T09:21:20.786-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Homekeeping'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; I Love This Idea!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few weeks ago I was surfing around blogdom and I came upon an idea that I thought was so clever that I wanted to share it with you. I can't remember who had the idea ~ but whoever it was, thank you!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Step 1.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to WalMart and bought this clear shoe organizer for $7.00&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/S0QCr5orm9I/AAAAAAAAFcU/5nBgpRSHYUI/s1600-h/014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423462804490001362" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/S0QCr5orm9I/AAAAAAAAFcU/5nBgpRSHYUI/s320/014.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Step 2:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got home I  immediately started on my "scavenger hunt." Don't you love it when you have found an idea you are so excited about you get wait to get going on it?  Anyway,  I was so tired of having band-aids in one bathroom, rubbing alcohol in another,  asking,"where's the thermometer," if I suspect somebody has a fever, or "I have a headache and I can't find the Tylenol" etc., etc., .........You get the drill!  Please tell me that this happens at your house, too;) Or, even worse than not knowing where something is, is to be out of something and not realize it until the moment you need it.  How many midnight runs have we made for one thing or another for our family when they are sick?   It's complete madness, I tell you!  Having this organizer allowed me to put everything in ONE PLACE, and the best part is I can see everything right away. I don't have to go "hunting" around my house, or asking people if they know where something is anymore!  It's pure genius, I tell you:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/S0QDQAXctxI/AAAAAAAAFcc/oRyMqDKN23c/s1600-h/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423463424772060946" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/S0QDQAXctxI/AAAAAAAAFcc/oRyMqDKN23c/s320/003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Isn't it pretty;) ;) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29559473-6600396864495967967?l=home-place.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://home-place.blogspot.com/feeds/6600396864495967967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29559473&amp;postID=6600396864495967967' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29559473/posts/default/6600396864495967967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29559473/posts/default/6600396864495967967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://home-place.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-love-this-idea-few-weeks-ago-i-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Susan P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16123411088490778415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/175/3152/320/house1.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/S0QCr5orm9I/AAAAAAAAFcU/5nBgpRSHYUI/s72-c/014.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29559473.post-866335781110998143</id><published>2010-01-03T20:15:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T09:21:20.788-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ponderings'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/S0FB8IccqCI/AAAAAAAAFbk/PJJF2ZtnXNI/s1600-h/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422687927645546530" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/S0FB8IccqCI/AAAAAAAAFbk/PJJF2ZtnXNI/s320/002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;New Every Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just put up our new 2010 calendar today. I don't know about y'all, but when I look at that new calendar I can't help but be filled with excitement. A fresh new year just filled with hope and promise are before me. As I look at the calendar right now I can see that all of the dates are empty, but I'm sure that it won't be long until they start to fill up. One thing that is for certain is that it going to be up to &lt;strong&gt;ME&lt;/strong&gt; how I fill up those days. (Gulp;) So I need to ask myself this: &lt;strong&gt;Are my days going to be filled with&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;things that are pleasing to God?&lt;/strong&gt; Are my days going to be filled with caring for my home and family? Are they going to be filled by showing God's love to other's. Most importantly, are they going to be filled with meaningful time spent with Him? Or, on the flip side, are they going to be filled with too much television watching, blog surfing, phone conversations, and just plain laziness? (Another big gulp;) A few simple questions, but very important, indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sure, there will be days, probably many days, where I mess up. I'm human, and that's what we humans do! I might start off the day with good intentions, but somewhere along the way they crumble into dust. &lt;strong&gt;But, the&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;good news is that when I put my head on the pillow at night and I can rest in the fact knowing that God's tender mercies are new every day!&lt;/strong&gt; When the sun rises the next morning I know that my slate has been wiped clean. I have a fresh new beginning. A chance to make it better. &lt;strong&gt;A chance to live for God!&lt;/strong&gt; So, I will face the day with renewed determination and enthusiasm. I will try to learn from my mistakes and keep "on" keeping "on" until my very last breath.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;What are you going to fill your calendar with this new year?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29559473-866335781110998143?l=home-place.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://home-place.blogspot.com/feeds/866335781110998143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29559473&amp;postID=866335781110998143' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29559473/posts/default/866335781110998143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29559473/posts/default/866335781110998143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://home-place.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-every-day-i-just-put-up-our-new.html' title=''/><author><name>Susan P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16123411088490778415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/175/3152/320/house1.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/S0FB8IccqCI/AAAAAAAAFbk/PJJF2ZtnXNI/s72-c/002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29559473.post-43578422665076840</id><published>2010-01-01T10:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T09:21:20.789-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/Sz1S9qOvrLI/AAAAAAAAFak/wnE4_cUIlcI/s1600-h/672655_f120.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 120px; HEIGHT: 161px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421580745685576882" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/Sz1S9qOvrLI/AAAAAAAAFak/wnE4_cUIlcI/s400/672655_f120.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy 2010!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today is a day of reflection and one that is all about tradition. Don't you just love having traditions? There are as many traditions as there are families, I'm sure. Each has it's own special and unique way of doing things. I think it's really a very important part of keeping family close. Traditions give people a sense of security and a sense of belonging. They allow people to form wonderful memories, as well as provide them a chance to look forward to things to come in the future. Today my family will be:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/Sz1UZ2y5SbI/AAAAAAAAFas/EQdwK_LF-kw/s1600-h/rose+parade.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 94px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421582329606392242" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/Sz1UZ2y5SbI/AAAAAAAAFas/EQdwK_LF-kw/s320/rose+parade.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Watching parades&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/Sz1UvlEcPEI/AAAAAAAAFa0/WigPqL0nD3E/s1600-h/bowl+games.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 130px; HEIGHT: 196px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421582702805269570" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/Sz1UvlEcPEI/AAAAAAAAFa0/WigPqL0nD3E/s320/bowl+games.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Bowl games&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/Sz1VGrdf2cI/AAAAAAAAFa8/uefmoFAI42U/s1600-h/storage.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 94px; HEIGHT: 94px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421583099657968066" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/Sz1VGrdf2cI/AAAAAAAAFa8/uefmoFAI42U/s320/storage.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll try and get things a little organized around here;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/Sz1VgVDW-vI/AAAAAAAAFbE/LPIM0TYaEWE/s1600-h/paper.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 142px; HEIGHT: 94px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421583540319353586" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/Sz1VgVDW-vI/AAAAAAAAFbE/LPIM0TYaEWE/s320/paper.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Write down goals for the New Year, as well as reflecting on the one that has just passed. Also, finishing up the Christmas thank-you's.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/Sz1V7U32oPI/AAAAAAAAFbM/iZ1zftkUVo4/s1600-h/collard+greens.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 52px; HEIGHT: 78px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421584004127564018" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/Sz1V7U32oPI/AAAAAAAAFbM/iZ1zftkUVo4/s320/collard+greens.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And of course we will be partaking of traditional southern fare. Our plates we be filled with ham, collard greens, black eyed peas, cornbread, stewed tomatoes over rice, and sweet tea! We don't like rice pudding at our house, so Miss Bonnie is making bread pudding instead. I wonder who will find the nut this year?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whatever traditions you and your family participate in today, I pray that you have a joy-filled day making wonderful new memories, and have the happiest of New Years!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Much love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Susan P.&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/29559473-43578422665076840?l=home-place.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://home-place.blogspot.com/feeds/43578422665076840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29559473&amp;postID=43578422665076840' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29559473/posts/default/43578422665076840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29559473/posts/default/43578422665076840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://home-place.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-2010-today-is-day-of-reflection.html' title=''/><author><name>Susan P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16123411088490778415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/175/3152/320/house1.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/Sz1S9qOvrLI/AAAAAAAAFak/wnE4_cUIlcI/s72-c/672655_f120.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29559473.post-92950598943650332</id><published>2009-12-31T16:48:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T09:21:20.790-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Silly Stuff'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/Sz0iElXY1xI/AAAAAAAAFaU/QujhyDvvYmE/s1600-h/rice+pudding.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 153px; HEIGHT: 196px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421526988568975122" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/Sz0iElXY1xI/AAAAAAAAFaU/QujhyDvvYmE/s320/rice+pudding.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The Lucky Nut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Grammy was of Danish heritage so as a young girl I was privileged to partake in many Danish customs. One custom that we celebrated every year was what was called the "lucky New Year's nut." On New Year's day my Grammy would make bake rice pudding. Somewhere throughout the rice pudding she had placed a single nut. The legend says that if you are the fortunate one to find the nut in your rice pudding then you will have wonderful luck the for the new year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Grammy made her rice pudding in individual dishes and so we were each allowed to pick the one we wanted. Little did we know that my little sister had snuck in the kitchen, dug through each rice pudding dish with her hand (yuk;) in an effort to find the lucky nut. After she found the nut she very carefully arranged each individual pudding with her hand again (yuk;) Well, the time came for us to choose our pudding dish and the youngest family member got to go first. My sister excitedly grabbed the pudding of her choice. Any guess as to who got the lucky nut?!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Here's wishing all my dear blog friends will find the lucky nut tomorrow;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Much love and Happy New Year's Eve,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Susan P. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29559473-92950598943650332?l=home-place.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://home-place.blogspot.com/feeds/92950598943650332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29559473&amp;postID=92950598943650332' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29559473/posts/default/92950598943650332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29559473/posts/default/92950598943650332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://home-place.blogspot.com/2009/12/lucky-nut-my-grammy-was-of-danish.html' title=''/><author><name>Susan P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16123411088490778415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/175/3152/320/house1.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/Sz0iElXY1xI/AAAAAAAAFaU/QujhyDvvYmE/s72-c/rice+pudding.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29559473.post-3800249002612778668</id><published>2009-12-30T18:30:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T09:21:20.792-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Celebration tree'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Seasonal decorating (Winter)'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Celebration Tree ~ January&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/Szvkfwze26I/AAAAAAAAFaE/NutV6dIKhGE/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421177810798435234" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/Szvkfwze26I/AAAAAAAAFaE/NutV6dIKhGE/s320/001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of you know that each month I decorate a small tree to represent the holiday/theme for that month. I started doing this several Januarys ago after I had taken all of our Christmas items down. Our house just looked so empty and bare on the inside, and it did on the outside, too. Typically, January days in Virginia are very dark, dreary, and cold. Needless to say it can start to be a little depressing after awhile. So, I brought in the little lighted tree I had out on my front porch in hopes it would bring some life back into our home. I didn't want anything too big, just something little I could put in our "foyer" that would add a little sparkle and shine to an otherwise dreary month. I think it's such a nice, cheerful way to greet family and friends! My family even looks forward to the beginning of the month to see what I'll come up with next! Below you can find the links to some other trees I've done in the past. Oh, and by the way, everything on here is from the dollar store. Love, love, love the dollar store!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://home-place.blogspot.com/search/label/Seasonal%20decorating~Celebration%20Tree~%20St.%20Patrick%27s%20Day"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://home-place.blogspot.com/search/label/Seasonal%20decorating~Celebration%20Tree~%20St.%20Patrick%27s%20Day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://home-place.blogspot.com/2009/02/valentine-tree-as-promised-here-is-my.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://home-place.blogspot.com/2009/02/valentine-tree-as-promised-here-is-my.html&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://home-place.blogspot.com/2009/09/fall-entry-this-is-what-greets-our.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;http://home-place.blogspot.com/2009/09/fall-entry-this-is-what-greets-our.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So, what are you waiting for? Why don't you make one, too?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SzvlABRccaI/AAAAAAAAFaM/gwqdoRrdLyI/s1600-h/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421178364974887330" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SzvlABRccaI/AAAAAAAAFaM/gwqdoRrdLyI/s320/002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29559473-3800249002612778668?l=home-place.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://home-place.blogspot.com/feeds/3800249002612778668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29559473&amp;postID=3800249002612778668' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29559473/posts/default/3800249002612778668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29559473/posts/default/3800249002612778668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://home-place.blogspot.com/2009/12/celebration-tree-january-most-of-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Susan P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16123411088490778415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/175/3152/320/house1.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/Szvkfwze26I/AAAAAAAAFaE/NutV6dIKhGE/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29559473.post-2514273927128247792</id><published>2009-12-28T21:14:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T09:21:20.793-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby love'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy 1st Birthday, Benjamin! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/Szlq0rugoiI/AAAAAAAAFZs/XdJVN23OR-Y/s1600-h/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420481079840645666" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/Szlq0rugoiI/AAAAAAAAFZs/XdJVN23OR-Y/s320/007.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our precious grandson Benjamin turns one today! I could have never guessed in a million years how much joy and happiness he would bring to our lives. The Lord has truly given us one of life's most precious blessings!  There is not a day that goes by that we don't thank him for this wonderful "gift."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SzlpbEGs1tI/AAAAAAAAFZk/iNygJVOKpzc/s1600-h/023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420479540196333266" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SzlpbEGs1tI/AAAAAAAAFZk/iNygJVOKpzc/s320/023.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The "Birthday Boy!" Look at those chubby little cheeks ~ couldn't you just pinch them;) &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/29559473-2514273927128247792?l=home-place.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://home-place.blogspot.com/feeds/2514273927128247792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29559473&amp;postID=2514273927128247792' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29559473/posts/default/2514273927128247792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29559473/posts/default/2514273927128247792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://home-place.blogspot.com/2009/12/happy-1st-birthday-benjamin-our.html' title=''/><author><name>Susan P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16123411088490778415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/175/3152/320/house1.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/Szlq0rugoiI/AAAAAAAAFZs/XdJVN23OR-Y/s72-c/007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29559473.post-371029637094427970</id><published>2009-12-21T22:58:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T09:21:20.794-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Merry, Merry Christmas!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SzBEg0FLfcI/AAAAAAAAFXY/brNPbswEv-E/s1600-h/house1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 278px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417905682253577666" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SzBEg0FLfcI/AAAAAAAAFXY/brNPbswEv-E/s400/house1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;From, "A Place Called Home!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Much love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Susan P.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29559473-371029637094427970?l=home-place.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://home-place.blogspot.com/feeds/371029637094427970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29559473&amp;postID=371029637094427970' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29559473/posts/default/371029637094427970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29559473/posts/default/371029637094427970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://home-place.blogspot.com/2009/12/merry-merry-christmas-from-place-called.html' title=''/><author><name>Susan P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16123411088490778415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/175/3152/320/house1.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SzBEg0FLfcI/AAAAAAAAFXY/brNPbswEv-E/s72-c/house1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29559473.post-7311961150654121901</id><published>2009-12-18T22:25:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T09:21:20.797-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Seasons in Virginia'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Winter Wonderland &amp;amp; Random Ramblings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's funny that my last post had to do with a "&lt;strong&gt;White Christmas&lt;/strong&gt;," because it looks like that's exactly what we're going to have here in Virginia! I have lived here most of my life, and I can never remember having one, so this is extra-special for us! The snow is coming down fast and furiously, and the winds are blowing, but we are all snuggled up by the fire all toasty warm. Tomorrow Miss Bonnie and I will do a lot of Christmas baking, and I have a good book I want to start reading. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since we hardly ever get snow Miss Bonnie and I don't have any snow boots so we decided  to go to Payless today.  I do believe that half of the city was in there! Before we left I had gone on their website to see what they had so I could get an idea of what to look for. When we got there you could hardly walk in the aisles because of so many women!!!!  Our eyes were darting from box to box, and then finally Miss Bonnie spotted them, said they were in a seven, so I said "grab them!!!" They feel so soft and warm inside, and the best part was they were on sale! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SyxJn4Zk4AI/AAAAAAAAFWg/hmFCnrs3LHk/s1600-h/boot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 167px; HEIGHT: 167px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416785401323249666" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SyxJn4Zk4AI/AAAAAAAAFWg/hmFCnrs3LHk/s320/boot.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't think I told y'all, but my camera is broken and can't be fixed.  BOO HOO, SNIFF SNIFF.  That's why I showed you a picture of the boots for a least a little visual interest;)  I don't think Santa will be able to bring me one this Christmas so my posts won't be very interesting for awhile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After hearing the advice of several bloggers that I really respect, I have decided to allow &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;anonymous&lt;/span&gt; comments, and Ill just go ahead and start doing comment &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;moderation&lt;/span&gt;.  I have formed so many wonderful friendships, and I would be real sad if I couldn't keep in touch anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, how's that for a bit of randomness? lol I hope y'all have a wonderful weekend!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Much love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Susan P.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29559473-7311961150654121901?l=home-place.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://home-place.blogspot.com/feeds/7311961150654121901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29559473&amp;postID=7311961150654121901' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29559473/posts/default/7311961150654121901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29559473/posts/default/7311961150654121901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://home-place.blogspot.com/2009/12/winter-wonderland-random-ramblings-its.html' title=''/><author><name>Susan P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16123411088490778415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/175/3152/320/house1.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SyxJn4Zk4AI/AAAAAAAAFWg/hmFCnrs3LHk/s72-c/boot.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29559473.post-126103110922508337</id><published>2009-12-16T21:39:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T09:21:20.798-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ponderings'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SymcjIAVHrI/AAAAAAAAFWY/9YFoi1-B_7c/s1600-h/snowy+window.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 260px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416032154147954354" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SymcjIAVHrI/AAAAAAAAFWY/9YFoi1-B_7c/s320/snowy+window.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Unless we make Christmas an occasion to share our blessings, all the snow in Alaska won't make it white."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Words of wisdom from the late &lt;strong&gt;Mr. Bing Crosby&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Picture courtesy of Allposters&lt;/span&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/29559473-126103110922508337?l=home-place.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://home-place.blogspot.com/feeds/126103110922508337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29559473&amp;postID=126103110922508337' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29559473/posts/default/126103110922508337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29559473/posts/default/126103110922508337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://home-place.blogspot.com/2009/12/words-of-wisdom-from-mr.html' title=''/><author><name>Susan P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16123411088490778415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/175/3152/320/house1.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SymcjIAVHrI/AAAAAAAAFWY/9YFoi1-B_7c/s72-c/snowy+window.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29559473.post-6499001794542749892</id><published>2009-12-15T21:39:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T09:21:20.799-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I Apologize&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am disgusted.  I clicked on a comment from &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;anonymous&lt;/span&gt; in my last post and it led me to a revolting p*r*o site.  I have never had this happen before, and I am promptly taking steps to keep it from happening again.  Unfortunately, I am going to have to close all &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;anonymous&lt;/span&gt; comments.  I love hearing from everybody, but I just can't take that chance again.  This whole situation just sickens my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much love,&lt;br /&gt;Susan P.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29559473-6499001794542749892?l=home-place.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://home-place.blogspot.com/feeds/6499001794542749892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29559473&amp;postID=6499001794542749892' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29559473/posts/default/6499001794542749892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29559473/posts/default/6499001794542749892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://home-place.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-apologize-i-am-disgusted.html' title=''/><author><name>Susan P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16123411088490778415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/175/3152/320/house1.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29559473.post-6583884015719663907</id><published>2009-12-15T13:22:00.014-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T09:21:20.800-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SyfY_qN0pEI/AAAAAAAAFWI/X_7iUH3YJ7M/s1600-h/thread.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 116px; HEIGHT: 102px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415535665111934018" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SyfY_qN0pEI/AAAAAAAAFWI/X_7iUH3YJ7M/s320/thread.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Threading&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever heard of it? Until a few days ago I hadn't either. My daughter-in-law Ashley was talking about having it done at the Mall last week. The cost was ten dollars plus tip. Miss Bonnie and I are "do it yourselfer's"so we looked at the videos on the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt; and Miss Bonnie was certain she could do it. I cut her hair each month so we decided we would share our "talents" on each other!! I must admit I felt somewhat like a guinea pig, but I was pretty confident she was up for the challenge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, if you look at the videos on threading it looks pretty scary, plus it looks like it would hurt a LOT! Well, I'm here to tell you that it was a lot less painful than waxing, and the results are even better, in my opinion. The best part is that is only requires one thing, and that is &lt;strong&gt;thread&lt;/strong&gt;(duh;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what am I talking about? Threading is a technique you use to shape and trim &lt;strong&gt;eyebrows&lt;/strong&gt;! Once Miss Bonnie got familiar with the technique she was a real pro!!!!! She was working that thread like nobody's business!!! Best part? I didn't even have to leave a tip!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29559473-6583884015719663907?l=home-place.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://home-place.blogspot.com/feeds/6583884015719663907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29559473&amp;postID=6583884015719663907' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29559473/posts/default/6583884015719663907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29559473/posts/default/6583884015719663907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://home-place.blogspot.com/2009/12/threading-have-you-ever-heard-of-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Susan P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16123411088490778415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/175/3152/320/house1.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SyfY_qN0pEI/AAAAAAAAFWI/X_7iUH3YJ7M/s72-c/thread.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29559473.post-1262229166093865181</id><published>2009-12-13T13:37:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T09:21:20.802-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby love'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"My How Times Have Changed!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SyU05RF4TzI/AAAAAAAAFVg/j51vf3pZtgI/s1600-h/Santa+Ben.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 301px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414792285428141874" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SyU05RF4TzI/AAAAAAAAFVg/j51vf3pZtgI/s400/Santa+Ben.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy, things are sure different these days.  Instead of writing a letter to Santa, Benjamin decided to just "text" him;) ~Just kidding~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29559473-1262229166093865181?l=home-place.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://home-place.blogspot.com/feeds/1262229166093865181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29559473&amp;postID=1262229166093865181' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29559473/posts/default/1262229166093865181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29559473/posts/default/1262229166093865181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://home-place.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-how-times-have-changed-boy-things.html' title=''/><author><name>Susan P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16123411088490778415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/175/3152/320/house1.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SyU05RF4TzI/AAAAAAAAFVg/j51vf3pZtgI/s72-c/Santa+Ben.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29559473.post-116464367314732839</id><published>2009-12-10T21:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T09:21:20.804-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Words Of Encouragement'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I originally wrote this post in December 2006, but I thought it was worth repeating. For many people, Christmas can be a very lonely and sad time. Let us reach out to those who are in need: A  hug, a word of encouragement, an invitation to dinner, some baked goods, or maybe even stopping by to enjoy a "cup of Christmas tea" with them, could possibly bring a much needed smile to their face and turn their sadness into joy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/175/3152/1600/662135/chrmistletoe.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/175/3152/320/910275/chrmistletoe.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;A Cup of Christmas Tea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/175/3152/1600/525008/Blogging%20Pictures%201059.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/175/3152/1600/191758/Blogging%20Pictures%201059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/175/3152/200/696300/Blogging%20Pictures%201059.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have owned this Christmas tea cup for many, many years. It is a cherished gift that was given to me by Mr. P. Along with the tea cup and saucer came the most beautiful book that I still treasure to this day. It is a modern day poem that is timeless in it's message. I had heard the poem many years ago and it really spoke to my heart about the true spirit of the Christmas season. The tea cup holds a place of honor in my dining room during Christmas because it serves a very important reminder to me to remember those who aren't always remembered. I know this poem is very long but I hope you will take some time to read it. Maybe when you have a few minutes during the next few days you can bring your cup of tea along with you and you can read this most beautiful and touching poem. I hope you love it as much as I do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Cup of Christmas Tea&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;By: Tom Hegg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The log was in the fireplace,all spiced and set to burn.&lt;br /&gt;At last, the yearly Christmas race was in the clubhouse turn,&lt;br /&gt;The cards were in the mail, all the gifts beneath the tree,&lt;br /&gt;And 30 days reprieve 'till VISA could catch up with me.&lt;br /&gt;And though smug satisfaction seemed the order of the day,&lt;br /&gt;Something still was nagging me, and would not go away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A week before, I got a letter from my old Great Aunt.&lt;br /&gt;It read: "Of course, I'll understand completely if you can't,&lt;br /&gt;But if you find you have some time,how wonderful if we&lt;br /&gt;Could have a little chat and share a cup of Christmas tea."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She'd had a mild stroke that year which crippled her left side.&lt;br /&gt;Though housebound now, my folks had said it hadn't hurt her pride.&lt;br /&gt;They said: "She'd love to see you.What a nice thing it would be&lt;br /&gt;For you to go and maybe have a cup of Christmas tea."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But boy! I didn't want to go!&lt;br /&gt;Oh, what a bitter pill&lt;br /&gt;To see an old relation and how far she'd gone downhill.&lt;br /&gt;I remembered her as vigorous, as funny and as bright.&lt;br /&gt;I remembered Christmas Eves when she regaled us half the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't want to risk all that. I didn't want the pain.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't need to be depressed. I didn't need the strain.&lt;br /&gt;And what about my brother?Why not him? She's his Aunt, too!&lt;br /&gt;I thought I had it justified,but then before I knew,&lt;br /&gt;The reasons not to go I so painstakingly had built&lt;br /&gt;Were cracking wide and crumbling in an acid rain of guilt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put on boots and gloves and cap,shame stinging every pore,&lt;br /&gt;And armed with squeegee, sand and map,I went out my front door.&lt;br /&gt;I drove in from the suburbs to the older part of town.&lt;br /&gt;The pastels of the newer homes gave way to gray and brown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had that disembodied feeling as the car pulled up&lt;br /&gt;And stopped beside the wooden house that held the Christmas cup.&lt;br /&gt;How I got up to the door; I really couldn't tell...&lt;br /&gt;I watched my hand rise up and press the button of the bell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I waited, aided by my nervous rocking to and fro,&lt;br /&gt;And just as I was thinking I should turn around and go,&lt;br /&gt;I heard the rattle of the chinain the hutch against the wall.&lt;br /&gt;The triple beat of two feet and a crutch came down the hall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The clicking of the door latch and the sliding of the bolt,&lt;br /&gt;And a little swollen struggle popped it open with a jolt.&lt;br /&gt;She stood there, pale and tiny, looking fragile as an egg.&lt;br /&gt;I forced myself from staring at the brace that held her leg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And though her thick bifocals seemed to crack and spread her eyes,&lt;br /&gt;Their milky and refracted depths lit up with young surprise.&lt;br /&gt;"Come in! Come in!" She laughed the words.&lt;br /&gt;She took me by the hand,&lt;br /&gt;And all my fears dissolved away,&lt;br /&gt;as if by her command.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went inside, and then,before I knew how to react,&lt;br /&gt;Before my eyes and ears and nose was Christmas past...alive...intact:&lt;br /&gt;The scent of candied oranges, of cinnamon and pine&lt;br /&gt;The antique wooden soldiers in their military line;&lt;br /&gt;The porcelain NativityI'd always loved so much...&lt;br /&gt;The Dresden and the crystal I'd been told I mustn't touch...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My spirit fairly bolted, like a child out of class&lt;br /&gt;And danced among the ornaments of calico and glass.&lt;br /&gt;Like magic, I was six again, deep in a Christmas spell,&lt;br /&gt;Steeped in the million memories the boy inside knew well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here, among old Christmas cards, so lovingly displayed,&lt;br /&gt;A special place of honor for the ones we kids had made.&lt;br /&gt;And there, beside her rocking chair; the center of it all...&lt;br /&gt;My Great Aunt stood and said how nice it was I'd come to call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat... and rattled on about...the weather and the flu.&lt;br /&gt;She listened very patiently,then smiled and said, "What's new?"&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts and words began to flow.&lt;br /&gt;I started making sense.&lt;br /&gt;I lost the phoney breeziness I use when I get tense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was still passionately interested in everything I did.&lt;br /&gt;She was positive. Encouraging. Like when I was a kid.&lt;br /&gt;Simple generalities still sent her into fits.&lt;br /&gt;She demanded the specifics.The particulars. The bits.&lt;br /&gt;We talked about the limitations that she'd had to face.&lt;br /&gt;She spoke with utter candor;and with humor and good grace&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Then, defying the realityof crutch and straightened knee,&lt;br /&gt;On wings of hospitality,she flew to brew the tea.&lt;br /&gt;I sat alone with feelings that I hadn't felt in years,&lt;br /&gt;I looked around at Christmas through a thick, hot blur of tears.&lt;br /&gt;And the candles and the holly she'd arranged on every shelf..&lt;br /&gt;The impossibly good cookies she still somehow baked herself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But these rich, tactile memories became quite pale and thin&lt;br /&gt;When measured by the Christmas my Great Aunt kept deep within.&lt;br /&gt;Her body halved and nearly spent,but my Great Aunt was whole.&lt;br /&gt;I saw a Christmas miracle...the triumph of a soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The triple beat of two feet and a crutchcame down the hall.&lt;br /&gt;The rattle of the china in the hutch against the wall.&lt;br /&gt;She poured two cups. She smiled,and then she handed one to me,&lt;br /&gt;And then, we settled back and had a cup of Christmas tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;By: Tom Hegg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/175/3152/1600/162365/Blogging%20Pictures%201060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/175/3152/320/425030/Blogging%20Pictures%201060.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who in your life is waiting for you to come and share a cup of Christmas tea with them??&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29559473-116464367314732839?l=home-place.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://home-place.blogspot.com/feeds/116464367314732839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29559473&amp;postID=116464367314732839' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29559473/posts/default/116464367314732839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29559473/posts/default/116464367314732839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://home-place.blogspot.com/2006/11/cup-of-christmas-tea-i-have-owned-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Susan P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16123411088490778415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/175/3152/320/house1.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29559473.post-3804734102793404587</id><published>2009-12-08T21:00:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T09:21:20.806-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/Sx8R5R5R17I/AAAAAAAAFVI/AwcJHeiTIB4/s1600-h/YCA6VBL2YCAEYBH06CAR1G05XCA2OLXH5CAY5P531CA2Q38KHCA89KPJ4CAQQ23Y3CABWKI4XCABWO9OJCARF1GSJCAJQ4FTBCA03XLOZCAWRHWB9CA53DFZCCAYIVH2CCAA4N0T1CAIOUXMICA04UYH9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 192px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413064952876488626" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/Sx8R5R5R17I/AAAAAAAAFVI/AwcJHeiTIB4/s200/YCA6VBL2YCAEYBH06CAR1G05XCA2OLXH5CAY5P531CA2Q38KHCA89KPJ4CAQQ23Y3CABWKI4XCABWO9OJCARF1GSJCAJQ4FTBCA03XLOZCAWRHWB9CA53DFZCCAYIVH2CCAA4N0T1CAIOUXMICA04UYH9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;A Free Craft Project&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a lot of Karla Dornacher's books in my home library. They are very near and dear to my heart because she celebrates her love of God, family, and home in each one. I was just visiting her blog yesterday and I saw that she has a darling free craft project for Christmas. Here is the &lt;a href="http://karladornacher.typepad.com/karlas_korner/2009/12/free-christmas-tags-download.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;link&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; if you are interested!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love to have different books on display around my home throughout the year. I think it is a wonderful way to &lt;strong&gt;encourage&lt;/strong&gt; reading, and as you read the different books then you end up being&lt;strong&gt; encouraged&lt;/strong&gt;! That's a double blessing!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SxwM2FPPijI/AAAAAAAAFUY/IEnPJ-NeeIc/s1600-h/011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412214975451073074" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SxwM2FPPijI/AAAAAAAAFUY/IEnPJ-NeeIc/s320/011.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If anybody does the craft project please let me know, I'd love to see it:) Do you have books that you like to display in your home?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&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/29559473-3804734102793404587?l=home-place.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://home-place.blogspot.com/feeds/3804734102793404587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29559473&amp;postID=3804734102793404587' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29559473/posts/default/3804734102793404587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29559473/posts/default/3804734102793404587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://home-place.blogspot.com/2009/12/free-craft-project-i-have-lot-of-karla.html' title=''/><author><name>Susan P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16123411088490778415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/175/3152/320/house1.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/Sx8R5R5R17I/AAAAAAAAFVI/AwcJHeiTIB4/s72-c/YCA6VBL2YCAEYBH06CAR1G05XCA2OLXH5CAY5P531CA2Q38KHCA89KPJ4CAQQ23Y3CABWKI4XCABWO9OJCARF1GSJCAJQ4FTBCA03XLOZCAWRHWB9CA53DFZCCAYIVH2CCAA4N0T1CAIOUXMICA04UYH9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29559473.post-5922942116384587195</id><published>2009-12-07T08:54:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T11:04:32.677-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Faith'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;A Heart Filled With Hope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever wish you could look into the future? I think my answer would have to be a yes/no. I am a planner by nature, so in some ways it would be good to know what was coming down the pike. On the other hand, I do like surprises, but only if they are good;) Well, over my blogging hiatus I got one of the biggest "surprises" of my life, and let me tell you, it was not good. It was one of those "hit you in your gut" kind of surprises that just about rips your heart out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I gaze upon the beauty of my Christmas tree this year, I can't help but think what a difference a year has made. Last Christmas as I was gazing upon this same tree, I was filled with great anticipation, because I anxiously awaiting the birth of my first grandchild. My heart was overflowing, filled with hope and excitement. This year is different. My heart hurts. It is filled with sadness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I had been able to look into the future I would have told you that I could never bear what I would be facing. But, as I look at our nativity, I am reminded that my heart can still be filled with hope. This year my heart can still be filled with joy and anticipation because I will be celebrating another baby's birth. The babe that was born in a manger. The babe that would grow up and carry me when I thought I could no longer walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/Sx0fT_hq_zI/AAAAAAAAFUg/LhGMkUN_A7Y/s1600-h/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412516755499843378" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/Sx0fT_hq_zI/AAAAAAAAFUg/LhGMkUN_A7Y/s320/009.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are facing great trials, sadness or heartache my prayer is that you will be able to find hope, too. The point of my post is not to bring you down or feel sorry for me. The point is that I want you to know that even through great trials you still has a Savior who loves you. That sweet baby boy born in the manger can bring you hope when you feel like all hope is lost. He can carry you, too, all you have to do is call on Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"I know not what the future holds, but I know who holds the future."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;  Author unknown&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29559473-5922942116384587195?l=home-place.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://home-place.blogspot.com/feeds/5922942116384587195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29559473&amp;postID=5922942116384587195' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29559473/posts/default/5922942116384587195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29559473/posts/default/5922942116384587195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://home-place.blogspot.com/2009/12/heart-filled-with-hope-do-you-ever-wish.html' title=''/><author><name>Susan P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16123411088490778415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/175/3152/320/house1.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/Sx0fT_hq_zI/AAAAAAAAFUg/LhGMkUN_A7Y/s72-c/009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29559473.post-4435683823610254267</id><published>2009-12-05T11:49:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T12:28:05.346-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HaPpY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;hApPy&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;JoY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; jOy........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Why the title? Well, yesterday was just one of "those" days! The kind of day like when you find spare change in your coat pocket that you had left from last year, or when driving, every light you come to turns a beautiful color of&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;green&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Miss Bonnie and I had to go to the "dreaded" mall yesterday (UGH;) Can you tell I dislike shopping? Anyway, our destination was Bath &amp;amp; Body Works. It's was close to eleven and the mall was jammed with shoppers bustling about. As we rounded the corner to B&amp;amp;BW's we both said at the same time, "oh, no." Why? Because the gate was down and the store was closed. What in the world? Well, a nice lady came up to us, who just happened to be an employee of the store, and said that the for some unknown reason the manager hadn't shown up. What to do? I decided since we had made the trip just to go to this particular store that we would wait for a few minutes. I guess it was not ten minutes later that she finally showed up and we all were able to enter the store. Now, here's the happy part. They felt bad for all the people who had been waiting so we each got a coupon for free merchandise up to ten dollars!!!! Yippee:) It was definitely worth the wait. I ended up getting three yummy smelling hand soaps for the holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SxqUAChjPBI/AAAAAAAAFUQ/IkVGTET8Z0Q/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411800630637575186" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SxqUAChjPBI/AAAAAAAAFUQ/IkVGTET8Z0Q/s320/001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The other wonderful thing that happened was when I went to Walmart the item I was purchasing for Miss Bonnie (which I can't say because she reads my blog;) was supposed to be 24.00 dollars, but when I looked it had the beautiful "roll back" sign and I only had to pay 15!! I'm telling y'all, I almost thought I was going to do a happy dance in the aisle, but then I decided I better act like a grown-up and composed myself (somewhat;) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, that is why yesterday was such a happy one! I don't know about you, but I think God delights in giving his children special unexpected blessings. I know he certainly delighted this one;) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you have any special unexpected blessing that you'd like to share?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29559473-4435683823610254267?l=home-place.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://home-place.blogspot.com/feeds/4435683823610254267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29559473&amp;postID=4435683823610254267' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29559473/posts/default/4435683823610254267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29559473/posts/default/4435683823610254267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://home-place.blogspot.com/2009/12/happy-happy-joy-joy.html' title=''/><author><name>Susan P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16123411088490778415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/175/3152/320/house1.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SxqUAChjPBI/AAAAAAAAFUQ/IkVGTET8Z0Q/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29559473.post-8872887393853578865</id><published>2009-12-04T14:32:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T14:57:08.341-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Seasonal decorating (Christmas)'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Back In The Saddle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hello to all my dear friends, I have missed y'all so much! I can't tell you how much your emails of concern have meant to me.  I am so happy to report that I am doing much better and am able to blog again! There is nothing like sitting on the sidelines to make a girl realize how blessed she really is. Mr. P and Miss Bonnie took excellent care of me, although I'm sure I tried their patience many a time! lol I am so ready to begin enjoying this blessed Christmas season that is upon us. I've got Christmas carols playing right now, the tree is lit, candles are glowing, and at the moment I'm the only one at home. Why not, though? I am going to enjoy every single second this magical time of year has to offer!  What about you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/Sxln7_XHO6I/AAAAAAAAFUA/2sEsS1sTSr8/s1600-h/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411470707580681122" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/Sxln7_XHO6I/AAAAAAAAFUA/2sEsS1sTSr8/s320/002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When we read the story of Jesus' birth, how can we not be filled with joy?!!&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/29559473-8872887393853578865?l=home-place.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://home-place.blogspot.com/feeds/8872887393853578865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29559473&amp;postID=8872887393853578865' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29559473/posts/default/8872887393853578865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29559473/posts/default/8872887393853578865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://home-place.blogspot.com/2009/12/back-in-saddle-hello-to-all-my-dear.html' title=''/><author><name>Susan P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16123411088490778415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/175/3152/320/house1.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/Sxln7_XHO6I/AAAAAAAAFUA/2sEsS1sTSr8/s72-c/002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29559473.post-8396295717091231846</id><published>2009-10-31T20:59:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T21:25:03.389-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='something to ponder'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SuzdtTwVIHI/AAAAAAAAFT4/LzpHotrayl8/s1600-h/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398933823777218674" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SuzdtTwVIHI/AAAAAAAAFT4/LzpHotrayl8/s320/003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;Something To Ponder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This camellia bush has been in our backyard for twenty years. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;For nineteen of those years we were lucky if we got just a few blossoms on it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Last year our big tree was cut down, thus allowing the bush ro reap the rewards of full sunlight. Because of this, we were rewarded with all these magnificent blooms to admire!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You see, that big tree had been in the way.  All those years this bush had the amazing potential to bloom, but it wasn't allowed to because something was obstructing it. Hmmm, maybe we could relate this to our everyday lives.  As humans, we all have such amazing potential, but sometimes we allow things or people to get in our way of reaching that potential. Come to think of it, sometimes &lt;strong&gt;we&lt;/strong&gt; might even be the ones that our hindering ourselves!  Look around and see if you can relate this to anything in your life ~ I know I sure could. Just something to ponder...............&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/29559473-8396295717091231846?l=home-place.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://home-place.blogspot.com/feeds/8396295717091231846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29559473&amp;postID=8396295717091231846' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29559473/posts/default/8396295717091231846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29559473/posts/default/8396295717091231846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://home-place.blogspot.com/2009/10/something-to-ponder-this-camellia-bush.html' title=''/><author><name>Susan P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16123411088490778415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/175/3152/320/house1.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SuzdtTwVIHI/AAAAAAAAFT4/LzpHotrayl8/s72-c/003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29559473.post-1414998391274972811</id><published>2009-10-21T15:47:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T16:06:19.804-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Silly Stuff'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/St9lkcLz3QI/AAAAAAAAFTs/G86MbO74C9Y/s1600-h/getwell06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 227px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395142555328568578" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/St9lkcLz3QI/AAAAAAAAFTs/G86MbO74C9Y/s320/getwell06.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;Down And Out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I am not a good patient ~ there's no two ways about it.  For the last week I have been unable to go about my regular routine due to an injury to my arm.  First of all, I'm a baby when it comes to pain.I just plain don't like it!! Second, as Mr. P says, I am an "couch" quarterback!  From the couch I can see most of the goings-on in my home.  I have an especially good view of the kitchen.  NOT a good thing, ladies!!  Mr. P and Miss Bonnie are managing quite well and are completely capable of carrying on the household duties in my place.  However, I have this crazy need to give "added" instructions along with what I consider to be helpful tips, much to their chagrin! I have a feeling if I don't stop it, they might see to it that I never recover (if you know what I mean;) &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/29559473-1414998391274972811?l=home-place.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://home-place.blogspot.com/feeds/1414998391274972811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29559473&amp;postID=1414998391274972811' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29559473/posts/default/1414998391274972811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29559473/posts/default/1414998391274972811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://home-place.blogspot.com/2009/10/down-and-out-i-am-not-good-patient.html' title=''/><author><name>Susan P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16123411088490778415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/175/3152/320/house1.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/St9lkcLz3QI/AAAAAAAAFTs/G86MbO74C9Y/s72-c/getwell06.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29559473.post-3988538790166568493</id><published>2009-10-07T13:47:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T14:10:47.853-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Decorating'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; One Of Those "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Light Bulb&lt;/span&gt;" Moments!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Every now again and get the urge to switch things up a bit in my home.  Okay, I confess, not just every now and again:)  Anyway, my goal is to use what I have and not go out and spend any more money. Sooooo........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;here's my idea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SszUx1Ua5qI/AAAAAAAAFTE/ifkv9LSBXAE/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389916806647047842" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SszUx1Ua5qI/AAAAAAAAFTE/ifkv9LSBXAE/s320/001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;In one of our bathrooms we had this boring old lampshade.  I wanted to give it a little "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;pizazz&lt;/span&gt;," (love that word;) so I thought and thought.  While I was thinking my eye wandered over to my ribbon stash. Do y'all remember how I told you about all of the beautiful ribbon I'm always finding at the Dollar Tree?  Well, my much to my delight my eyes stopped gazing and landed on the beautiful Christmas ribbons I had purchased a few weeks earlier!  Ah, ha.......this is what I'll use!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SszU3Mnqn5I/AAAAAAAAFTM/YP9FEtgpSM4/s1600-h/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389916898801131410" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SszU3Mnqn5I/AAAAAAAAFTM/YP9FEtgpSM4/s200/002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;All I did was take the ribbon and wrap it vertically around the shade, just like the manufacturer uses the plastic wrap to cover it so the lampshade will be protected.  You know, it's always such a pain to remove.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SszU68NUPjI/AAAAAAAAFTU/ZJ10VtV97ns/s1600-h/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389916963115122226" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SszU68NUPjI/AAAAAAAAFTU/ZJ10VtV97ns/s200/003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I then went to my trim stash and picked this out. I attached it to the shade and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;VIOLA&lt;/span&gt;!  I love it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SszVGVOZxWI/AAAAAAAAFTc/ONLb6MrlQ5Y/s1600-h/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 182px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389917158809126242" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SszVGVOZxWI/AAAAAAAAFTc/ONLb6MrlQ5Y/s320/005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I also wanted to try it a different way so I took some of the gold ribbon I had purchased.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SszWJDFuuuI/AAAAAAAAFTk/qP6pROpIkQk/s1600-h/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389918304992148194" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SszWJDFuuuI/AAAAAAAAFTk/qP6pROpIkQk/s200/008.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;All I did was tie it on and made a bow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SszUYRyEVOI/AAAAAAAAFS8/EbFY2YGpV50/s1600-h/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389916367610991842" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SszUYRyEVOI/AAAAAAAAFS8/EbFY2YGpV50/s320/004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I wish the pictures did the shades justice, but they don't.  You'll just have to take my word!  The one thing I love about this ribbon is that it just isn't for Christmas alone ~ it can go with your everyday decor!&lt;/span&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/29559473-3988538790166568493?l=home-place.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://home-place.blogspot.com/feeds/3988538790166568493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29559473&amp;postID=3988538790166568493' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29559473/posts/default/3988538790166568493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29559473/posts/default/3988538790166568493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://home-place.blogspot.com/2009/10/one-of-those-light-bulb-moments-every.html' title=''/><author><name>Susan P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16123411088490778415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/175/3152/320/house1.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SszUx1Ua5qI/AAAAAAAAFTE/ifkv9LSBXAE/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29559473.post-4368233695555551274</id><published>2009-10-06T07:38:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T07:47:43.809-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ponderings'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;What Has Become Of Us?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;a.k.a. You're Kidding Me, Right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'll set the scene.  Girl gets up in the early morning, stumbles to the kitchen to get her first cup of coffee, then sits down to hear the news.  Top story on the Today show:  &lt;strong&gt;David Letterman&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;s*x scandal&lt;/strong&gt;. CLICK............... Top story on Good Morning America:  &lt;strong&gt;David Letterman s*x scandal&lt;/strong&gt;. CLICK............... The CBS Early Show: &lt;strong&gt; David Letterman s*x scandal&lt;/strong&gt;. CLICK......  Cable News:  &lt;strong&gt;David Letterman s*x&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;scandal&lt;/strong&gt;.   Girl turns off television in disgust and goes back to bed and pulls the covers over her head........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29559473-4368233695555551274?l=home-place.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://home-place.blogspot.com/feeds/4368233695555551274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29559473&amp;postID=4368233695555551274' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29559473/posts/default/4368233695555551274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29559473/posts/default/4368233695555551274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://home-place.blogspot.com/2009/10/what-has-become-of-us.html' title=''/><author><name>Susan P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16123411088490778415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/175/3152/320/house1.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29559473.post-2656843982128043436</id><published>2009-10-05T10:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T07:48:12.679-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Seasonal decorating (Fall)'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;A Few Pictures Of Our Fall Home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SsoFfFIi-mI/AAAAAAAAFSk/1_BtUomXuVY/s1600-h/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389125935614327394" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SsoFfFIi-mI/AAAAAAAAFSk/1_BtUomXuVY/s320/003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SsoFTDCmCKI/AAAAAAAAFSU/NNma5nvUvxk/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389125728894060706" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SsoFTDCmCKI/AAAAAAAAFSU/NNma5nvUvxk/s320/001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SsoDXEIQ_mI/AAAAAAAAFR8/3bLDrHM2za0/s1600-h/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389123598882504290" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SsoDXEIQ_mI/AAAAAAAAFR8/3bLDrHM2za0/s320/004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SsoDSiK0EcI/AAAAAAAAFR0/bbCtvuUAFo8/s1600-h/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389123521046909378" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SsoDSiK0EcI/AAAAAAAAFR0/bbCtvuUAFo8/s320/003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SsoFa2F0npI/AAAAAAAAFSc/4WAcDJG_Xp8/s1600-h/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389125862856892050" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SsoFa2F0npI/AAAAAAAAFSc/4WAcDJG_Xp8/s320/002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/29559473-2656843982128043436?l=home-place.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://home-place.blogspot.com/feeds/2656843982128043436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29559473&amp;postID=2656843982128043436' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29559473/posts/default/2656843982128043436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29559473/posts/default/2656843982128043436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://home-place.blogspot.com/2009/10/few-pictures-of-our-fall-home-btw-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Susan P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16123411088490778415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/175/3152/320/house1.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SsoFfFIi-mI/AAAAAAAAFSk/1_BtUomXuVY/s72-c/003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29559473.post-5500317162293710692</id><published>2009-10-01T10:46:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T11:29:05.340-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ponderings'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;How To Turn A Cloudy Day Into A "Partly" Sunny One!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh, oh.................I knew as soon as I woke up it was going to be "one of those" days. Fortunately, these days don't happen too often, but when they do everything looks gloomy, doomy, and I feel downright "puny." BTW, I looked puny up in the dictionary and it said, "not feeling up to regular strength, weak." Yep, that's how I feel. And I'm not just talking physically, but emotionally as well. Kind of weak in spirit, I guess you could say. Can any of y'all relate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SsTA7QHWlPI/AAAAAAAAFRs/QUJOlJov3KA/s1600-h/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's exactly on days like these that I am so grateful that I have a household plan in place. A plan that I follow daily, so if I am having a "bad" day, the whole household doesn't have to suffer. It's days like these I'm so glad I have thought ahead and have something &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;nourishing&lt;/span&gt; in the freezer that I can just pop in the oven and still have a nice hot meal on the table for my family. It's days like these that I'm also so glad I have kept up with the laundry. Believe me, before I had my plan in place there were many a time I had to do a quick wash just so there would be clean clothing for everybody to wear that day. Oh, so not fun....... And finally, it's day's like these that I'm so glad I keep up with my household chores on a daily basis, because this allows my home to look presentable even if I don't either feel like, or have a chance to clean that day. Bottom line, I don't want my family to suffer just because I am not feeling "up to par."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Whenever&lt;/span&gt; I do have one of these days I know what I should and shouldn't do. I know that these kinds of days are NOT conducive for taking on big projects, trying out new recipes, trying to resolve conflicts, etc.... I allow myself some "slack" without feeling too guilty. I keep telling myself, "this too shall pass," and praise God, it always does! In case you are ever having one of "these" days too, I wanted to share with you a few things I try to do to make my day go a little smoother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, when I'm feeling "puny," it's usually because it's that "time of the month," or I have just totally overdone things the day before. I have learned that I need to listen to my body, and if I'm feeling tired I will actually take a (GASP) nap! Yes, &lt;strong&gt;we are allowed&lt;/strong&gt; to do that, ladies! I also make sure that I go to bed early so I can catch up on the rest my body is needing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing I do is I try to avoid sugar and caffeine. They will both make my body feel sluggish, as well as sometimes make me feel a little anxious. Goodness, who needs that? I really try to increase my water intake, too. I have a large plastic glass with a lid and straw that I fill with ice water. I leave it on my kitchen counter and make sure to take a few sips &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt; I walk by. I fill this glass numerous times during the day. Our bodies need that hydration to keep them working properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's another big thing ~ I turn off the T.V. Listening to the news anchors describe in vivid detail all about the bad economy, rising crime rates, and swine flu is a sure fire way to make me feel much worse. I have found that sometimes "quiet" is the most "pleasant noise" of all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SsTA7QHWlPI/AAAAAAAAFRs/QUJOlJov3KA/s1600-h/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also try, try, try to list in my head all the many blessings that Lord has bestowed upon me. Sometimes I will even write them down, because there is something about seeing it on paper that makes an even bigger impression. Shamefully, it is days like these that I sometimes forget how truly blessed I am. I am also a big believer in bible memorization. We all have those special bible verses that we love, the ones that talk about strength, endurance, and God's unfailing love. Memorize those verses so you can always have them on the "tip of your tongue" and "at the ready" when most needed. What a blessing it is to be reminded of God's wonderful promises and his unfailing love for us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I can't say this loud enough, "get out of the house and into the sunshine." You will be amazed at how much it can lift your spirits. I really, really didn't feel like it today, but I made myself get in the car and drive to Home Depot. Just the feeling of the bright sunshine in my face made me feel better. I also enjoyed looking at all the pretty plants adorned in the russet colors of the Fall season. I came across these pretty little pansies&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SsTA7QHWlPI/AAAAAAAAFRs/QUJOlJov3KA/s1600-h/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387643178412578034" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SsTA7QHWlPI/AAAAAAAAFRs/QUJOlJov3KA/s320/004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; with their smiling faces, and I couldn't help but smile myself! I bought them, and plan to plant them today. A little digging in the dirt, and the pulling of some weeds is also good for the soul, don't you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess the reason I wrote this post is I hope if can be a source of encouragement for you. We are all going to feel "down" sometimes simply because we are human. I don't want you to beat yourself up for feeling bad, instead I want to encourage you to seek ways that will aid you in feeling better. So, when you are feeling doomy, gloomy, and downright puny, please remember to pray, pray, pray, turn off that t.v., get some much needed rest, drink lots of water, watch what you eat, and maybe even plant some flowers;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29559473-5500317162293710692?l=home-place.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://home-place.blogspot.com/feeds/5500317162293710692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29559473&amp;postID=5500317162293710692' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29559473/posts/default/5500317162293710692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29559473/posts/default/5500317162293710692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://home-place.blogspot.com/2009/10/uh-oh.html' title=''/><author><name>Susan P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16123411088490778415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/175/3152/320/house1.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SsTA7QHWlPI/AAAAAAAAFRs/QUJOlJov3KA/s72-c/004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29559473.post-7497398265610741868</id><published>2009-09-28T14:03:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T17:57:59.922-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Homekeeping'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/Sr-pDZKtaLI/AAAAAAAAFRc/ixq8GvzlSkg/s1600-h/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386209555118909618" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/Sr-pDZKtaLI/AAAAAAAAFRc/ixq8GvzlSkg/s320/003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;Stocking Up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It's that time of year again! I went through the medicine cabinet and discarded all the expired items, then went to WalMart to replenish. Now, when those nasty colds and flu come to visit we will be ready!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Y'all won't believe this, but I wrote this post last night and just never got around to posting it. This morning I got a phone call from Miss Bonnie telling me they were cancelling class at her Nursing School because her teacher and several other students in her class have tested positive for the H1N1 virus (swine flu) They have to be really careful, because they don't want the student nurses infecting the already sick patients. Wow, talk about timing! Here's hoping that you and all of your dear families are feeling well and healthy.&lt;/strong&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/29559473-7497398265610741868?l=home-place.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://home-place.blogspot.com/feeds/7497398265610741868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29559473&amp;postID=7497398265610741868' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29559473/posts/default/7497398265610741868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29559473/posts/default/7497398265610741868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://home-place.blogspot.com/2009/09/stocking-up-its-that-time-of-year-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Susan P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16123411088490778415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/175/3152/320/house1.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/Sr-pDZKtaLI/AAAAAAAAFRc/ixq8GvzlSkg/s72-c/003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29559473.post-6051834634689095988</id><published>2009-09-25T20:18:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T23:08:03.391-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Simple Pleasures'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/Sr1mTI-x1dI/AAAAAAAAFRU/RW-ZE_xSifA/s1600-h/013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385573208419325394" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/Sr1mTI-x1dI/AAAAAAAAFRU/RW-ZE_xSifA/s320/013.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A Cozy Fall Weekend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Simple Pleasures&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We have rain in&lt;/span&gt; the forecast both days this weekend, so I am looking forward to snuggling up in my nice warm nest. The throws will come out, flickering candle light will brighten the rooms, books will be read, games will be played, bread will be baked, music will be heard, and most importantly, &lt;strong&gt;souls will be soothed&lt;/strong&gt;. Ah, pure bliss............&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/29559473-6051834634689095988?l=home-place.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://home-place.blogspot.com/feeds/6051834634689095988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29559473&amp;postID=6051834634689095988' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29559473/posts/default/6051834634689095988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29559473/posts/default/6051834634689095988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://home-place.blogspot.com/2009/09/cozy-fall-weekend-simple-pleasures-we.html' title=''/><author><name>Susan P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16123411088490778415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/175/3152/320/house1.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/Sr1mTI-x1dI/AAAAAAAAFRU/RW-ZE_xSifA/s72-c/013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29559473.post-8264811245020099560</id><published>2009-09-24T18:45:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T14:29:40.681-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;I Want To Bless Somebody Today!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;X LARGE Christopher &amp;amp; Banks Denim Harvest Shirt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/Srv4yhwditI/AAAAAAAAFQs/S_TJjFC-CUs/s1600-h/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385171326390340306" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/Srv4yhwditI/AAAAAAAAFQs/S_TJjFC-CUs/s320/004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So, here's the deal. Two years ago I bought this darling denim harvest shirt at one of my favorite stores, Christopher and Banks. When I bought it I knew it didn't fit, but I told myself all I needed to do is lose just a "few" pounds lol and it would fit just fine! HA! Please tell me ladies that some of you can relate;) So anyway,two years later it's still hanging in my closet. When I walked by it today I said to myself, "enough is enough, if I can't wear it I want to give it to somebody who can!" So, my loss (actually my lack of it;) is your gain! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/Srv549KproI/AAAAAAAAFRE/Jve-MaRyt6c/s1600-h/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385172536338787970" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/Srv549KproI/AAAAAAAAFRE/Jve-MaRyt6c/s320/008.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385172273598630882" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/Srv5pqYhC-I/AAAAAAAAFQ0/lc885Ya1epY/s320/005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/Srv5pqYhC-I/AAAAAAAAFQ0/lc885Ya1epY/s1600-h/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/Srv50RY8juI/AAAAAAAAFQ8/YtErN9iSN4A/s1600-h/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385172455868108514" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/Srv50RY8juI/AAAAAAAAFQ8/YtErN9iSN4A/s320/006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It is so well-made and the details are just wonderful. I don't know if it shows up on your screen, but the apples are actually darling little buttons!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Now, I have but ONE favor to ask. &lt;strong&gt;PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE&lt;/strong&gt; only say you want it if it's &lt;strong&gt;your size&lt;/strong&gt;!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I want the winner to be able to wear this shirt as soon as she receives it! After all, it's been hanging up in the closet too long already;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If it's your size (Extra Large) just leave a comment that you want it and if at the end of the time there are more than one of you, I will draw a name. I will leave it open until noon on Saturday. Good luck!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;And the winner of the shirt is Debbi!!!  Please contact me with your address so I can get it in the mail to you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;Tara, I wish I had two denim shirts:(  I feel so sad that you both couldn't win so I have a little something for you, too!!  Please email your info, as well.  Much love, Susan P.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29559473-8264811245020099560?l=home-place.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://home-place.blogspot.com/feeds/8264811245020099560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29559473&amp;postID=8264811245020099560' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29559473/posts/default/8264811245020099560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29559473/posts/default/8264811245020099560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://home-place.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-want-to-bless-somebody-today-x-large.html' title=''/><author><name>Susan P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16123411088490778415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/175/3152/320/house1.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/Srv4yhwditI/AAAAAAAAFQs/S_TJjFC-CUs/s72-c/004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29559473.post-4206463325254717787</id><published>2009-09-23T17:14:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T19:10:27.454-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Celebration tree'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Seasonal decorating (Fall)'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/Srq2D7uj0aI/AAAAAAAAFQk/V6hPLhrUU3o/s1600-h/018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384816483163689378" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/Srq2D7uj0aI/AAAAAAAAFQk/V6hPLhrUU3o/s320/018.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;Fall Entry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This is what greets our guests when they enter our home this autumn season. I just love dressing up this little tree every month (holiday). I have pictures of several different ones I've done in the past if you want to look in my archives. If you have a tree like this (you know, a small lit tree that you put on your porch at Christmas) I would encourage you to get it out and have some fun decorating it &lt;strong&gt;now&lt;/strong&gt;. It is such a simple and enjoyable way to usher in the beautiful Fall season.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/Srq1_ut--EI/AAAAAAAAFQc/R8yZsXoEYaE/s1600-h/016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384816410952136770" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/Srq1_ut--EI/AAAAAAAAFQc/R8yZsXoEYaE/s320/016.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Guess what? Everything on here, with the exception of the tree) I got from my local Dollar Tree store!!! They have absolutely gorgeous autumnal ribbon, leaf garland, pumpkins and gourds to choose from! I was there just today and noticed they also had all of their beautiful Christmas ribbon, etc.. out. If the budget allows, now would be the time to pick those up because they have such a beautiful array of Christmas items to choose from. Next pay period I have budgeted in a trip to pick up ribbons, wrapping paper, etc. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Remember, try to plan ahead, it will save you money and time in the long run!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;*For those of you who asked about the celebration plate in the last post, here's the info:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It's called the "&lt;strong&gt;Dress Me Up&lt;/strong&gt;" plate and it's made by &lt;strong&gt;Southern Living&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I got mine off of Ebay several years ago and absolutely love it! I just checked Ebay and they still have some for those that are interested. Here's the&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://shop.ebay.com/?_from=R40&amp;amp;_trksid=p3907.m38.l1313&amp;amp;_nkw=southern+living+dress+me+up+plate&amp;amp;_sacat=See-All-Categories"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;link&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29559473-4206463325254717787?l=home-place.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://home-place.blogspot.com/feeds/4206463325254717787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29559473&amp;postID=4206463325254717787' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29559473/posts/default/4206463325254717787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29559473/posts/default/4206463325254717787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://home-place.blogspot.com/2009/09/fall-entry-this-is-what-greets-our.html' title=''/><author><name>Susan P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16123411088490778415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/175/3152/320/house1.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/Srq2D7uj0aI/AAAAAAAAFQk/V6hPLhrUU3o/s72-c/018.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29559473.post-2888246360353124032</id><published>2009-09-22T19:19:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T19:40:24.246-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Silly Stuff'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;Oh, No ~ Not Another &lt;strong&gt;Pumpkin&lt;/strong&gt; Post!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;Part Two........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Okay, I know I promised, but this is an unusual circumstance... I took it upon myself to write Libby's last week about the disappearing pumpkin and I received an email from them today. &lt;strong&gt;Yes,&lt;/strong&gt; I wrote to them. &lt;strong&gt;No&lt;/strong&gt;, I'm not kidding. And &lt;strong&gt;Yes&lt;/strong&gt;, I take my pumpkin seriously!!! Here is their response:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Dear Susan P,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"I am sorry that you are having a difficult time finding Libby's Pumpkin. Due to unfavorable weather conditions last fall, some of the pumpkin did not meet our high quality standards. Therefore, our harvest was smaller than typical and you may have some difficulty finding Libby's Pumpkin.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We are in the process of harvesting our pumpkins and you will be able to find it in all sizes within the next few weeks.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We appreciate your interest and hope you will visit our website often for the latest information on our products and promotions."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sincerely,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tara Williams&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Consumer Response Representative&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;So, the great pumpkin mystery is now solved!!!!!!!!!!!!!!We can all go on about our lives again;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29559473-2888246360353124032?l=home-place.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://home-place.blogspot.com/feeds/2888246360353124032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29559473&amp;postID=2888246360353124032' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29559473/posts/default/2888246360353124032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29559473/posts/default/2888246360353124032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://home-place.blogspot.com/2009/09/oh-no-not-another-pumpkin-post-part-two.html' title=''/><author><name>Susan P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16123411088490778415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/175/3152/320/house1.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29559473.post-7420426871025930133</id><published>2009-09-22T09:40:00.013-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T10:35:26.076-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hospitality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Seasons in Virginia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Handmade With Love'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;Oh, No ~Not&lt;strong&gt; Another&lt;/strong&gt; Pumpkin Post!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;(I promise it's the last one;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;First of all let me say a big&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/Srjck3XItqI/AAAAAAAAFPs/94pOoR3tnuw/s1600-h/012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384295880415819426" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/Srjck3XItqI/AAAAAAAAFPs/94pOoR3tnuw/s320/012.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The calendar might say it's the first day of Fall, but the temps are saying otherwise! It's in the 80's here in Virginia, but that's okay, I'm still going to cozy up my nest so I can usher in the harvest season with open arms!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Now, about that pumpkin post. I&lt;strong&gt; promise&lt;/strong&gt; this will be the last one! I just wanted to share with y'all a cute way to say "Happy Fall" to friends and neighbors. This idea is as "cute as pie," (pun instended;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SrjfS6Ny4II/AAAAAAAAFQM/AeVe0W157nY/s1600-h/014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384298870479184002" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SrjfS6Ny4II/AAAAAAAAFQM/AeVe0W157nY/s320/014.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hopefully, you are having better luck at finding pumpkin than I was. If not, this idea isn't going to work for you. After you have made your pumpkin treat don't discard the can, instead rinse it out. *&lt;strong&gt;Next, take tape and completely cover the rim so that any jagged edges are covered&lt;/strong&gt;. We don't want any cut fingers, that's for sure! Now, wrap up your pumpkin goodies and place them inside container. Finish off by attaching ribbon, tag, and embellishments of your choice. What a perfect way to say Happy Fall to those you love!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SrjfPVgc6CI/AAAAAAAAFQE/JFyvFYJXB8I/s1600-h/013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384298809085716514" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SrjfPVgc6CI/AAAAAAAAFQE/JFyvFYJXB8I/s320/013.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm just now finishing up my Fall decorating so I will be back tomorrow to show a few pictures of my home all dressed up for the season!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Much love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Susan P.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Oh, and for those of you that asked about the recipe ~ I got it from one of my all-time favorite bloggers ~ Aunt Ruthie at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sugarpiefarmhouse.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sugar Pie Farmhouse&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;. If you have never visited you must go, because you are in for a wonderful treat! Go when you have some time, because once you start reading you won't be able to stop! Here's the link to the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sugarpiefarmhouse.com/warm-thanksgiving-blessings-to-you"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;recipe&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29559473-7420426871025930133?l=home-place.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://home-place.blogspot.com/feeds/7420426871025930133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29559473&amp;postID=7420426871025930133' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29559473/posts/default/7420426871025930133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29559473/posts/default/7420426871025930133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://home-place.blogspot.com/2009/09/oh-no-not-another-pumpkin-post-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Susan P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16123411088490778415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/175/3152/320/house1.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/Srjck3XItqI/AAAAAAAAFPs/94pOoR3tnuw/s72-c/012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29559473.post-634273077218149370</id><published>2009-09-21T19:30:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T19:39:16.838-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Seasons in Virginia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Recipes'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;My Son~My "Hero!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SrgM49_V6pI/AAAAAAAAFPU/Aurax1GKR5w/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384067527373875858" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SrgM49_V6pI/AAAAAAAAFPU/Aurax1GKR5w/s320/001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Just look at what my precious boy found for his Mama!  When he called and told me he found it I did the "happy" dance around the room:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SrgM9LAaT4I/AAAAAAAAFPc/QnS400MgShk/s1600-h/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384067599587495810" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SrgM9LAaT4I/AAAAAAAAFPc/QnS400MgShk/s320/002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I wish y'all could smell the aroma in my kitchen now ~ pumpkin crunch cake hot out of the oven.  It's now officially Autumn at our home place!  All is right with the world!!&lt;/span&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/29559473-634273077218149370?l=home-place.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://home-place.blogspot.com/feeds/634273077218149370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29559473&amp;postID=634273077218149370' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29559473/posts/default/634273077218149370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29559473/posts/default/634273077218149370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://home-place.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-sonmy-hero-just-look-at-what-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Susan P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16123411088490778415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/175/3152/320/house1.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SrgM49_V6pI/AAAAAAAAFPU/Aurax1GKR5w/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29559473.post-6140517141331380015</id><published>2009-09-19T22:27:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T10:47:52.468-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Silly Stuff'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SrZAfkjBI1I/AAAAAAAAFPM/yy6vWFM-0so/s1600-h/pumkinpie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 233px; HEIGHT: 175px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383561315698680658" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SrZAfkjBI1I/AAAAAAAAFPM/yy6vWFM-0so/s320/pumkinpie.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;Pumpkin, Pumpkin, Where Art Thou?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Oh my goodness, I can't believe it! For the last week or so I have been itching to get in the kitchen and do some baking. Autumn and baking just seem to go together, don't they? There is only one little problem, though. How am I going to make pumpkin bread, pumpkin bars, and pumpkin cookies without pumpkin??? Yep, that's right. There is absolutely NO &lt;strong&gt;LIBBY'S CANNED PUMPKIN&lt;/strong&gt; to be found in my city!!!! Can you believe it? I've been to 2 WalMarts, Kroger, Food Lion, and another local store. The label for the &lt;strong&gt;Libby's&lt;/strong&gt; canned pumpkin is there, but the shelves are completely bare! Boo, hoo..... Oh well, I guess either there is a great pumpkin shortage I didn't know about, or everybody in the city is busy baking pies:) Have y'all had this problem, too?&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/29559473-6140517141331380015?l=home-place.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://home-place.blogspot.com/feeds/6140517141331380015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29559473&amp;postID=6140517141331380015' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29559473/posts/default/6140517141331380015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29559473/posts/default/6140517141331380015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://home-place.blogspot.com/2009/09/pumpkin-pumpkin-where-art-thou-oh-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Susan P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16123411088490778415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/175/3152/320/house1.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SrZAfkjBI1I/AAAAAAAAFPM/yy6vWFM-0so/s72-c/pumkinpie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29559473.post-5869657823989731649</id><published>2009-09-13T23:34:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T22:24:12.827-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Handmade With Love'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;Name Pictures&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I get so much enjoyment out of making these! The little guy I made this for is a true miracle. He was born weighing only 2lbs. and has been in the NICU for several months. Praise God, he is now up to 4lbs. 1 oz, and he get's to come home this week. What a joyous homecoming that is going to be!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/Sq72S3XBOaI/AAAAAAAAFO0/Neo-s0nU1vI/s1600-h/038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381509408712898978" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/Sq72S3XBOaI/AAAAAAAAFO0/Neo-s0nU1vI/s320/038.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/Sq72Hl9RmCI/AAAAAAAAFOk/XrF7_6bHTCk/s1600-h/036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381509215062956066" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/Sq72Hl9RmCI/AAAAAAAAFOk/XrF7_6bHTCk/s320/036.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I went with the baseball theme because Ryan's Daddy is a BIG fan;)&lt;/span&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/29559473-5869657823989731649?l=home-place.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://home-place.blogspot.com/feeds/5869657823989731649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29559473&amp;postID=5869657823989731649' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29559473/posts/default/5869657823989731649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29559473/posts/default/5869657823989731649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://home-place.blogspot.com/2009/09/name-pictures-i-get-so-much-enjoyment.html' title=''/><author><name>Susan P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16123411088490778415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/175/3152/320/house1.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/Sq72S3XBOaI/AAAAAAAAFO0/Neo-s0nU1vI/s72-c/038.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29559473.post-4860440318793183130</id><published>2009-09-11T08:31:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T08:51:37.098-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And The Answer Is.................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;Bermuda!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Yep, Mr. P and I headed off last Friday to Baltimore, Maryland to catch a cruise to Bermuda! We have never been on a cruise, never even been out of the country before, so we were really, really excited for this adventure. Unfortunately, if you think you are going to be reading about romance in a tropical paradise, you won't be finding it here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day one&lt;/strong&gt;: When you are ready to board a cruise, you just don't give them your luggage and hop on ~ there are a million and one things you have to go through in order to board. The lines somewhat resemble getting on a popular ride at Disney. Well, we finally make it to the last station, and it's time to get our documentation out. I show them my identification and also my birth certificate and they give me my cruise card and say "happy sailing!" But, when Mr. P gets his out the woman takes one look at it and says it's not acceptable. What????????? Well, can you imagine ~ I thought I was going to hit the floor! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;With a frown on her face she says this birth certificate just won't do. Oh, no!!!!!!!!! She says she needs to go talk to the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;purser&lt;/span&gt;. After five agonizing minutes she comes back and says the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;purser&lt;/span&gt; is not there, so out of the goodness of her heart she's going to let him board! Thank you Lord that people have goodness in their hearts:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day two:&lt;/strong&gt; I awake the next morning to poor Mr. P moaning and groaning. Uh, oh, this is not good. The poor man was deathly seasick, I'm talking looking "green in the gills" kind of sea sick. In the 27 years of our marriage, he has only &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;vomited&lt;/span&gt; once ~ can I tell you he made up for it that day! So, this is where we spent the day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SquTKAJVwkI/AAAAAAAAFOE/t874ywmXIBE/s1600-h/Bermuda_2009+046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380555979871339074" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SquTKAJVwkI/AAAAAAAAFOE/t874ywmXIBE/s320/Bermuda_2009+046.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day three:&lt;/strong&gt; We reach Bermuda. Mr. P was feeling better and was finally getting his "sea" legs. Here's an interesting fact, though. Did y'all know that Bermuda celebrates Labor Day, too? Well, we sure didn't. Unlike the States where people are encouraged to shop and save money at the Labor Day sales, Bermuda basically shuts down so everybody can enjoy time with their families. Now, normally I would say that was a really good thing, but not on the one day we pick to visit! The view from the ship was beautiful, though:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SquUXV26bTI/AAAAAAAAFOM/Stg3h4LU0Lg/s1600-h/Bermuda_2009+053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380557308549557554" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SquUXV26bTI/AAAAAAAAFOM/Stg3h4LU0Lg/s320/Bermuda_2009+053.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day four&lt;/strong&gt;:  We leave Bermuda and are sailing home.  The captain comes on over the intercom and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;says&lt;/span&gt; jokingly, "I'm afraid Mother Nature is not going to be very nice to us on the voyage."  Again, I say, "uh, oh."  This time, not only was Mr. P sick, but every passenger on the ship was, as well (including me;)  We had gale force winds and 12 foot seas for the over 24 hours.  You couldn't even stand up for fear of falling.  So, there was Mr. P on one side of the bed moaning, and I was on the other side, groaning.  To put it in perspective, I don't think Disney even has a wild a ride as we had, and morning sickness was a piece of cake compared to this!  We didn't get to eat at the fancy dining room, we had yummy meals of saltine crackers!!!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day five:&lt;/strong&gt;  We arrive back home.  I never understood why people say they felt like kissing the ground, now I do!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lessons learned: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;1.What does true love really mean?  Yes, candy and flowers are nice, but having somebody hold a "throw-up" bucket for you, and put a cold cloth to your face really spells love to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;2.If we could make it through this, we can make it through anything!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;3.We both said that if we had to be miserable, we would rather be miserable with each other than anybody else!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;4.We will never, ever, never, ever, go on a cruise again:)&lt;/span&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/29559473-4860440318793183130?l=home-place.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://home-place.blogspot.com/feeds/4860440318793183130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29559473&amp;postID=4860440318793183130' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29559473/posts/default/4860440318793183130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29559473/posts/default/4860440318793183130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://home-place.blogspot.com/2009/09/and-answer-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Susan P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16123411088490778415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/175/3152/320/house1.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SquTKAJVwkI/AAAAAAAAFOE/t874ywmXIBE/s72-c/Bermuda_2009+046.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29559473.post-6888924498238153</id><published>2009-09-10T12:31:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T12:33:12.737-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Silly Stuff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;Riddle Me This:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;What do onions and shorts have in common?  Any guesses?  It's where Mr. P and I have been the last five days!  I'll be back tomorrow with the answer;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29559473-6888924498238153?l=home-place.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://home-place.blogspot.com/feeds/6888924498238153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29559473&amp;postID=6888924498238153' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29559473/posts/default/6888924498238153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29559473/posts/default/6888924498238153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://home-place.blogspot.com/2009/09/riddle-me-this-what-do-onions-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Susan P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16123411088490778415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/175/3152/320/house1.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29559473.post-6503032552013917218</id><published>2009-09-04T09:48:00.015-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T13:29:45.340-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Silly Stuff'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SqEc4poEgaI/AAAAAAAAFN8/cXaLBftk4BY/s1600-h/window.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377611189629256098" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SqEc4poEgaI/AAAAAAAAFN8/cXaLBftk4BY/s320/window.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;Mr P &amp;amp; I Can't See "Nose" To "Nose" On This&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;As I said the other day, I just love this time of year when I can open up the windows and let all the fresh air in and all the stale air out. But, what's a girl to do all those other months? Herein lies my conundrum. Conundrum,hmm, don't you love that word? lol Mr. P &amp;amp; I do not see "nose" to "nose" on this issue at all. No matter what I do to try to make the house smell nice, he doesn't like. Come on, fess up girls, y'all know what I'm talking about! If you don't, here are some examples:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SqEch79EBLI/AAAAAAAAFN0/p6bUJsUpUdA/s1600-h/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377610799412151474" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SqEch79EBLI/AAAAAAAAFN0/p6bUJsUpUdA/s320/004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I discovered this wonderful candle last year ~ it's made by Yankee and the frangrance is called Mulling Spices, it smells just like you are brewing a delicious batch of apple cider. However, almost as soon as I lit it Mr. P looked at me with furrowed brow and said, "what's that &lt;strong&gt;smell&lt;/strong&gt;?" Notice, he said &lt;strong&gt;smell&lt;/strong&gt;, not &lt;strong&gt;scent&lt;/strong&gt;. Y'all know the difference, right;) i.e. A skunk &lt;strong&gt;smells&lt;/strong&gt;, honeysuckle has a lovely &lt;strong&gt;scent&lt;/strong&gt;. A dirty diaper &lt;strong&gt;smells&lt;/strong&gt;, a rose bush has a sweet, delicate &lt;strong&gt;scent.&lt;/strong&gt; Hmm....not quite the reaction I was hoping for. Now, I'm quite sure if one of my girlfriends dropped by when it was burning I would get this reaction, "oh, I just love that fragrance, it smells just like Fall.! Makes me want to get out my decorations and bake something. Where did you get it? I must go and get one, too!!!!" Y'all totally get this, don't you girls? HA &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SqEbbqf6pCI/AAAAAAAAFNs/wapjxttcx_U/s1600-h/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377609592135656482" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SqEbbqf6pCI/AAAAAAAAFNs/wapjxttcx_U/s320/006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Okay, obviously candles aren't going to work, because he's like that with every one I burn. So, on to plan B. Yankee also makes some wonderful smelling plug-ins and I figured I'd put it behind the chair where Mr. P couldn't see it. I thought "surely, he won't notice this." WRONG!!!!! As soon as he opened the door that evening he said, "what's that &lt;strong&gt;smell." &lt;/strong&gt;Are you kidding me?? Who in the world doesn't like Butter cream??????? Ugh......................... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SqEbTQ090KI/AAAAAAAAFNk/RdO2sLLpnjU/s1600-h/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377609447805669538" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SqEbTQ090KI/AAAAAAAAFNk/RdO2sLLpnjU/s320/005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So, on to plan C. I do a little spray dance all around the room ~ ah, smells so good! I can fill my spirits lifting! Guess what? Febreze makes him cough............... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SqEbPwVK3dI/AAAAAAAAFNc/leV-dJm6chw/s1600-h/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377609387542765010" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SqEbPwVK3dI/AAAAAAAAFNc/leV-dJm6chw/s320/004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Potpourri? This darling bag of potpourri that smells like lavender fields and has the cutest little rosebuds you ever did see. I tried putting it into delicate little containers, you know, the cutesy kind we women love. Yep, you guessed it. It gives him a headache!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SqEbLkYRvyI/AAAAAAAAFNU/MgCSNzmfb-A/s1600-h/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377609315615096610" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SqEbLkYRvyI/AAAAAAAAFNU/MgCSNzmfb-A/s320/002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So, after giving up almost all hope I discovered a "new to me" thing on the market ~reeds with infused oils. Y'all know I redid my bathroom recently so I went and bought this darling little container to put the oil and reeds in. Now, I promise I'm not kidding y'all ~ that very evening Mr. P came home and went into the bathroom to see what I had done. He was very complimentary, but then gave me this strange look. He asked, "what in the world are those sticks in our bathroom for?" Uh, oh! I very innocently told him they were just for decoration (well, they are kinda, sorta;) He shrugs his shoulders and then goes into the study which is next to the powder room. Not two minutes have passed and I hear him calling, "what's that &lt;strong&gt;smell&lt;/strong&gt;?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Oh boy.................................. I give up! I guess I'll just go back to doing what I did before ~baking yummy things like pies, brownies, cakes and bread ~ he NEVER complained about that! On the bright side, I guess there's nothing wrong with our home smelling like chocolate chip cookies;)&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/29559473-6503032552013917218?l=home-place.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://home-place.blogspot.com/feeds/6503032552013917218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29559473&amp;postID=6503032552013917218' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29559473/posts/default/6503032552013917218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29559473/posts/default/6503032552013917218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://home-place.blogspot.com/2009/09/mr-p-i-cant-see-nose-to-nose-on-this-as.html' title=''/><author><name>Susan P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16123411088490778415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/175/3152/320/house1.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SqEc4poEgaI/AAAAAAAAFN8/cXaLBftk4BY/s72-c/window.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29559473.post-9149016617340662612</id><published>2009-09-03T12:03:00.012-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T12:38:48.238-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;Can You Spell&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/Sp_sRIvpIAI/AAAAAAAAFNM/X3pIbyxaSCI/s1600-h/free.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 94px; HEIGHT: 94px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377276259252903938" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/Sp_sRIvpIAI/AAAAAAAAFNM/X3pIbyxaSCI/s320/free.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; F R E E ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I know I sure can! Ladies, I just wanted to tell you that I know y'all probably dislike "junk" mail as much as I do. However, amidst all the "junk" are some rare gems! Take this for instance:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/Sp_pXZR28XI/AAAAAAAAFM8/-UDbR_mWuiw/s1600-h/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 247px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377273068235714930" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/Sp_pXZR28XI/AAAAAAAAFM8/-UDbR_mWuiw/s320/005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It says that I can go to Fashion Bug (on specified dates) and basically any regular priced item that is $9.99 or less I can get for free, minus tax! Now, that's a deal! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Several weeks ago I also received the same offer in the mail from Penneys. Their offer was even better because you could actually use it on clearance items. I ended up getting this darling cardigan (regular 35.00) for free!!!!!!!!! Yippee!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/Sp_qBSdjnvI/AAAAAAAAFNE/B-QEpMxTa3c/s1600-h/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377273787960237810" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/Sp_qBSdjnvI/AAAAAAAAFNE/B-QEpMxTa3c/s320/002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Also, speaking of free, here is another great deal. On &lt;a href="http://www.chick-fil-a.com/#home"&gt;Labor Day&lt;/a&gt; you and your family can each get a free Chick-Fil-A sandwich ~ all you have to do is wear an item of clothing with a sports logo on it! So, if you're not into doing hot dogs and hamburgers, or if it's raining, head on over. Why not? It's free!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&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/29559473-9149016617340662612?l=home-place.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://home-place.blogspot.com/feeds/9149016617340662612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29559473&amp;postID=9149016617340662612' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29559473/posts/default/9149016617340662612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29559473/posts/default/9149016617340662612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://home-place.blogspot.com/2009/09/can-you-spell-f-r-e-e-i-know-i-sure-can.html' title=''/><author><name>Susan P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16123411088490778415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/175/3152/320/house1.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/Sp_sRIvpIAI/AAAAAAAAFNM/X3pIbyxaSCI/s72-c/free.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29559473.post-7743466903862904109</id><published>2009-09-02T15:12:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T15:45:47.499-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Decorating'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;Taking A Walk On The Wild Side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This couldn't be Susan P's powder room, could it?  Believe it or not, it is!! Don't y'all fall over now:)  I know, I know, it's quite different from my usual decorating! Several years ago I never would have had my powder room decorated like this ~ things change, though, and I decided I really wanted to "spice" things up a bit!! Well, I think I accomplished that:)  Okay, you can pick yourself up off the floor now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/Sp7HeBPCoaI/AAAAAAAAFMk/IpF1rQEPe6E/s1600-h/016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376954323668476322" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/Sp7HeBPCoaI/AAAAAAAAFMk/IpF1rQEPe6E/s320/016.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/Sp7D8aE9t9I/AAAAAAAAFMc/gXDiGDxQW4g/s1600-h/012.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If you look closely you might notice there is a suede texture to the wall ~ a big thank you to my dear Miss Bonnie for working diligently on this project!! The color is absolutely beautiful, it's just not reading it correctly on camera.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/Sp7Hplj5wwI/AAAAAAAAFM0/EwLJHvVt0Hw/s1600-h/014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376954522398212866" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/Sp7Hplj5wwI/AAAAAAAAFM0/EwLJHvVt0Hw/s320/014.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/Sp7DzphWCWI/AAAAAAAAFMM/l7Vy6WoQfKg/s1600-h/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376950297213405538" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/Sp7DzphWCWI/AAAAAAAAFMM/l7Vy6WoQfKg/s320/002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/Sp7D3V89YXI/AAAAAAAAFMU/VVrhDTZuyZ0/s1600-h/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376950360679997810" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/Sp7D3V89YXI/AAAAAAAAFMU/VVrhDTZuyZ0/s320/004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Another thing I have noticed is that my tastes in colors are changing, too. I use to love only pastels, and now my eyes are drawn to chocolate browns, gold, and burgundy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/Sp7HjLPQKsI/AAAAAAAAFMs/0N61tT6ybjU/s1600-h/015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376954412253063874" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/Sp7HjLPQKsI/AAAAAAAAFMs/0N61tT6ybjU/s200/015.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Does this happen to y'all too? Have you found that your tastes seem to change with the years? If so, how? If you have been "hemming" and "hawing" about wanting to make a change but were afraid to, let me encourage to "just do it!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Who know's, you might even take a little walk on the "wild" side!!&lt;/span&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/29559473-7743466903862904109?l=home-place.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://home-place.blogspot.com/feeds/7743466903862904109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29559473&amp;postID=7743466903862904109' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29559473/posts/default/7743466903862904109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29559473/posts/default/7743466903862904109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://home-place.blogspot.com/2009/09/taking-walk-on-wild-side-this-couldnt.html' title=''/><author><name>Susan P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16123411088490778415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/175/3152/320/house1.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/Sp7HeBPCoaI/AAAAAAAAFMk/IpF1rQEPe6E/s72-c/016.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29559473.post-7499460058278093365</id><published>2009-09-01T09:49:00.013-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T10:12:09.079-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Seasons in Virginia'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/Sp0mxQSH6zI/AAAAAAAAFL0/_HwVZntbmlU/s1600-h/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376496157776669490" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/Sp0mxQSH6zI/AAAAAAAAFL0/_HwVZntbmlU/s320/002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;"Oh, What A Beautiful Morning!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I awoke this morning to the sound of bird song and bright blue skies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;The hot, humid air has been replaced with cool temperatures and a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;sweet gentle breeze. My heart is rejoicing because after three long &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;months I am finally able to open up the windows and invite the outside in.  Yes, indeed, it is a beautiful morning!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/Sp0qGQwgiVI/AAAAAAAAFME/7gXlHrG0E0U/s1600-h/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376499817216248146" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/Sp0qGQwgiVI/AAAAAAAAFME/7gXlHrG0E0U/s320/004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Happy September, dear friends!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29559473-7499460058278093365?l=home-place.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://home-place.blogspot.com/feeds/7499460058278093365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29559473&amp;postID=7499460058278093365' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29559473/posts/default/7499460058278093365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29559473/posts/default/7499460058278093365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://home-place.blogspot.com/2009/09/oh-what-beautiful-morning-i-awoke-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Susan P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16123411088490778415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/175/3152/320/house1.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/Sp0mxQSH6zI/AAAAAAAAFL0/_HwVZntbmlU/s72-c/002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29559473.post-7350052288039120512</id><published>2009-08-26T11:09:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T11:37:30.949-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Recipes'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;A "Hot" Tip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;A Hot Potato tip that is!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;One magical thing about life is that you are never too old to learn new things. Take the potato for instance. For all my married life I had been baking potatoes the same way ~ just like my Mother did. Wash them, wrap them in aluminum foil, and bake at a high temp. They turned out just "okay," but were always on the dry side. So, here comes the magic! I was watching a promo for Paula Deen one day and it said to stay tuned because she was going to show us how to make the perfect baked potato. Well, my ears perked up, and with pen and paper in hand I proceeded to watch her change the way I'll feel about baked potatoes forever!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;So easy, peasy. All you do is:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SpVRwEWelrI/AAAAAAAAFLE/20-rovGt7YA/s1600-h/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374291616580146866" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SpVRwEWelrI/AAAAAAAAFLE/20-rovGt7YA/s320/002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Gather ingredients which are the potatoes (duh;) olive oil, and sea salt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SpVR03oHngI/AAAAAAAAFLM/wPxjlYXYUmA/s1600-h/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374291699063823874" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SpVR03oHngI/AAAAAAAAFLM/wPxjlYXYUmA/s320/003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Scrub the potatoes and then rub them in the olive oil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SpVR6Xo2kJI/AAAAAAAAFLU/FnkfybsJ6zw/s1600-h/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374291793556181138" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SpVR6Xo2kJI/AAAAAAAAFLU/FnkfybsJ6zw/s320/006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Sprinkle sea salt all over the potato ( not table salt)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SpVR_kMVT3I/AAAAAAAAFLc/Rtw4Hznve3E/s1600-h/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374291882825568114" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SpVR_kMVT3I/AAAAAAAAFLc/Rtw4Hznve3E/s320/007.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Finally, &lt;strong&gt;poke one hole&lt;/strong&gt; in the center of the potato.Place &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;in a baking dish in a preheated 350 degree oven for one hour and voilla, you have a perfect baked potato! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Thanks for bringing a little magic into my day, Paula!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Please excuse the quality of the pictures~ it's not easy taking a picture with one hand while you have olive oil on the other:)&lt;/span&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/29559473-7350052288039120512?l=home-place.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://home-place.blogspot.com/feeds/7350052288039120512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29559473&amp;postID=7350052288039120512' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29559473/posts/default/7350052288039120512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29559473/posts/default/7350052288039120512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://home-place.blogspot.com/2009/08/hot-tip-hot-potato-tip-that-is-one.html' title=''/><author><name>Susan P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16123411088490778415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/175/3152/320/house1.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SpVRwEWelrI/AAAAAAAAFLE/20-rovGt7YA/s72-c/002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29559473.post-53591550799918575</id><published>2009-08-25T17:31:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T17:35:42.367-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Handmade With Love'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;I'm Playing!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Tassels, tassels, everywhere ~ Mr. P better watch out or I'll end up hanging one from his ear!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SpRYkeftN8I/AAAAAAAAFK8/s4GtdwqaAy0/s1600-h/011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374017639044429762" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SpRYkeftN8I/AAAAAAAAFK8/s4GtdwqaAy0/s320/011.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SpRYgaDkW-I/AAAAAAAAFK0/eUjt9T1T6tk/s1600-h/010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374017569133190114" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SpRYgaDkW-I/AAAAAAAAFK0/eUjt9T1T6tk/s320/010.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SpRYaH_QCYI/AAAAAAAAFKs/YXtizg0_fRo/s1600-h/013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374017461204027778" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SpRYaH_QCYI/AAAAAAAAFKs/YXtizg0_fRo/s320/013.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/29559473-53591550799918575?l=home-place.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://home-place.blogspot.com/feeds/53591550799918575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29559473&amp;postID=53591550799918575' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29559473/posts/default/53591550799918575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29559473/posts/default/53591550799918575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://home-place.blogspot.com/2009/08/im-playing-tassels-tassels-everywhere.html' title=''/><author><name>Susan P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16123411088490778415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/175/3152/320/house1.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SpRYkeftN8I/AAAAAAAAFK8/s4GtdwqaAy0/s72-c/011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29559473.post-2875720482539105679</id><published>2009-08-24T16:27:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T16:43:43.952-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Seasons in Virginia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby love'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SpL6zb6aPJI/AAAAAAAAFKk/aMSwsuKKh3U/s1600-h/IMG_2130.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373633066979441810" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SpL6zb6aPJI/AAAAAAAAFKk/aMSwsuKKh3U/s320/IMG_2130.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SpL6fKfNVXI/AAAAAAAAFKc/qbllP07aQAs/s1600-h/IMG_2151.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;Savoring Summer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Summer is quickly fading away ~ savor every last second you can!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29559473-2875720482539105679?l=home-place.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://home-place.blogspot.com/feeds/2875720482539105679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29559473&amp;postID=2875720482539105679' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29559473/posts/default/2875720482539105679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29559473/posts/default/2875720482539105679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://home-place.blogspot.com/2009/08/savoring-summer-summer-is-quickly.html' title=''/><author><name>Susan P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16123411088490778415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/175/3152/320/house1.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SpL6zb6aPJI/AAAAAAAAFKk/aMSwsuKKh3U/s72-c/IMG_2130.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29559473.post-4662166487069309746</id><published>2009-08-21T09:29:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T10:39:36.156-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Faith'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/So6vuASyb_I/AAAAAAAAFKU/r-cLeQ4Ttew/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 75px; HEIGHT: 85px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372424610387226610" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/So6vuASyb_I/AAAAAAAAFKU/r-cLeQ4Ttew/s320/images.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;Do You Have A Monkey, Too?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Do you have a monkey on your back? You know, something that just won't leave you, something you are constantly battling with, something that makes you feel defeated? Truth be told, if you're human, then most likely you do. Well, I have had a monkey on my back for years, and for years I've just been letting him just sit there. As a matter of fact, I felt so defeated that I figured he would be sitting there for the rest of my life, until......................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;For the last twenty years or so, if you would come to visit me, chances are pretty good that you'd find me with a diet Coke in my hand. The first thing in the morning, I mean the very first thing, I would go to the refrigerator and get one. I even had a little routine involved with it. I always had to use the same glass and I always had to drink it with a straw. Not just any kind of straw either, it had to be just the right kind, (cause don't y'all know it always tastes better with a straw;) Once I had taken a sip of the liquid gold, I felt like all was right with my world. Ahhh, how I loved my diet Coke. Throughout the course of my day I would repeat this process over and over and over. And heaven forbid, if on the rare occasion that I would run out of it I would be almost in a panic because I needed my "fix." I can't even begin to imagine the amount of money I have wasted buying it all these years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;What started out as something I thought I was using as a "tool" to help me lose weight quickly turned into a full blown-out addiction. Sure, I read the articles warning of the dangers. Sure, I knew ordering a Big Mac and a diet Coke wasn't really going to help me lose weight. Sure, I knew that drinking five or six diet Cokes a day probably wasn't too good for me. Another big thing I knew was that diet Coke can never replace the water that my body desperately needed. That's the funny thing about addictions. You see, my head knew all of this, but my body was saying something else. It got to the point I really didn't care about the dangers, I wanted my "fix" no matter what. Addictions are a terrible thing and they can really take over your life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Last month I felt like God was really convicting me in this area. At first, I pretended like he really wasn't saying anything to me. Why did I do this? Because I felt like it would be impossible to give it up, and I didn't want to. It was then that He made me realize that I wasn't trusting in Him enough to help me overcome this addiction. As a matter of fact, I was placing my so called "need" for the diet Coke, over my trust in Him. Well, when that reality hit me, it hit me really hard, let me tell you. I felt such a sense of shame because of my lack of faith. Hasn't He told me that I can do all things through Him? Why had I forgetten that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;That very next morning I woke up and with God's help I made it through the morning without one. Lunch time came and I made it through again. By the time my head hit the pillow that night, I had gone one whole day without it! Now, I'm not going to sit here and tell you that it was easy. In the beginning it was HARD. But, as hard as it was, I knew I had God on my side and that I could do it. After a few days it began to get easier and easier. Fast forward to one month later, and I still haven't had one!!!!!! You know what the funny thing is? I don't miss it one bit! As a matter of fact, I crave another drink now. You know what it is? Water!!!!!!!!!!!! Praise God!!!!!!!!!!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So, in closing, let me encourage you that if you have a monkey on your back, you CAN GET HIM OFF!!!!! Put your trust in God and he will be with you every step of the way. He will never fail you!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me." Philippians 4:13&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29559473-4662166487069309746?l=home-place.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://home-place.blogspot.com/feeds/4662166487069309746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29559473&amp;postID=4662166487069309746' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29559473/posts/default/4662166487069309746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29559473/posts/default/4662166487069309746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://home-place.blogspot.com/2009/08/do-you-have-monkey-too-do-you-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Susan P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16123411088490778415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/175/3152/320/house1.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/So6vuASyb_I/AAAAAAAAFKU/r-cLeQ4Ttew/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29559473.post-4372580045766809</id><published>2009-08-20T10:35:00.012-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T23:05:31.280-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/So1iNkxGp1I/AAAAAAAAFJ0/kSbpki6gQUs/s1600-h/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372057915870324562" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/So1iNkxGp1I/AAAAAAAAFJ0/kSbpki6gQUs/s320/003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;Hospitality In A Can&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I just adored my Aunt Doris. As a matter of fact, when she passed away last year I wrote a little tribute to her. I think one of the reasons I was so fond of her was because we both shared a love of cooking. As a very young girl I can remember her letting me help her in the kitchen and I loved every minute of it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Aunt Doris was a preacher's wife so she was accustomed to having unexpected visitors knocking on her door at all hours of the day and night! She often told me about the importance of hospitality ~ always making sure to be gracious and welcoming to everybody. She said one wonderful way to do this is by always having something yummy on hand to offer your guests to eat. She then proceeded to tell me about the importance of having a well-stocked pantry, not only for the benefit of your own family, but for others as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;One day (I was probably ten at the time), she said "I'm going to tell you one of my hospitality secrets!" Well, of course, I couldn't wait to hear it. She said along with the staples of flour, sugar, etc. she always, always made sure to have plenty of canned peaches on hand! Yes, I said peaches!! When company came to visit she would just go to her pantry and in just a few minutes she had a yummy cobbler for all her guests to enjoy. Here is the recipe she gave me:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/So2fjKulM3I/AAAAAAAAFJ8/XKyn3KNXbig/s1600-h/011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372125357046838130" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/So2fjKulM3I/AAAAAAAAFJ8/XKyn3KNXbig/s320/011.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Preheat oven to 350 and melt ONE stick of butter in a 3 quart baking dish. While you are waiting for the butter to melt all you have to do is mix together 1 1/2 cups &lt;strong&gt;SELF-RISING FLOUR&lt;/strong&gt;, 1 1/2 cups milk, and 1 cup sugar. Mix slowly to avoid the flour from lumping.Once the butter is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;melted take the dish with the melted butter out of the oven and pour the batter in it. This is the important part: &lt;strong&gt;DO&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;NOT &lt;/strong&gt;mix the batter in with the butter ~just pour it on top and leave it alone!!!! Then take one &lt;strong&gt;LARGE&lt;/strong&gt; can of peaches (the kind in heavy syrup) and "smush" them up and place them on top of the batter, as well as carefully pouring in the juice. It's going to look like a big mess and you're probably going to have the urge to take a spoon to it to "fix it up," but remember, &lt;strong&gt;DON'T&lt;/strong&gt; mess with it ~ in less than an hour you will have a delicous cobbler.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/So2fw72SzTI/AAAAAAAAFKE/zWtIQzWsE_E/s1600-h/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372125593570823474" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/So2fw72SzTI/AAAAAAAAFKE/zWtIQzWsE_E/s200/006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Also, if you like cinnamon (or even nutmeg)you can add a dash of that into the batter as well.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;In about 35 -40 min. you will have the most delicious peach cobbler you've ever tasted. Just let it set on the counter for a few minutes and then it's ready to serve.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/So2f8le9paI/AAAAAAAAFKM/m9WPYNmkt4Y/s1600-h/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372125793725818274" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/So2f8le9paI/AAAAAAAAFKM/m9WPYNmkt4Y/s200/007.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;My family loves it with vanilla ice cream, it is "oh, so good!!" Unfortunately, I don't have a picture of the finished cobbler, my family gobbled it up in about two seconds!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;One last thing ~ of course you can add ripe peaches (and extra sugar) instead of the canned ones. The canned peaches just represent the importance of planning ahead as well as the importance of hospitality. I can close my eyes right now and picture my Uncle Buddy chatting away with the company all the while Aunt Doris was humming in the kitchen while she busily whipped up this wonderful treat! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;As a side note, a few years ago I discovered that Paula Deen, somebody I also adore, also uses this same recipe. It tickles me to think that maybe she got the recipe from Aunt Doris, too!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Much love from,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Susan P. (who can take a simple peach cobbler recipe and turn it into a book;) Sorry, I know I'm wordy!!!!&lt;/span&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/29559473-4372580045766809?l=home-place.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://home-place.blogspot.com/feeds/4372580045766809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29559473&amp;postID=4372580045766809' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29559473/posts/default/4372580045766809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29559473/posts/default/4372580045766809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://home-place.blogspot.com/2009/08/hospitality-in-can-i-just-adored-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Susan P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16123411088490778415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/175/3152/320/house1.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/So1iNkxGp1I/AAAAAAAAFJ0/kSbpki6gQUs/s72-c/003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29559473.post-3907138554389662770</id><published>2009-08-19T15:42:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T16:00:43.665-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ponderings'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;Just Curious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I know I've been away from blogging for awhile, but since my return it seems like it's really changed a lot.  A lot of the people I would read regularly still have their blogs up, but they just aren't posting anymore, and some have left the blog world all together.  My question is:  have most people joined &lt;strong&gt;Facebook&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Twitter&lt;/strong&gt; now?  Is that their communication of choice? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I don't "tweet" or "twit," or whatever you call it ~ and frankly my life is not that interesting to be giving hourly updates on what I'm doing;)  Do people really care when I'm cooking dinner and doing laundry? Facefook has never appealed to me, either.  I think the reason I have always loved blogging is that it really gives me  a chance to know people on a very personal level and allows me to connect with people that have the same interests, values, etc.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So, have you noticed the same thing or is it just me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29559473-3907138554389662770?l=home-place.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://home-place.blogspot.com/feeds/3907138554389662770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29559473&amp;postID=3907138554389662770' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29559473/posts/default/3907138554389662770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29559473/posts/default/3907138554389662770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://home-place.blogspot.com/2009/08/just-curious-i-know-ive-been-away-from.html' title=''/><author><name>Susan P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16123411088490778415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/175/3152/320/house1.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29559473.post-5576088017111850846</id><published>2009-08-17T12:45:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T13:19:03.955-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Handmade With Love'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;Sweet Baby Shower Gift&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SomMwmG6m_I/AAAAAAAAFJs/c2LjXN9sNHY/s1600-h/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370978797107190770" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SomMwmG6m_I/AAAAAAAAFJs/c2LjXN9sNHY/s320/007.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I recently had the pleasure of attending a baby shower for my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;niece&lt;/span&gt;, Emily. I wanted to give her something personal so after finding out the baby's name and the color of the nursery, this is what I came up with:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SomMY5x6EzI/AAAAAAAAFJM/UvVI9pNCAXU/s1600-h/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370978390070924082" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SomMY5x6EzI/AAAAAAAAFJM/UvVI9pNCAXU/s320/004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;This is a picture I made that has her name, as well as the origin and meaning of it. (They have sites online that gives this info)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SomMeEsdyAI/AAAAAAAAFJU/3VrR1b_3Z0o/s1600-h/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370978478900234242" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SomMeEsdyAI/AAAAAAAAFJU/3VrR1b_3Z0o/s320/005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Photo Album~ you can never have too many of these, especially for your first child!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SomMiAAP4ZI/AAAAAAAAFJc/PXtu3FvKcXo/s1600-h/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370978546360508818" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SomMiAAP4ZI/AAAAAAAAFJc/PXtu3FvKcXo/s320/006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Side View of album&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;The wonderful thing about this gift is that it hardly cost anything!  The picture frame and album came from the dollar store and the paper and ribbon I already had on hand from another project.  I even had enough left over to make a matching gift bag! It just goes to show that you don't have to spend a small fortune to give a meaningful gift!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;*One of my other &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;nieces&lt;/span&gt; hosted the shower and she had so many cute ideas ~ she promised me she would send pictures so I could share them with you:)&lt;/span&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/29559473-5576088017111850846?l=home-place.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://home-place.blogspot.com/feeds/5576088017111850846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29559473&amp;postID=5576088017111850846' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29559473/posts/default/5576088017111850846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29559473/posts/default/5576088017111850846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://home-place.blogspot.com/2009/08/sweet-baby-shower-gift-i-recently-had.html' title=''/><author><name>Susan P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16123411088490778415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/175/3152/320/house1.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SomMwmG6m_I/AAAAAAAAFJs/c2LjXN9sNHY/s72-c/007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29559473.post-3189223209142619233</id><published>2009-08-12T23:05:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T23:27:35.560-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby love'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Swing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SoODUQSMF1I/AAAAAAAAFIk/LpxhJiMBzT4/s1600-h/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 318px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369279564747642706" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SoODUQSMF1I/AAAAAAAAFIk/LpxhJiMBzT4/s320/007.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How would you like to go up in a swing,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SoOFpLczfwI/AAAAAAAAFJE/ucMPAmSTJ8k/s1600-h/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 188px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369282123250499330" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SoOFpLczfwI/AAAAAAAAFJE/ucMPAmSTJ8k/s320/005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Up in the air so blue?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SoOEBotlTXI/AAAAAAAAFI0/CClrQ84xeLQ/s1600-h/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 227px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369280344399105394" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SoOEBotlTXI/AAAAAAAAFI0/CClrQ84xeLQ/s320/006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SoODcaj82eI/AAAAAAAAFIs/sgPtJ1-F_Ek/s1600-h/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh, I do think it's the pleasantest thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SoODEndNKXI/AAAAAAAAFIU/ttidb7g2hWA/s1600-h/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 177px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369279296089958770" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SoODEndNKXI/AAAAAAAAFIU/ttidb7g2hWA/s320/004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ever a child can do!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;by: Robert Louis Stevenson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(and Benjamin;)&lt;/span&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/29559473-3189223209142619233?l=home-place.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://home-place.blogspot.com/feeds/3189223209142619233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29559473&amp;postID=3189223209142619233' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29559473/posts/default/3189223209142619233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29559473/posts/default/3189223209142619233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://home-place.blogspot.com/2009/08/swing-how-would-you-like-to-go-up-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Susan P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16123411088490778415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/175/3152/320/house1.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SoODUQSMF1I/AAAAAAAAFIk/LpxhJiMBzT4/s72-c/007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29559473.post-7315583443999367243</id><published>2009-08-11T21:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T23:15:16.215-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fashion'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; Always Think &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Pink!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Y'all, I think I'm a "Pinkaholic!" Every&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt; time I reach inside my closet for something to wear, or look in the shoe rack for something to put on my feet, or even in my jewelry box, the color I most always pick is &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;pink&lt;/span&gt;! I guess I love the color so much because it's femine, as well as it looks good with my skin tone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Years ago I read the popular&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; book about seasonal dressing, and I found out I was a Summer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Colors that look best on me are the pastels, and they are also the colors I feel the most happy and confident wearing. Before I read the book I didn't really know what season I was, and it was funny because in the book it said you probably already know you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; season just by taking a look in your closet. It said that we are usually drawn to the colors that we feel the best in. Sure enough, what was in my closet? The pastels!!!!!! For example, what I wore today is in the picture below.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SnyoFXvaMnI/AAAAAAAAFHc/Cv93uk2Of_I/s1600-h/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SnyoQMXZsNI/AAAAAAAAFHs/pGNiUYHUYNY/s1600-h/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 125px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367349852069540050" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SnyoQMXZsNI/AAAAAAAAFHs/pGNiUYHUYNY/s320/004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SnyoAkCf9jI/AAAAAAAAFHU/TDZIl3yxhUo/s1600-h/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367349583546414642" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SnyoAkCf9jI/AAAAAAAAFHU/TDZIl3yxhUo/s320/005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/Snyn8ZWLTgI/AAAAAAAAFHM/VFtsnPJNB_g/s1600-h/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367349511956680194" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/Snyn8ZWLTgI/AAAAAAAAFHM/VFtsnPJNB_g/s320/009.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Why, I even had on pink lipstick!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SoInuFKd6eI/AAAAAAAAFIE/hRd1bWU_h_Y/s1600-h/51rnbayw-8L__BO2,204,203,200_PIsitb-sticker-arrow-click,TopRight,35,-76_AA240_SH20_OU01_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368897378392599010" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SoInuFKd6eI/AAAAAAAAFIE/hRd1bWU_h_Y/s320/51rnbayw-8L__BO2,204,203,200_PIsitb-sticker-arrow-click,TopRight,35,-76_AA240_SH20_OU01_.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Now to the point of the post. The book I was referring to was Color Me Beautiful by Carole Jackson. It is wonderful in helping you determine what color clothing, make-up,etc. you should be wearing to enhance your already beautiful self!!!!! I will say that the book was written quite a few years ago, so most of the fashion pictures are out of date, but the information on seasonal dressing is timeless. I don't have a need for this book anymore, so I would love to give it to one of you. Just leave me a comment if you'd like it. If there are more than one of you interested, I'll draw names. I'll announce the name on Friday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Much love to all you Summers, Falls, Winters, and Springs out there,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Susan P.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Edited to Add: Since Monica was the only one that expressed an interest in the book then she will be the one to receive it!!!!!!! Congratulations, Monica:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mrs. U, thanks for the compliment!!! I always buy my jewelry on sale ~ I can usually find great stuff at Kohls or Penneys. Oh, and to answer your other question from several posts back, the candle was from WalMart. It was very inexpensive and smells heavenly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Patty, I can tell you are a "Fall" with your beautiful skin tone and the color of your hair!! &lt;/span&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/29559473-7315583443999367243?l=home-place.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://home-place.blogspot.com/feeds/7315583443999367243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29559473&amp;postID=7315583443999367243' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29559473/posts/default/7315583443999367243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29559473/posts/default/7315583443999367243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://home-place.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-always-think-pink-yall-i-think-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Susan P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16123411088490778415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/175/3152/320/house1.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SnyoQMXZsNI/AAAAAAAAFHs/pGNiUYHUYNY/s72-c/004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29559473.post-7777263718158500530</id><published>2009-08-10T15:04:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T15:19:03.855-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Decorating'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SoBvanKTydI/AAAAAAAAFH0/q2jwKOb9mUo/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368413258805135826" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SoBvanKTydI/AAAAAAAAFH0/q2jwKOb9mUo/s320/001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;Sitting Pretty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Did you know that you can get coupons from some of your favorite stores online?  I sure didn't. Okay, are y'all laughing at me???  I honestly didn't know, I guess I'm probably the only one around who didn't!!!! I &lt;strong&gt;did&lt;/strong&gt; know about using coupon codes when you order online, but I didn't know you could also print coupons out and then take them to your favorite store. So, I  ended up using two 20 % off coupons from Kirklands. I have been looking for quite awhile to find the perfect pillow for my dining room chair and I think I have found it in this darling bow pillow!  I also love the monnogramed night light, it just makes me smile:)  They didn't have any P's left so I got an S for Susan instead.  Don't worry, Mr. P won't feel left out, he never notices that kind of stuff!!! lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SoBve-Ss8EI/AAAAAAAAFH8/XUHH0CwQWpc/s1600-h/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368413333733830722" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SoBve-Ss8EI/AAAAAAAAFH8/XUHH0CwQWpc/s320/002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Here's the link to the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://http//printable-coupons.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;coupon site.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;  I thought I'd share because I know we are all looking to stretch our dollar, especially these days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29559473-7777263718158500530?l=home-place.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://home-place.blogspot.com/feeds/7777263718158500530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29559473&amp;postID=7777263718158500530' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29559473/posts/default/7777263718158500530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29559473/posts/default/7777263718158500530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://home-place.blogspot.com/2009/08/sitting-pretty-did-you-know-that-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Susan P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16123411088490778415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/175/3152/320/house1.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SoBvanKTydI/AAAAAAAAFH0/q2jwKOb9mUo/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29559473.post-4311306111436307991</id><published>2009-08-08T13:01:00.015-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T14:14:48.536-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Faith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ponderings'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SnWfBoo2oeI/AAAAAAAAFBU/CApnassVSZU/s1600-h/P1CARAJJXWCA5QTPF3CAAN3H2VCA07B2P2CA1WUTVSCARFZIABCAPY138DCAXY6ZUKCAIRFNIBCAAIFIEUCAOT68RZCAGV0D61CA6P04PDCA3ZNVBYCALJXSF4CAONJ2QWCA19O830CA38I8XYCA9NLXZM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 98px; HEIGHT: 124px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365369381519270370" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SnWfBoo2oeI/AAAAAAAAFBU/CApnassVSZU/s320/P1CARAJJXWCA5QTPF3CAAN3H2VCA07B2P2CA1WUTVSCARFZIABCAPY138DCAXY6ZUKCAIRFNIBCAAIFIEUCAOT68RZCAGV0D61CA6P04PDCA3ZNVBYCALJXSF4CAONJ2QWCA19O830CA38I8XYCA9NLXZM.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;"You Never Know" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Something to Ponder&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Several years ago I had the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;privilege&lt;/span&gt; of going to Kentucky when my baby sister was having her first baby. My family lives in Lexington where the University of Kentucky is located. Being a college town you can always expect massive traffic delays any time there is a sporting event. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;On the way to the hospital to see my new &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;niece&lt;/span&gt; I got caught up in all the traffic. I was in the middle lane and I needed to be in the right lane in order to turn into the hospital parking lot. Even though my car blinkers were on, no one was letting me over (I guess they were going to be late for the game.) Finally, I opened up the passenger side window and got the attention of the lady next to me (that was in the right lane.) I asked her very politely if I could please get over because I needed to go to the hospital to see my sister. She took one look at me and with glaring eyes screamed, "&lt;strong&gt;Nooooo, I'm going to church!" &lt;/strong&gt;I can promise you that the graphic I used in no way comes close to the mean look she was giving me. Well, as you can imagine, I was quite taken aback, to say the least.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;That little incident made a big impression on me. And do you know what? The more I thought about it, the more convicted I became. It made me realize that &lt;strong&gt;every&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;time &lt;/strong&gt;I open my mouth to speak &lt;strong&gt;I have a&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;choice&lt;/strong&gt;. I can either choose to speak words that are kind or uplifting, or words that are unkind and uncaring. So now I ask myself, &lt;strong&gt;"what are people hearing when I speak?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I am also very aware now that people are watching my actions. I now ask myself, "do I treat people with kindness and respect? Am I always willing to lend a helping hand when needed? Do I show genuine concern for others?" On the flip side, am I impatient and short with others? Do I choose to walk away from a situation where I know I can be of help? &lt;strong&gt;What are my actions saying to&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;others?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;For me it all boils down to this: &lt;strong&gt;Do my actions and words make people want to know Jesus, or do they make them turn away?&lt;/strong&gt; Ouch.... Double Ouch..... Triple Ouch..... Talk about being convicted! Just something to ponder...................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29559473-4311306111436307991?l=home-place.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://home-place.blogspot.com/feeds/4311306111436307991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29559473&amp;postID=4311306111436307991' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29559473/posts/default/4311306111436307991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29559473/posts/default/4311306111436307991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://home-place.blogspot.com/2009/08/you-never-know-something-to-ponder.html' title=''/><author><name>Susan P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16123411088490778415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/175/3152/320/house1.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SnWfBoo2oeI/AAAAAAAAFBU/CApnassVSZU/s72-c/P1CARAJJXWCA5QTPF3CAAN3H2VCA07B2P2CA1WUTVSCARFZIABCAPY138DCAXY6ZUKCAIRFNIBCAAIFIEUCAOT68RZCAGV0D61CA6P04PDCA3ZNVBYCALJXSF4CAONJ2QWCA19O830CA38I8XYCA9NLXZM.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29559473.post-184236761546508073</id><published>2009-08-06T18:12:00.013-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T20:13:16.295-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Simple Pleasures'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;The Gift Of A Rainy Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I awoke this morning to gentle raindrops pattering against my window pane, and I smiled because I knew it was going to be "one of those days." I believe every so often God brings us  one of these days as a reminder to take a big deep breath and slow down a bit. Although I do love summer, sometimes it's nice to take a break from the heat and busyness that comes with it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;The sunlight that usually streams through my window was absent, so I thought what a perfect time it would be to light some candles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SntWkdWWAmI/AAAAAAAAFGM/jyecoGdWavo/s1600-h/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366978565295702626" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SntWkdWWAmI/AAAAAAAAFGM/jyecoGdWavo/s320/006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SntWpU5-5lI/AAAAAAAAFGU/BthkH9ifq2g/s1600-h/012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366978648928609874" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SntWpU5-5lI/AAAAAAAAFGU/BthkH9ifq2g/s320/012.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I just love how my home looks with the beautiful candlelight flickering, most especially on a rainy or dark, cold winter day. It gives me such a warm, cozy feeling and makes me so glad that I have a "place called home!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SntYH-ZL8aI/AAAAAAAAFGc/RGmOfWaI7w0/s1600-h/012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366980274973045154" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SntYH-ZL8aI/AAAAAAAAFGc/RGmOfWaI7w0/s320/012.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Rainy days will almost always find me in the kitchen doing a little baking. I baked these cookies today, and they smelled and tasted &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;delicious&lt;/span&gt;. Mr. P said that the house smelled so good when he arrived home. I just love that!  It makes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;my heart smile:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/Sntaks7VebI/AAAAAAAAFGk/mKXX6WoftPY/s1600-h/013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366982967523899826" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/Sntaks7VebI/AAAAAAAAFGk/mKXX6WoftPY/s320/013.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I also sat down and a wrote a few notes to dear friends. I used the darling "S" note cards my friend gave me for my birthday. I looked on the back of the note cards and do you know what the company is called that makes them? Chic Chat!! How cute is that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SntroAyqRxI/AAAAAAAAFHE/W1xAhLx5MqY/s1600-h/017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367001716093503250" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SntroAyqRxI/AAAAAAAAFHE/W1xAhLx5MqY/s320/017.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I also took the time to peruse some of my beloved Victoria magazines (love the blue and yellow cover)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SntqlixurhI/AAAAAAAAFG0/vQrNhtY_jg8/s1600-h/015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367000574165167634" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SntqlixurhI/AAAAAAAAFG0/vQrNhtY_jg8/s320/015.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And had a nice cup of hot tea with Emilie Barnes!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SntqgrYHBSI/AAAAAAAAFGs/ymHEEc4KTEs/s1600-h/016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367000490574284066" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SntqgrYHBSI/AAAAAAAAFGs/ymHEEc4KTEs/s320/016.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Finally, if Miss Bonnie were here she might tell you that I even took a cat nap! Who? Me? I think she's mistaken, see, the bed is made;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Ah, thank you Lord for this beautiful rainy day.  I guess it's good that they don't come around too often, or I'd probably never get anything done!&lt;/span&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/29559473-184236761546508073?l=home-place.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://home-place.blogspot.com/feeds/184236761546508073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29559473&amp;postID=184236761546508073' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29559473/posts/default/184236761546508073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29559473/posts/default/184236761546508073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://home-place.blogspot.com/2009/08/gift-of-rainy-day-i-awoke-this-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>Susan P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16123411088490778415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/175/3152/320/house1.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SntWkdWWAmI/AAAAAAAAFGM/jyecoGdWavo/s72-c/006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29559473.post-3425086262271602715</id><published>2009-08-05T22:41:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T23:41:36.386-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ponderings'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SnpDB9N-9xI/AAAAAAAAFGE/3Tmtxn-oYgE/s1600-h/home+alone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 118px; HEIGHT: 110px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366675606857512722" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SnpDB9N-9xI/AAAAAAAAFGE/3Tmtxn-oYgE/s400/home+alone.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;I Am Shocked, Beyond Shocked, I'll Tell You......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Tonight while turning the channels to watch the news I landed on a show that made me so sick to my stomach I just had to jump on here and write about it (therapy, I guess.) Anyway, the show was called &lt;strong&gt;Toddlers &amp;amp; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Tiara's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, something I had never seen, nor will &lt;strong&gt;never, ever &lt;/strong&gt;see again. It is a behind the scenes look of beauty pageants for &lt;strong&gt;little ,itty bitty,&lt;/strong&gt; girls. I was absolutely disgusted by this show and am completely dumbfounded as to why anybody would ever put their child in something like it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Have you ever heard of flippers? I hadn't. Well, if you haven't, let me enlighten you. They are fake teeth that the girls wear to get that so-called "perfect" smile. They also wear "ginormous" wigs, have fake nails, spray tans, professional make-up, and dresses that cost &lt;strong&gt;thousands of&lt;/strong&gt; dollars. Yes, I said &lt;strong&gt;thousands.&lt;/strong&gt; The biggest shocker ~ these girls are, for the most part, only in the age range of two to seven. Have you ever?????? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;What are these parents thinking? These "girls" didn't even look real, more like made-up plastic dolls ~ it was as if Barbie had come to life, only she was "toddler" Barbie! It was actually really "creepy" in a way. I promise I am not kidding you when I say I was sick to my stomach, because I was. I just couldn't believe what I was seeing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;The most horrible thing in this whole situation is the messages these girls are receiving about what beauty is. I wanted so badly to reach into that tv screen and scrub that make-up off those babies that I could barely contain myself. I wanted to tell them they were beautiful just the way they were, and more importantly, they were precious in Jesus' sight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;After seeing the show I kind of got the impression that in a lot of the cases it was all for the Mom's ego and had nothing to do with the child. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Oh, how it grieves me to see parents doing this to their children. We already have tv shows and magazine ads depicting skinny, air brushed models, and as a result we have a generation of beautiful young girls who have eating disorders and low self esteem. Now we have this and it is sending the &lt;strong&gt;same wrong messages&lt;/strong&gt; to even two year old's, no less. Oh, my heavens, if you thought I was worked up about Hallmark, that is NOTHING compared to how I feel about this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Please excuse me for ranting. If you've read me long enough, you know for the most part I like to be upbeat and positive, but sometimes something will come along that has me scratching my head in disbelief, and just really gets my "dander" up. To make up for it I promise in my next post I will have lots of pretty pictures!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*I guess I should say if you are a fan of the show I don't mean to offend you, and I'm sorry if I have made you upset, &lt;strong&gt;BUT,&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;.....&lt;/strong&gt;sometimes a girl's just gotta do what a girl's gotta do and this is one of those times!! &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/29559473-3425086262271602715?l=home-place.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://home-place.blogspot.com/feeds/3425086262271602715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29559473&amp;postID=3425086262271602715' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29559473/posts/default/3425086262271602715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29559473/posts/default/3425086262271602715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://home-place.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-am-shocked-beyond-shocked-ill-tell.html' title=''/><author><name>Susan P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16123411088490778415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/175/3152/320/house1.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SnpDB9N-9xI/AAAAAAAAFGE/3Tmtxn-oYgE/s72-c/home+alone.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29559473.post-367958202270366984</id><published>2009-08-02T22:06:00.033-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T12:19:36.534-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Simple Pleasures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beautiful blooms'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SnZSvrEGZPI/AAAAAAAAFD8/sfWlFoX9IZU/s1600-h/019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365566985025774834" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SnZSvrEGZPI/AAAAAAAAFD8/sfWlFoX9IZU/s320/019.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;My Secret Garden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;After reading the book, The Secret Garden, it was always my girlhood wish that one day I would have one of my very own. It fills my heart with joy that now I can say I do! Won't you come for a visit?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SndyRoSXvGI/AAAAAAAAFEU/PouFWJuEyiE/s1600-h/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365883128233049186" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SndyRoSXvGI/AAAAAAAAFEU/PouFWJuEyiE/s320/007.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SnZSqd44SSI/AAAAAAAAFD0/BrJHZrl1NyA/s1600-h/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365566895589706018" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SnZSqd44SSI/AAAAAAAAFD0/BrJHZrl1NyA/s320/007.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Enter through the arbor. If you look closely to the right you might spy a little fairy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SnZHh7ej9AI/AAAAAAAAFBs/TbPL_y3AyIg/s1600-h/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365554654285657090" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SnZHh7ej9AI/AAAAAAAAFBs/TbPL_y3AyIg/s320/006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Yes, here she is and look what she is holding. Why, it's a key to the garden!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SnZHrVBh2pI/AAAAAAAAFB0/dWZDigPGRBM/s1600-h/020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 274px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365554815762029202" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SnZHrVBh2pI/AAAAAAAAFB0/dWZDigPGRBM/s320/020.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Now that you have the key you follow the path and you will see ..............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SnZIqLefy0I/AAAAAAAAFC8/4yJqyHVmCpE/s1600-h/013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365555895530933058" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SnZIqLefy0I/AAAAAAAAFC8/4yJqyHVmCpE/s320/013.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;that butterflies are welcome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/Snd0R4e0YmI/AAAAAAAAFEk/rEHjupFwGis/s1600-h/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365885331603481186" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/Snd0R4e0YmI/AAAAAAAAFEk/rEHjupFwGis/s320/008.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;and so are ladybugs! Of course they would be,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;they represent good luck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SnZMe6nQIxI/AAAAAAAAFDk/z7R70VO6C8Q/s1600-h/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 295px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365560100072203026" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SnZMe6nQIxI/AAAAAAAAFDk/z7R70VO6C8Q/s320/009.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Stately trees stand at attention&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/Sndx9SASiAI/AAAAAAAAFEE/LbrQqH2TMvc/s1600-h/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365882778654246914" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/Sndx9SASiAI/AAAAAAAAFEE/LbrQqH2TMvc/s320/009.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And hummingbirds visit to partake of some refreshing nectar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SnZIgouVrJI/AAAAAAAAFC0/SJZHP3H2Te0/s1600-h/010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 272px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365555731583315090" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SnZIgouVrJI/AAAAAAAAFC0/SJZHP3H2Te0/s320/010.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SnZIdISy3II/AAAAAAAAFCs/36L8wSFn0jA/s1600-h/011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365555671338245250" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SnZIdISy3II/AAAAAAAAFCs/36L8wSFn0jA/s320/011.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Along the path you will see my Grammy's old wash tub and oil can&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SndyJZUcU2I/AAAAAAAAFEM/mABPD39p-7Y/s1600-h/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365882986776253282" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SndyJZUcU2I/AAAAAAAAFEM/mABPD39p-7Y/s320/005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And you can hear the trickling fountain beckoning birds to come for a drink&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SnZIENYTSiI/AAAAAAAAFCM/jr6mMNXpJ98/s1600-h/017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365555243206789666" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SnZIENYTSiI/AAAAAAAAFCM/jr6mMNXpJ98/s320/017.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;At the end of the path you will see this serene pond ~ if you look closely you can even see fish swimming!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SnZHxec7cnI/AAAAAAAAFB8/X0AaEUGGl4Q/s1600-h/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365554921372086898" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SnZHxec7cnI/AAAAAAAAFB8/X0AaEUGGl4Q/s320/003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Flowers blooming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SnZIY0a_orI/AAAAAAAAFCk/z1dT9igyHJk/s1600-h/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365555597284450994" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SnZIY0a_orI/AAAAAAAAFCk/z1dT9igyHJk/s320/004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SnZIKwVnzvI/AAAAAAAAFCU/f4UM0YIzA8E/s1600-h/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365555355670007538" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SnZIKwVnzvI/AAAAAAAAFCU/f4UM0YIzA8E/s320/005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Little jug boy from my Grammy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SnZIyvrJXvI/AAAAAAAAFDE/OrCHdp0WNYw/s1600-h/018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 195px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365556042686619378" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SnZIyvrJXvI/AAAAAAAAFDE/OrCHdp0WNYw/s320/018.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And of course you need a good place to sit and enjoy it all! It's even more special when you have somebody special to enjoy it with;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SnZOrDRdNZI/AAAAAAAAFDs/YxfSX1MUeUA/s1600-h/pond+005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365562507578389906" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SnZOrDRdNZI/AAAAAAAAFDs/YxfSX1MUeUA/s320/pond+005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And at night when the whole garden goes to sleep, the fairies come out from under their toadstools and dance around the fountain! How do I know? I saw them!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This post is dedicated to my dear Mr. P and my two wonderful children because they made my childhood dream become a reality!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29559473-367958202270366984?l=home-place.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://home-place.blogspot.com/feeds/367958202270366984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29559473&amp;postID=367958202270366984' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29559473/posts/default/367958202270366984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29559473/posts/default/367958202270366984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://home-place.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-secret-garden-after-reading-book.html' title=''/><author><name>Susan P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16123411088490778415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/175/3152/320/house1.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SnZSvrEGZPI/AAAAAAAAFD8/sfWlFoX9IZU/s72-c/019.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29559473.post-6528136862294962516</id><published>2009-08-01T13:21:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T23:21:58.171-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Silly Stuff'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"Nana" 911&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After raising two children of my own when it came time to taking care of my grandson, Benjamin, it was kind of like riding a bike ~ all the basics came back to me pretty quickly and I was on my way. However, in certain cases this has proven not to be true. Case in point, children's clothing. What in the world is up with all the snaps, buttons, and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Velcro&lt;/span&gt;? My heavens, by the time I get him dressed he's ready to be changed again! Especially not an easy task when he is squirming to get away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now to the point of my post. What has proven to be my "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;nemesis&lt;/span&gt;" are baby hats. I almost break into a sweat thinking about them. Here's my story: A couple of months ago it was a beautiful day and I decided it was a perfect day to take Benjamin for a ride in the stroller. There was a bit of a breeze so I thought, of course, he needs a hat. Well, I reach into the diaper bag and out comes this darling little green hat. The only thing was it had so many flaps and "doodads" on it that for the life of me I couldn't figure out how to put it on his sweet little head. Feeling a little old and overwhelmed I called in my faithful reserve, Miss Bonnie. Well, she doesn't have any experience with babies and so she was about as lost as I was. We must have spent over ten minutes trying every which way to put it on this poor child's head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now to appreciate this story I must tell you that Benjamin has been blessed with a most joyful personality. He is such an easy- going, happy baby. But, by the time I finished with the hat this is what he looked like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SnR7Ftm_6zI/AAAAAAAAFA8/Br3DQ0N9fyI/s1600-h/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365048394177833778" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SnR7Ftm_6zI/AAAAAAAAFA8/Br3DQ0N9fyI/s320/002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notice that poor, pitiful face...... He was a great sport, though, and put up with all of his Nana's nonsense. Although you can really tell by his furrowed brow he was not happy! I think he must have been thinking, "Oh, Nana, boy, you have a lot to learn!" Miss Bonnie and I got so tickled we couldn't stop laughing. We both said that he looks like he was wearing a bonnet and could be a character on Little House on the Prairie!!!! We did go ahead with our walk but in the back of my mind I was hoping we wouldn't run into anybody I knew. I think poor Benjamin was thinking the same thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SnR_cv5GjYI/AAAAAAAAFBM/8sjkxCLyQ5k/s1600-h/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365053187974139266" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SnR_cv5GjYI/AAAAAAAAFBM/8sjkxCLyQ5k/s320/004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, this is how the hat was supposed to be worn. My 25 year old son put it on him. Nuff said:) I guess I better get that bike out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29559473-6528136862294962516?l=home-place.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://home-place.blogspot.com/feeds/6528136862294962516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29559473&amp;postID=6528136862294962516' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29559473/posts/default/6528136862294962516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29559473/posts/default/6528136862294962516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://home-place.blogspot.com/2009/08/nana-911-after-raising-two-children-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Susan P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16123411088490778415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/175/3152/320/house1.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SnR7Ftm_6zI/AAAAAAAAFA8/Br3DQ0N9fyI/s72-c/002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29559473.post-8758048577644326463</id><published>2009-07-31T13:02:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T13:23:12.490-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Simple Pleasures'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SnDKvTykTOI/AAAAAAAAE_8/yJnzNIxke7Q/s1600-h/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364010070313290978" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SnDKvTykTOI/AAAAAAAAE_8/yJnzNIxke7Q/s320/009.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Simple Pleasures&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Isn't it wonderful how a pretty new nail polish can brighten up a girl's day?!!!! So, what are you waiting for? This weekend why don't you kick off those shoes and put on a brand new shade (something you've never tried before;) and see if that doesn't put a smile on your face! Isn't it fun being a girl?!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29559473-8758048577644326463?l=home-place.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://home-place.blogspot.com/feeds/8758048577644326463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29559473&amp;postID=8758048577644326463' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29559473/posts/default/8758048577644326463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29559473/posts/default/8758048577644326463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://home-place.blogspot.com/2009/07/simple-pleasures-isnt-it-wonderful-how.html' title=''/><author><name>Susan P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16123411088490778415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/175/3152/320/house1.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SnDKvTykTOI/AAAAAAAAE_8/yJnzNIxke7Q/s72-c/009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29559473.post-7954739281918639255</id><published>2009-07-31T13:01:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T13:22:27.214-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ponderings'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SnDJJsxxMzI/AAAAAAAAE_0/N6CHma5Rp3w/s1600-h/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364008324674171698" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SnDJJsxxMzI/AAAAAAAAE_0/N6CHma5Rp3w/s320/008.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Pretty Little 'Maters . . . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;standing in a row! Don't you just love the vibrant colors of summer? What a gift the Lord has given us, not only are the summer fruits and vegetables delicious, they are also a delight to the eye! I love that! Okay, I'm off to get the mayo and white bread because there is some feasting to be done:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29559473-7954739281918639255?l=home-place.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://home-place.blogspot.com/feeds/7954739281918639255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29559473&amp;postID=7954739281918639255' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29559473/posts/default/7954739281918639255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29559473/posts/default/7954739281918639255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://home-place.blogspot.com/2009/07/pretty-little-maters.html' title=''/><author><name>Susan P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16123411088490778415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/175/3152/320/house1.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SnDJJsxxMzI/AAAAAAAAE_0/N6CHma5Rp3w/s72-c/008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29559473.post-1121562135912517488</id><published>2009-07-30T11:27:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T12:07:29.946-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Faith'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SnG8UgsuqDI/AAAAAAAAFAM/QLuyLK2YvO8/s1600-h/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SnG8HjmkBXI/AAAAAAAAFAE/vv4VTqKCq-8/s1600-h/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364275469177062770" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SnG8HjmkBXI/AAAAAAAAFAE/vv4VTqKCq-8/s320/006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;These Feet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;These precious, chubby, dimply baby feet. So new, yet so filled with promise! I often wonder where these tiny feet will take this sweet baby boy? What an incredible responsibility and amazing blessing we have as his family to guide these little feet toward Jesus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Will these feet ever stumble? Yes. Will these feet sometimes go in the wrong direction? Yes. Will these feet ever get bruised and battered? Yes. Why? Because these feet belong to a human being and as we know, human beings are not perfect. But wait! The good news is that through much prayer and guidance these feet can once again get on right path. How comforting it is to know that God's grace is new every day! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;As his Nana I can't wait to see all the wonderful places these precious little feet are going to take him!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Train up a child in the way he should go, even when he is old he will not part from it."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Proverbs 22:6&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&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/29559473-1121562135912517488?l=home-place.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://home-place.blogspot.com/feeds/1121562135912517488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29559473&amp;postID=1121562135912517488' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29559473/posts/default/1121562135912517488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29559473/posts/default/1121562135912517488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://home-place.blogspot.com/2009/07/these-feet-these-precious-chubby-dimply.html' title=''/><author><name>Susan P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16123411088490778415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/175/3152/320/house1.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SnG8HjmkBXI/AAAAAAAAFAE/vv4VTqKCq-8/s72-c/006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29559473.post-8920996863159069877</id><published>2009-07-29T13:01:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T20:18:48.222-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SaxrFhzzcQI/AAAAAAAAE94/EX3OeHo54Vg/s1600-h/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308735803482140930" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SaxrFhzzcQI/AAAAAAAAE94/EX3OeHo54Vg/s320/002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I Just Couldn't Do It............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When it came time to press the key, I just couldn't do it. Believe me when I say that nobody is more surprised than I am. Just as I was reaching for the delete button, I started feeling that if I pressed it, it would be like I was "deleting" a little bit of myself. A flood of emotion overtook me as I started to think about all the memories that have been recorded in this little blog, and most especially, all the many treasured friendships that have been made because of it. How in the world could I say good-bye to all of that? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I first started blogging it wasn't nearly as popular as it is now. Very quickly I connected with dear kindred spirits, and that connection brought me great joy. I absolutely loved that I was able to share my heart through the written word, and was so happy and surprised that anybody would even care to read what I had written! As I continued to blog I still got immense pleasure out of posting and commenting on other blogs, but something was happening in the blog world that I felt like I couldn't, and didn't want to, keep up with. Sadly, for me, the dear, sweet &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;simplicity&lt;/span&gt; of blogging was gone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I looked around, blogging seemed to have taken on a whole new life of it's own. Followings, stats, awards, etc...... My head started spinning and I wondered," how in the world can I keep up with all of this?" The answer became very clear to me. Number one, I couldn't. Number two, I didn't want to. So, quite simply, I had a decision to make, and you know what it was. However, during my blogging break, it became very &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;apparent&lt;/span&gt; to me that I was giving up the very thing that I loved. Plain and simple, I love to write! I love to share my heart, as well as my life with you. So, even though I won't be "keeping" up with all of the new things in the blog world, I will continue to do what I love! For those of you who still want to read what I have to say, I thank you from the bottom of my heart!&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;Much love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Susan P.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Edited To Add:  Golly, y'all sure know how to make a girl feel loved!!!!  Thank you so much for welcoming me back to the blog world with open arms and loving hearts!  I have missed y'all so, and thanks to your warm welcome it is starting to feel like I never even left!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/29559473-8920996863159069877?l=home-place.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://home-place.blogspot.com/feeds/8920996863159069877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29559473&amp;postID=8920996863159069877' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29559473/posts/default/8920996863159069877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29559473/posts/default/8920996863159069877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://home-place.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-just-couldnt-do-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Susan P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16123411088490778415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/175/3152/320/house1.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SaxrFhzzcQI/AAAAAAAAE94/EX3OeHo54Vg/s72-c/002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29559473.post-9116487293749600717</id><published>2009-02-24T12:22:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T12:37:48.820-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SaQrWl-puzI/AAAAAAAAE9o/p5df9-nMHfw/s1600-h/bouquetf11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306413928101296946" style="WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 74px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SaQrWl-puzI/AAAAAAAAE9o/p5df9-nMHfw/s400/bouquetf11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The Life Of A Blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In the blog world we see blogs come and go. Some blogs touch our hearts in a special way, and we feel a warm and loving connection with the writer. Other blogs offer wonderful decorating advice, and still others give us a nice chuckle to brighten our day. We rejoice with our blog friends during times of joy, and we shed tears and pray for them in times of sorrow.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I feel so incredibly blessed to have been a part of this wonderful community and I will cherish the wonderful friendships that I have made along the way. As much as I have loved blogging, for various reasons my heart is telling me it is time to move on. If you have been reading my blog for any length of time, then you know I'm the kind of person that needs to listen to her heart. The life of "A Place Called Home" will end, but rest assured that in my real home I will still be Susan P, the women who adores her Mr. P, who is the proud Mama of sweet Miss Bonnie, her brave firefighter son Gerry, and last but not least, the blessed Nana to precious little Benjamin. And finally, w&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ith the Lord's help,  I will continue to make our "Place Called Home" a most loving and cozy place for all who enter in. May God richly bless each one of you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Much love,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Susan P.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29559473-9116487293749600717?l=home-place.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://home-place.blogspot.com/feeds/9116487293749600717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29559473&amp;postID=9116487293749600717' title='32 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29559473/posts/default/9116487293749600717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29559473/posts/default/9116487293749600717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://home-place.blogspot.com/2009/02/life-of-blog-in-blog-world-we-see-blogs.html' title=''/><author><name>Susan P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16123411088490778415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/175/3152/320/house1.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SaQrWl-puzI/AAAAAAAAE9o/p5df9-nMHfw/s72-c/bouquetf11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>32</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29559473.post-8079710291755634054</id><published>2009-02-24T08:06:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T12:34:01.244-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Seasons in Virginia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ponderings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems I&apos;ve Written'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I "Spy" Spring!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SaPxRgA5O3I/AAAAAAAAE9g/iblvozOLZVo/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306350068926331762" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SaPxRgA5O3I/AAAAAAAAE9g/iblvozOLZVo/s320/001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Peering through my kitchen window&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A hint of &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;yellow &lt;/span&gt;appearing like a ray of golden sunshine&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amongst the cold, brown earth.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's frilly little head lifting it's head up high&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Offering a cheery "hello."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Squeals of delight.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Surely, this is what hope must look like!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*What an appropriate last post for me, because daffodils are my very favorite flower! To me, not only are they beautiful, but they also represent happiness and joy, which is what I wish for each one of you!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Much love,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Susan P.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29559473-8079710291755634054?l=home-place.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://home-place.blogspot.com/feeds/8079710291755634054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29559473&amp;postID=8079710291755634054' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29559473/posts/default/8079710291755634054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29559473/posts/default/8079710291755634054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://home-place.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-spy-spring-peering-through-my-kitchen.html' title=''/><author><name>Susan P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16123411088490778415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/175/3152/320/house1.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SaPxRgA5O3I/AAAAAAAAE9g/iblvozOLZVo/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29559473.post-1463208728563834458</id><published>2009-02-19T15:07:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T15:21:45.540-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Seasonal decorating~Celebration Tree~ St. Patrick&apos;s Day'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Our "Celebration" Tree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;St. Patrick's Day  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SZ28Ut9jL6I/AAAAAAAAE74/e9clQnI9vds/s1600-h/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304603000233471906" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SZ28Ut9jL6I/AAAAAAAAE74/e9clQnI9vds/s320/008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SZ28kW940MI/AAAAAAAAE8A/LwyMozmBtxs/s1600-h/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304603268938780866" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SZ28kW940MI/AAAAAAAAE8A/LwyMozmBtxs/s320/007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SZ29Au8s4mI/AAAAAAAAE8Q/Np3hEkYMZEQ/s1600-h/010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304603756412592738" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SZ29Au8s4mI/AAAAAAAAE8Q/Np3hEkYMZEQ/s320/010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/29559473-1463208728563834458?l=home-place.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://home-place.blogspot.com/feeds/1463208728563834458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29559473&amp;postID=1463208728563834458' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29559473/posts/default/1463208728563834458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29559473/posts/default/1463208728563834458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://home-place.blogspot.com/2009/02/our-celebration-tree-st.html' title=''/><author><name>Susan P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16123411088490778415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/175/3152/320/house1.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SZ28Ut9jL6I/AAAAAAAAE74/e9clQnI9vds/s72-c/008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29559473.post-5091012776752103177</id><published>2009-02-18T11:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T11:56:06.894-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Silly Stuff'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;It's A Wacky, Wacky House!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SYt5OPvX22I/AAAAAAAAE6Q/XY4X_INWo0Y/s1600-h/annabelle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299462672181877602" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SYt5OPvX22I/AAAAAAAAE6Q/XY4X_INWo0Y/s320/annabelle.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Remember this picture I took one Thanksgiving where Annabelle thought she was &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a turkey? Well, know my grandson thinks he's one, too!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SYt2w4wpEaI/AAAAAAAAE6A/qkjc535iBo4/s1600-h/Benjamin+005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299459968773722530" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SYt2w4wpEaI/AAAAAAAAE6A/qkjc535iBo4/s320/Benjamin+005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gerry &amp;amp; Ashley came over and they wanted to know how much weight little Benjamin has gained. They knew Mr. P had a postal scale so out it came. In order to weigh Benjamin they needed something to put him in to place on the scale. Well, they decided on my 9/13 baking pan, and no, I'm not kidding! They placed his blanket in the pan and then placed him on top. Which now leads to the third picture.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SYt2gndS5jI/AAAAAAAAE54/CPvnA7Qg5KE/s1600-h/011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299459689251268146" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SYt2gndS5jI/AAAAAAAAE54/CPvnA7Qg5KE/s320/011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Annabelle has staked out Benjamin's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;play mat&lt;/span&gt; and has decided it's hers ~ did I mention she's not good at sharing? Didn't I tell you it was "wacky" around here;)&lt;/strong&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/29559473-5091012776752103177?l=home-place.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://home-place.blogspot.com/feeds/5091012776752103177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29559473&amp;postID=5091012776752103177' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29559473/posts/default/5091012776752103177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29559473/posts/default/5091012776752103177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://home-place.blogspot.com/2009/02/its-wacky-wacky-house-remember-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Susan P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16123411088490778415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/175/3152/320/house1.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SYt5OPvX22I/AAAAAAAAE6Q/XY4X_INWo0Y/s72-c/annabelle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29559473.post-7673189896424864346</id><published>2009-02-16T17:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T17:17:32.058-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Decorating'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Plate Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SZnlZ_LSovI/AAAAAAAAE7g/-C3bJ5EWP98/s1600-h/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303522270823752434" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SZnlZ_LSovI/AAAAAAAAE7g/-C3bJ5EWP98/s320/002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Last weekend I went to my favorite thrift store and I found the three blue plates that are now having above the mirror.  I love the look they bring to my den, especially since they were just a few dollars!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SYyRGnW1chI/AAAAAAAAE6g/-i0W1nq4cm4/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299770404338233874" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SYyRGnW1chI/AAAAAAAAE6g/-i0W1nq4cm4/s320/001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&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/29559473-7673189896424864346?l=home-place.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://home-place.blogspot.com/feeds/7673189896424864346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29559473&amp;postID=7673189896424864346' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29559473/posts/default/7673189896424864346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29559473/posts/default/7673189896424864346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://home-place.blogspot.com/2009/02/plate-love-last-weekend-i-went-to-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Susan P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16123411088490778415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/175/3152/320/house1.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SZnlZ_LSovI/AAAAAAAAE7g/-C3bJ5EWP98/s72-c/002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29559473.post-7902697317974118846</id><published>2009-02-14T13:02:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T17:07:50.101-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ponderings'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SZcIObN9XGI/AAAAAAAAE7Y/J9iIaG7I44Q/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302716130169543778" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SZcIObN9XGI/AAAAAAAAE7Y/J9iIaG7I44Q/s320/001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Valentine's Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"Pondering"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In the bible we are told to love one another. With Valentine's Day here it's easy to do because it is a day that is devoted entirely to "love." Hearts, flowers, kisses and hugs abound! A day of celebrating love is fun, but, when it's over I have to ask myself whether or not I continue to abide by that principle? I think the truth of the matter is that the real test of love comes the other 364 days of the year! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To be perfectly honest this can really be a challenge because it's just plain hard to love some people. Do you have anybody in your life like this? Sometimes I even think that the Lord has put certain people in my life because there needs to be a major "remolding," and "refining" done in me. After all, it's EASY to love the lovable, isn't it? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I think if I would try harder to see these "unlovable" people through the eyes of Jesus then I would be better able to stretch out my hand and open up my heart to them. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;With that being said, once all the candy is eaten and the roses have wilted, I am going to try and remember that EVERY DAY is a day where love should abound and be celebrated:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29559473-7902697317974118846?l=home-place.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://home-place.blogspot.com/feeds/7902697317974118846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29559473&amp;postID=7902697317974118846' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29559473/posts/default/7902697317974118846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29559473/posts/default/7902697317974118846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://home-place.blogspot.com/2009/02/valentines-day-pondering-in-bible-we.html' title=''/><author><name>Susan P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16123411088490778415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/175/3152/320/house1.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SZcIObN9XGI/AAAAAAAAE7Y/J9iIaG7I44Q/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29559473.post-6057709319971119124</id><published>2009-02-12T08:55:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T09:23:10.299-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Simple Pleasures'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Simple Pleasures&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SZQqq6fljsI/AAAAAAAAE6o/HUnSwcxFDLk/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301909578066529986" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SZQqq6fljsI/AAAAAAAAE6o/HUnSwcxFDLk/s320/001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt; A yummy smelling candle (hat tip to Kim;) and sweet daisies in a crock.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SZQsaO62F_I/AAAAAAAAE7A/OVyKWPtExak/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301911490515048434" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SZQsaO62F_I/AAAAAAAAE7A/OVyKWPtExak/s320/001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Daisies in the bathroom (wow, even Mr. P noticed;) in my Grammy's dainty little vase.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SZQsLwx7rvI/AAAAAAAAE64/sNM76L8P9As/s1600-h/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301911241906433778" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SZQsLwx7rvI/AAAAAAAAE64/sNM76L8P9As/s320/003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cheerful red dishcloths on sale at WalMart ~ Yippee!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SZQs5hn6aWI/AAAAAAAAE7I/Esz4nFTeKu4/s1600-h/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301912028111858018" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SZQs5hn6aWI/AAAAAAAAE7I/Esz4nFTeKu4/s320/008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Playing with my "sweet as pie" grandson!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SZQtGID9llI/AAAAAAAAE7Q/U6y74NWFEj8/s1600-h/010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301912244588484178" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SZQtGID9llI/AAAAAAAAE7Q/U6y74NWFEj8/s320/010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And best of all, rocking this precious boy to sleep.  Girls, I don't need diamonds and pearls, these are the things that truly make me happy!&lt;/strong&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/29559473-6057709319971119124?l=home-place.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://home-place.blogspot.com/feeds/6057709319971119124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29559473&amp;postID=6057709319971119124' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29559473/posts/default/6057709319971119124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29559473/posts/default/6057709319971119124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://home-place.blogspot.com/2009/02/simple-pleasures-yummy-smelling-candle.html' title=''/><author><name>Susan P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16123411088490778415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/175/3152/320/house1.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SZQqq6fljsI/AAAAAAAAE6o/HUnSwcxFDLk/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29559473.post-4166338658141828012</id><published>2009-02-07T09:18:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T09:34:11.518-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ponderings'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Thank you, Thank you, Thank You, Hallmark!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm sure most of y'all remember the post I did a few days ago about the Valentine commercial that Hallmark did. Well, much to my surprise when I checked my email last night I received this letter:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Dear Susan,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My name is Deidre Mize, I work at Hallmark in Public Affairs and Communications.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I noticed your recent blog posting about one of Hallmark’s Valentine’s Day commercials and wanted to respond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When creating this commercial we wanted to show that love can be expressed in a number of creative, economical and heartfelt ways, including Mom’s voice in a valentine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As is our normal practice, our marketing team tested this commercial before it aired among consumers, including mothers. These consumers responded favorably, so we appreciate receiving different points of view like the one you shared on your blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With this new perspective from you and others we have decided to stop airing the advertisement. Please understand that it will take time to fully remove the commercial from the air. But know that we have begun contacting the multiple media outlets that are scheduled to broadcast this advertisement and are working as expeditiously as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hallmark is about helping people connect. We are continually learning about the intricacies of these connections, and your perspective will help us to look at this differently in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for your time and please feel free to contact me if you have any questions or comments. As I mentioned, perspectives like yours are important to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deidre Mize&lt;br /&gt;Hallmark Cards, Inc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I never sent Hallmark my post so I guess they were googling feedback. At first I thought about contacting them, but I decided there would be no point because my opinion wouldn't matter. Much to my surprise, it does!! I am so happy to know that they decided to look at this commercial through a Mom's eyes.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for listening, Hallmark! Oh, and one more thing Hallmark, keep on making those "sappy" commercials that make us Mom's cry ~ we love those:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29559473-4166338658141828012?l=home-place.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://home-place.blogspot.com/feeds/4166338658141828012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29559473&amp;postID=4166338658141828012' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29559473/posts/default/4166338658141828012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29559473/posts/default/4166338658141828012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://home-place.blogspot.com/2009/02/thank-you-thank-you-thank-you-hallmark.html' title=''/><author><name>Susan P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16123411088490778415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/175/3152/320/house1.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29559473.post-1536634368057244245</id><published>2009-02-06T14:21:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T14:32:39.512-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Decorating'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"Make Your Own"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; Wreath Topiary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SYyN4o5rnwI/AAAAAAAAE6Y/dXOPmFKcVgE/s1600-h/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299766865699774210" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SYyN4o5rnwI/AAAAAAAAE6Y/dXOPmFKcVgE/s320/005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This  wreath topiary is so easy to make.  All I did was take a grapevine wreath and scatter some ivy about.  I took a vase I already had and filled it with green s&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;tyrofoam&lt;/span&gt;. I then took my trusty glue gun and glued on some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Spanish&lt;/span&gt; mosh.  After that I  attached my  wreath to the s&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;tyrofoam&lt;/span&gt;. I decided I wanted a little accent piece on the wreath so I added the little "chippy" angel.  I love how it looks on my mantel, especially seeing some greenery after these long winter days!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29559473-1536634368057244245?l=home-place.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://home-place.blogspot.com/feeds/1536634368057244245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29559473&amp;postID=1536634368057244245' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29559473/posts/default/1536634368057244245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29559473/posts/default/1536634368057244245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://home-place.blogspot.com/2009/02/make-your-own-wreath-topiary-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Susan P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16123411088490778415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/175/3152/320/house1.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SYyN4o5rnwI/AAAAAAAAE6Y/dXOPmFKcVgE/s72-c/005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29559473.post-2418903079336138448</id><published>2009-02-05T18:01:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T18:19:40.144-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Recipes'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Quick &amp;amp; Easy Supper That's Delish~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BBQ Chicken Pizza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SYtwIRYUuGI/AAAAAAAAE5w/5en52hSeJXc/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299452673938208866" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SYtwIRYUuGI/AAAAAAAAE5w/5en52hSeJXc/s320/001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you're looking for a meal that's easy and yummy this is a great recipe to try. This is a family favorite around our home and I'm sure if you try it your family will love it, too!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BBQ Chicken Pizza&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pizza crust&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BBQ sauce ( I use Sweet Baby Ray's)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shredded cooked chicken&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mozzarella cheese&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have a bread machine so I just make my pizza dough in that. The grocery store also carries already made pizza crust and that would be fine, too. First step is to cook chicken and let it cool.  Once it's cooled you are going to shred it. Then place your favorite BBQ sauce in a thin layer on top of the pizza crust. Next add  shredded chicken, and finally top with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;mozzarella&lt;/span&gt; cheese. Bake about 12-15 minutes.We also like to put a little BBQ sauce on our plates to "dip" the pizza in for a little extra "zing!":) Add a green salad and you are good to go!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29559473-2418903079336138448?l=home-place.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://home-place.blogspot.com/feeds/2418903079336138448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29559473&amp;postID=2418903079336138448' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29559473/posts/default/2418903079336138448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29559473/posts/default/2418903079336138448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://home-place.blogspot.com/2009/02/quick-easy-supper-thats-delish-bbq.html' title=''/><author><name>Susan P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16123411088490778415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/175/3152/320/house1.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SYtwIRYUuGI/AAAAAAAAE5w/5en52hSeJXc/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29559473.post-3832889377378878168</id><published>2009-02-04T18:33:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T19:11:23.616-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Seasonal decorating (Valentine&apos;s Day)Celebration tree'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Valentine Tree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SYomX4gc0jI/AAAAAAAAE5o/6tckMqbh7MQ/s1600-h/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299090103302148658" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SYomX4gc0jI/AAAAAAAAE5o/6tckMqbh7MQ/s320/003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As promised, here is my Valentine tree. We don't have a formal entry in our home, but I wanted something cheerful by the front door to greet our guests. All I did was use the lit porch tree from Christmas and added heart ornaments, ribbon, and garland from Michael's. They were having a great sale so I was able to do the whole tree for under $6.00!! While I was there I looked at the stuff for St. Patrick's Day so when March rolls around the hearts will come off and the shamrocks will go on! Okay, now that this post is finished I think I will go and eat one of those frosted candy cupcakes I was talking about yesterday;) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SYomJwLb6uI/AAAAAAAAE5g/Xq09XY_RqgU/s1600-h/010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299089860548356834" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SYomJwLb6uI/AAAAAAAAE5g/Xq09XY_RqgU/s320/010.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/strong&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/29559473-3832889377378878168?l=home-place.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://home-place.blogspot.com/feeds/3832889377378878168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29559473&amp;postID=3832889377378878168' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29559473/posts/default/3832889377378878168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29559473/posts/default/3832889377378878168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://home-place.blogspot.com/2009/02/valentine-tree-as-promised-here-is-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Susan P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16123411088490778415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/175/3152/320/house1.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SYomX4gc0jI/AAAAAAAAE5o/6tckMqbh7MQ/s72-c/003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29559473.post-5238600896045352568</id><published>2009-02-03T11:45:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T12:32:57.270-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ponderings'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SYh7iMQgwMI/AAAAAAAAE5Y/H2B3XELjHFg/s1600-h/pinkrose-hw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298620788937638082" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 208px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SYh7iMQgwMI/AAAAAAAAE5Y/H2B3XELjHFg/s320/pinkrose-hw.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"Boo," "Hiss," and Shame On You, Hallmark..............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I was going to post the pic of my Valentine tree today, but after seeing the latest Hallmark commercial for Valentine's Day I just had to vent a little. To set the scene you have three young girls eating lunch in their school cafeteria. It is Valentine's Day and they are each eagerly anticipating what their Mom has packed them for lunch as a special "treat." The first girl brings out an apple that has been decorated with heart stickers by her Mom (or Dad;). She is looking none to thrilled, let me tell you. The second girl opens up her bag and brings out a sandwich that has been lovingly cut in a heart shape by her Mom (or Dad;). The girl looks totally unimpressed, almost to the point of being annoyed. Cut to the third girl, who whips out an electronic Valentine card done by the ever popular Hannah Montana. Of course, this girl is grinning from ear to ear, and we then cut to see the jealous faces of the other two girls who are coveting that very card. Hallmark is then quick to tell us that for a mere $1.99, we can put a smile on our child's face, too. GRRRR.....................................&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now, I know Hallmark is in the card business and that is what they are trying to do, but what really, really, really BUGS ME is that they are trying to convey the idea that you have to spend money in order to make your child happy. What kind of message is that sending to our children? To me, something that is handmade with love is by far more precious than just plunking down a few bucks. Whatever happened to simplicity, and I guess the better question is "what is WRONG with it?" Are the days of homemade Valentine's cards over? Whatever happened to candy frosted cupackes and pink punch? Do we now have to take our kids to a fabulously expensive restaurant to PROVE our love? Do we have to spend more than we can afford to SHOW them that?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I think it would be safe to say that you will find in most of our memory boxes at home a few pink and red doily hearts that have simply been made with scissors, glue, and glitter, but they are absolutely filled to the brim with precious sentiment. And guess what, Hallmark? To us these cards are priceless!!! So Hallmark, go ahead and make all the Hannah Montana cards you want, just please don't insinuate to us and our children that things that are made from the heart are no good.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29559473-5238600896045352568?l=home-place.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://home-place.blogspot.com/feeds/5238600896045352568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29559473&amp;postID=5238600896045352568' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29559473/posts/default/5238600896045352568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29559473/posts/default/5238600896045352568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://home-place.blogspot.com/2009/02/boo-hiss-and-shame-on-you-hallmark.html' title=''/><author><name>Susan P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16123411088490778415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/175/3152/320/house1.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SYh7iMQgwMI/AAAAAAAAE5Y/H2B3XELjHFg/s72-c/pinkrose-hw.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29559473.post-7616640723936076060</id><published>2009-02-02T15:59:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T16:35:12.382-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SYdk8he5_kI/AAAAAAAAE5Q/MfZiU5_XC9Q/s1600-h/WW75.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298314477567606338" style="WIDTH: 97px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SYdk8he5_kI/AAAAAAAAE5Q/MfZiU5_XC9Q/s320/WW75.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hi Y'all, I'm Back!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's so nice to be back after my blogging break! I have a lot of catching up to do and will be by to visit y'all soon. My parent's just left yesterday due to to the ice storm that hit Kentucky last week. I really do treasure the time that I get to spend with them. It was a little harder this time because Mama would wander around at night and I was terrified she was going to get out of the house or turn the stove on. I had the baby monitor on in our bedroom so I could hear when she would get up and didn't sleep well because I was listening for every little sound. Although it hurts real bad to see her this way I am just so thankful that I still have her to hug, kiss, and love on. We made some good memories, and even though she won't remember them, I sure will!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Right now I have some banana bread baking in the oven and "my, oh my," does it ever smell good! The washer and dryer are humming along and I just finished decorating a Valentine tree, which I will show you tomorrow. I wanted to share with you something I recently got in the mail that I absolutely treasure. Sherry, from the blog, Creations From My Heart, has an Etsy store and has some really beautiful things for sale. One of the things she makes are special made- to- order Memory Boxes. I asked her to make one of our little sweetie, Benjamin, and I'm tickled with how it turned out! Here it is:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SYdi20o9LbI/AAAAAAAAE5I/qH2vePkODe4/s1600-h/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298312180607561138" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SYdi20o9LbI/AAAAAAAAE5I/qH2vePkODe4/s320/003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(click to enlarge)&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't y'all just love it? She is such a talented lady ~ she is a great decorator and seamstress ~ check out the pretty aprons she makes, too! You can find her blog &lt;a href="http://creationsfrommyheart.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and the post about the memory box &lt;a href="http://creationsfrommyheart.blogspot.com/2009/01/friends-sweet-new-baby-granddaughter.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.  BTW, I'm loving the pin cushions she has for sale right now!!  If you visit please make sure and tell her I said hi!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well, the dryer just buzzed and the timer for the banana bread is ready to beep so I need to jump off of here. I'll be back tomorrow to show my Valentine tree!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Much love,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Susan P.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29559473-7616640723936076060?l=home-place.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://home-place.blogspot.com/feeds/7616640723936076060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29559473&amp;postID=7616640723936076060' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29559473/posts/default/7616640723936076060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29559473/posts/default/7616640723936076060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://home-place.blogspot.com/2009/02/hi-yall-im-back-its-so-nice-to-be-back.html' title=''/><author><name>Susan P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16123411088490778415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/175/3152/320/house1.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SYdk8he5_kI/AAAAAAAAE5Q/MfZiU5_XC9Q/s72-c/WW75.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29559473.post-1651095060893479167</id><published>2009-01-21T13:51:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T14:03:18.333-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Away For Awhile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Just wanted to pop in here real quick and say "hi," to y'all.  Mama has been staying with me the last week, and will be here another week so I will have no computer time at all.  Look forward to catching up with everybody when I can:)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Much love,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Susan P.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To answer the question about how I got the detergent cleaned up ~ I took EVERY, AND I MEAN EVERY towel (even the pretty ones nobody uses;) in our house and threw them on the floor, took off my shoes and socks and started walking on the towels to absorb some of the detergent ~ after they were all sopping wet I took Bounty towels and finished up.   On the plus side, I had really clean feet after all was said and done:)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29559473-1651095060893479167?l=home-place.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://home-place.blogspot.com/feeds/1651095060893479167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29559473&amp;postID=1651095060893479167' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29559473/posts/default/1651095060893479167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29559473/posts/default/1651095060893479167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://home-place.blogspot.com/2009/01/away-for-awhile-just-wanted-to-pop-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Susan P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16123411088490778415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/175/3152/320/house1.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29559473.post-3126338846194221804</id><published>2009-01-15T13:16:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T13:54:30.709-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Silly Stuff'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Picture this: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You have just finished all of your morning chores and you're feeling pretty happy with yourself.  As the clock strikes noon you decide it's a good time to have a well-deserved lunch break.  You sit down with your yummy sandwich and start watching the news in the den. (Yes, I know, I'm supposed to eat at the table;)  All of a sudden you hear this very loud CRASH and you wonder what in the world it could be.  All of a sudden you remember your trip to Sam's Club the previous day and the GINORMOUS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SW99mIUwesI/AAAAAAAAE3E/FcL_0GFbGSY/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291586181206670018" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SW99mIUwesI/AAAAAAAAE3E/FcL_0GFbGSY/s320/001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;container of  liquid laundry detergent you purchased.  We're talking 110 loads here, people.  You jump up as quickly as you can and RACE to the laundry room (I think I could have beaten Flo Jo from the Olympics) and to your horror you see all 110 loads of detergent gushing out all over the floor.  You enter the room as quickly as you can to try to stop the impending flood and you forget that you have these on:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SW99ysPzOHI/AAAAAAAAE3M/nst-9dz6dFU/s1600-h/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291586397007984754" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SW99ysPzOHI/AAAAAAAAE3M/nst-9dz6dFU/s320/003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;These are your leather KEDS that you wear everyday ~ did you know they have very slick soles???  Oh, yes, they do!    As you go to reach down to pick up the container you start to skate across the floor, just like Dorothy Hamel,(and yes, I realize we have a lot of Olympic analogies going on here) but, the only problem is YOU ARE NOT Dorothy Hamel.  And because you are NOT Dorothy Hamel you end up sitting in a sticky sea of detergent.  After a little bit of sobbing and REPEATED attempts to get up (try getting up from a floor covered in laundry detergent) you finally hoist yourself help and limp to the den, all the while leaving nice detergent footprints all over the kitchen.  Out of the corner of your eye you notice your three cats and dog looking at you as if you've lost your mind!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You then decide that you didn't have anything to post about today, so why not this? After taking the picture of your shoes you are horrified to see how dirty your "old faithful Keds are."  You think to yourself, "I really need to wash those."  Only problem is, there is NO DETERGENT:)&lt;/strong&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/29559473-3126338846194221804?l=home-place.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://home-place.blogspot.com/feeds/3126338846194221804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29559473&amp;postID=3126338846194221804' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29559473/posts/default/3126338846194221804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29559473/posts/default/3126338846194221804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://home-place.blogspot.com/2009/01/picture-this-you-have-just-finished-all.html' title=''/><author><name>Susan P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16123411088490778415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/175/3152/320/house1.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SW99mIUwesI/AAAAAAAAE3E/FcL_0GFbGSY/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29559473.post-400347586940878385</id><published>2009-01-14T08:50:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T08:58:39.835-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Decorating'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy Yellow Sunshine!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SW3t4XsxWFI/AAAAAAAAE1A/xlY9SO0qdiw/s1600-h/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291146689920456786" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SW3t4XsxWFI/AAAAAAAAE1A/xlY9SO0qdiw/s320/009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ah, my beloved apothecary jar! This has got to be one of the most versatile accessories I have ever purchased. Within a second I can completely transform the look, which is especially good with me because I'm always changing things around in my home! When January rolled around thought I was going to be putting "snow related" items in it, but I changed my mind. On these dark, gloomy days of winter I thought a little bit of sunshine was just what the doctor ordered!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29559473-400347586940878385?l=home-place.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://home-place.blogspot.com/feeds/400347586940878385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29559473&amp;postID=400347586940878385' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29559473/posts/default/400347586940878385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29559473/posts/default/400347586940878385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://home-place.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-yellow-sunshine-ah-my-beloved.html' title=''/><author><name>Susan P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16123411088490778415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/175/3152/320/house1.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SW3t4XsxWFI/AAAAAAAAE1A/xlY9SO0qdiw/s72-c/009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29559473.post-2180050049543931781</id><published>2009-01-13T16:45:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T17:12:11.946-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ponderings'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SW0QsHkOAnI/AAAAAAAAE04/0U7dO9RibYo/s1600-h/10071015A~Good-Housekeeping-September-1926-Posters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290903487361450610" style="WIDTH: 254px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SW0QsHkOAnI/AAAAAAAAE04/0U7dO9RibYo/s320/10071015A~Good-Housekeeping-September-1926-Posters.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Finding The Humor &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Amidst&lt;/span&gt; The Sorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As most of you know my Mom suffers from Alzheimer's Disease. I have written several posts about it which you can find  &lt;a href="http://home-place.blogspot.com/2006/06/moment-to-remember-this-is-picture-of.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://home-place.blogspot.com/2006/09/matter-of-heart-my-mama-was-diagnosed.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. With each day comes new challenges, as well as new sorrows. My sister called me this past weekend and told me she was going to tell me about a conversation she had with my Mama, but she didn't want it to upset me. "Oh, no," I thought, "what is it now?" She then proceeded to relay the conversation that took place. Instead of crying over it I am going to try to find the humor.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mama: "Betsy, can I ask you something?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Betsy: "Sure, Mama."&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mama: "I'm not really married to that man named Jim am I?" (Jim is my Dad)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Betsy: "Why, yes, you are, Mama. Why do you ask?"&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mama: " I don't think I am, because I never would have married a man as grouchy as he is."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh my goodness, sometimes you just have to find the humor or you would start weeping and never be able to stop. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Graphic courtesy of : Allposters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29559473-2180050049543931781?l=home-place.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://home-place.blogspot.com/feeds/2180050049543931781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29559473&amp;postID=2180050049543931781' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29559473/posts/default/2180050049543931781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29559473/posts/default/2180050049543931781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://home-place.blogspot.com/2009/01/finding-humor-amidst-sorrow-as-most-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Susan P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16123411088490778415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/175/3152/320/house1.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SW0QsHkOAnI/AAAAAAAAE04/0U7dO9RibYo/s72-c/10071015A~Good-Housekeeping-September-1926-Posters.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29559473.post-3979950306698594461</id><published>2009-01-12T13:29:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T14:05:04.930-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Homekeeping'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Motivated Mom's Chore Planning System&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There are many, many reasons why I love blogging, but I would have to say that one of the top ones is that I have learned so much for each one of you!! There is SO MUCH talent around &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;blog land&lt;/span&gt; and I love the fact that people are so generous in sharing their talents, as well as tips and ideas with each other. After having said all that, I wanted to share with you something that I have recently found that has helped me tremendously, thanks to my dear blogging friend, Mrs. C, from Riverbend Ramblings. It was at the beginning of the new year that I read &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://riverbend-ramblings.blogspot.com/search/label/Keeping%20the%20Home"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;this&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; post and I found out all about the &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://motivatedmoms.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Motivated Moms Chore Planning System&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think there must be as many different ways of cleaning as there are people. If you are happy with your cleaning &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;system&lt;/span&gt; then this post is not for you. If you are like me, and you feel like you need a little motivation and organization in your cleaning routine, then I would highly recommend this system to you. It is a list based system ~ certain chores you do every day, and then each day you also have some different chores to check off. It's certainly not boring, each day is different with the exception of the everyday chores. Believe me, over the course of the year everything in your home should be as "clean as a whistle!" I am not going into all the details, if you are interested just click on the link I provided. Please know I'm not making one penny from this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;endorsement&lt;/span&gt;, I just wanted to pass along something that has really helped me in my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;home keeping&lt;/span&gt;, just as Mrs. C did for me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It does cost some money, I paid eight dollars for mine, but to me it is well worth it because I feel like I have such a clean (no pun intended) fresh, start to this wonderful new year. It is a mighty good feeling to look at the list at the end of the day and see that everything is checked off and feel like my home is getting cleaner day by day. THIS Mom IS motivated and I am ready to get to work with a feather duster in one hand and a toilet brush in the other;) Thanks Mrs. C and Motivated Moms!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29559473-3979950306698594461?l=home-place.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://home-place.blogspot.com/feeds/3979950306698594461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29559473&amp;postID=3979950306698594461' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29559473/posts/default/3979950306698594461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29559473/posts/default/3979950306698594461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://home-place.blogspot.com/2009/01/motivated-moms-chore-planning-system.html' title=''/><author><name>Susan P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16123411088490778415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/175/3152/320/house1.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29559473.post-555168448241534342</id><published>2009-01-09T17:26:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T17:42:14.656-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Simple Pleasures'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happiness Is . . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SWfR1GfgY5I/AAAAAAAAE0w/p-woSdWKKPE/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289426997575967634" style="WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 112px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SWfR1GfgY5I/AAAAAAAAE0w/p-woSdWKKPE/s320/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Take-out pizza for dinner.  Yay, no cooking tonight!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SWfPbPQSRPI/AAAAAAAAE0Y/WtZTgL04oVo/s1600-h/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289424354228192498" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SWfPbPQSRPI/AAAAAAAAE0Y/WtZTgL04oVo/s320/005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A comfy new pair of jammies to wear, thanks to Miss Bonnie!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SWfPoZZVLFI/AAAAAAAAE0g/pbCZ064h_0k/s1600-h/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289424580288785490" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SWfPoZZVLFI/AAAAAAAAE0g/pbCZ064h_0k/s320/003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Betty Crocker Brownie Mix.  Resolution? What resolution?? lol&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SWfQSuZkyVI/AAAAAAAAE0o/xy0JpFhw7SY/s1600-h/features_hp_miserable.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289425307481459026" style="WIDTH: 147px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 92px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SWfQSuZkyVI/AAAAAAAAE0o/xy0JpFhw7SY/s320/features_hp_miserable.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A brand new season of Monk ~ one of the few tv shows I like!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And spending a nice quiet evening at home with my family.  I hope you are having a happy Friday evening, too!!&lt;/strong&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/29559473-555168448241534342?l=home-place.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://home-place.blogspot.com/feeds/555168448241534342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29559473&amp;postID=555168448241534342' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29559473/posts/default/555168448241534342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29559473/posts/default/555168448241534342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://home-place.blogspot.com/2009/01/happiness-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Susan P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16123411088490778415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/175/3152/320/house1.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SWfR1GfgY5I/AAAAAAAAE0w/p-woSdWKKPE/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29559473.post-2386155218024525590</id><published>2009-01-08T11:57:00.015-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T19:05:24.002-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Favorite Things'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&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;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SWYxJCSrd9I/AAAAAAAAEzQ/goxenoKTqWY/s1600-h/10100600A~Books-in-Winter-Posters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288968843697027026" style="WIDTH: 318px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SWYxJCSrd9I/AAAAAAAAEzQ/goxenoKTqWY/s400/10100600A~Books-in-Winter-Posters.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Winter Book Basket&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In my ongoing attempt to build a home library of quality children's books I thought I'd share with you a few that are in our Winter book basket here at home. I try and find books with the most beautiful illustrations and the loveliest of text. I'm not to ashamed to admit that on some evenings I will go over by our fireplace, take one out, and read it to myself!  You NEVER outgrow books, right? :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SWaJ5o3rFdI/AAAAAAAAEzY/yTZbHuxiwMM/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289066435709703634" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SWaJ5o3rFdI/AAAAAAAAEzY/yTZbHuxiwMM/s320/001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SWaKHERXfnI/AAAAAAAAEzg/qa-xFgeHZwM/s1600-h/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289066666403528306" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SWaKHERXfnI/AAAAAAAAEzg/qa-xFgeHZwM/s320/003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SWaKT_KoAoI/AAAAAAAAEzo/CEQkqYHvRO4/s1600-h/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289066888371372674" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SWaKT_KoAoI/AAAAAAAAEzo/CEQkqYHvRO4/s320/004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SWaKfIOLXcI/AAAAAAAAEzw/u3HufsFvn-M/s1600-h/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289067079780752834" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SWaKfIOLXcI/AAAAAAAAEzw/u3HufsFvn-M/s320/005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SWaKtPHlZvI/AAAAAAAAEz4/9S1oQZK9OeM/s1600-h/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289067322150315762" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SWaKtPHlZvI/AAAAAAAAEz4/9S1oQZK9OeM/s320/006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SWaNoFJ9ZuI/AAAAAAAAE0Q/T3BOKfDdTrA/s1600-h/51CYRBYKSGL__BO2,204,203,200_PIsitb-sticker-arrow-click,TopRight,35,-76_AA240_SH20_OU01_.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289070532111460066" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SWaNoFJ9ZuI/AAAAAAAAE0Q/T3BOKfDdTrA/s320/51CYRBYKSGL__BO2,204,203,200_PIsitb-sticker-arrow-click,TopRight,35,-76_AA240_SH20_OU01_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have ordered this book and will receive it any day now.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SWaK4EZYB3I/AAAAAAAAE0A/5C7sMEEhAEc/s1600-h/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289067508250707826" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SWaK4EZYB3I/AAAAAAAAE0A/5C7sMEEhAEc/s320/007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This book has Christmas in it's title but it is also a perfect story to read in the Winter!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And finally, are you familiar with Chinaberry Books? They are fairly new to me, but I'm so happy to have finally discovered them. I received their catalog (free) and reading the description of each one of their books is probably just as lovely as the books themselves!!  Old fashioned goodness as it's best!  If you'd like to receive a free catalog just go &lt;a href="http://www.chinaberry.com/shop/catalog.cfm"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SWaLF-daSdI/AAAAAAAAE0I/mTnQCBRbeYs/s1600-h/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289067747175188946" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SWaLF-daSdI/AAAAAAAAE0I/mTnQCBRbeYs/s320/008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;What's in your Winter reading basket?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29559473-2386155218024525590?l=home-place.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://home-place.blogspot.com/feeds/2386155218024525590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29559473&amp;postID=2386155218024525590' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29559473/posts/default/2386155218024525590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29559473/posts/default/2386155218024525590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://home-place.blogspot.com/2009/01/winter-book-basket-in-my-ongoing.html' title=''/><author><name>Susan P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16123411088490778415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/175/3152/320/house1.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SWYxJCSrd9I/AAAAAAAAEzQ/goxenoKTqWY/s72-c/10100600A~Books-in-Winter-Posters.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29559473.post-2128768605809433677</id><published>2009-01-06T21:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T21:28:25.756-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ponderings'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SWQCuWkhJpI/AAAAAAAAEzA/AJ6IxzSZoaU/s1600-h/JDG0225~Cozy-Cabin-Posters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288354857795790482" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 323px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SWQCuWkhJpI/AAAAAAAAEzA/AJ6IxzSZoaU/s400/JDG0225~Cozy-Cabin-Posters.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Taking Comfort In The Familiar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I wanted to share this picture with you because it has always been one of my very favorites. This picture somehow "draws" me in and makes me want to stay. I guess to me it represents so many things that are near and dear to my heart, things such as home and family. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As you look at the picture you can tell by gazing outside the window that it is a cold winter's night. But, if you look at the scene before you it's easy to tell that inside it's all toasty warm thanks to the roaring fireplace. By the hearth you will find the comfy rocking chair just waiting for you to come and sit a spell. As you rock back and forth a smile crosses your lips as you hear the old familiar creaking sound. As a child you were rocked lovingly to sleep in that rocker night after night. The sound became somewhat like a sweet lullaby to your ears as you drifted off fast to sleep.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sitting upon the chair is a handmade quilt that your Grammy made. It's made up entirely of scraps, but to you it is a beautiful masterpiece. You recognize many of the scraps because they came from the clothes that your grandparents wore. This old quilt is perfect to cuddle up with, and feels just like a great big bear hug from your dear Grammy!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Beside the chair is a basket of well-loved books just waiting to be read again. You have read them over so many times that you know every word and how each story ends. The pages are tattered and torn, but the words will always remain, even in your memory. Somehow by re reading it you feel like you are visiting with an old friend, comfortable and familiar. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When you look down you will see your beloved furry companion resting comfortably by your side. You remember the days when he would romp and play with great abandon, his strong, sturdy legs carrying him like the wind. If you close your eyes you can remember the feeling of the wind in your face as you ran joyfully across the fields together. Sadly, his feeble legs can't carry him very far anymore, but somehow even in his pain, he finds the strength to make it by your side. The two of you have been through a lot together, and even though words can never be spoken you have a language that is all your own. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mainly I think I love this picture so much is because it serves as an important reminder to me. It reminds me that I have been abunduntly blessed. You see, the Lord has blessed me with each of these wonderful things that are found in this picture. My heart is happy and content and I rejoice in the fact that my blessings truly overflow! A cozy home, a loving family, good memories, happy times, joy, and laughter. It is my prayer that this picture will remind you of these things, too.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Picture courtesy of AllPoster&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29559473-2128768605809433677?l=home-place.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://home-place.blogspot.com/feeds/2128768605809433677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29559473&amp;postID=2128768605809433677' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29559473/posts/default/2128768605809433677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29559473/posts/default/2128768605809433677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://home-place.blogspot.com/2009/01/taking-comfort-in-familiar-i-wanted-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Susan P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16123411088490778415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/175/3152/320/house1.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SWQCuWkhJpI/AAAAAAAAEzA/AJ6IxzSZoaU/s72-c/JDG0225~Cozy-Cabin-Posters.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29559473.post-6848632594070975943</id><published>2009-01-05T10:36:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T19:32:01.418-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Homekeeping'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Why I Love Mondays&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SWJoE8-z6sI/AAAAAAAAEyY/keLU5cSn1UM/s1600-h/010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287903346784725698" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SWJoE8-z6sI/AAAAAAAAEyY/keLU5cSn1UM/s320/010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I can already hear the "boos" and "hisses!" Please don't hate me ~ I know I am in the minority on this, but I just love Mondays. I think it has something to do with a brand new week stretching before me, filled to the brim with possibilities. A fresh start, a new beginning!! With the weekend there usually comes fun and a lot of unstructured time and I do love that. However, there is something in my soul that just craves routine. Okay, I'm hearing more "boos" out there:) Especially with all the craziness and clutter that Christmas brings, I think I feel like my life is "cluttered" and "crazy," as well, and I DO NOT like that feeling at all!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So this morning found me doing what I love to do in my home.  After my quiet time I started on several loads of laundry, so right now I can hear the the washer and dryer humming along:) The floor has been swept and mopped, counters thoroughly cleaned,  trash emptied, shined kitchen sink, (if you follow Fly Lady you know how important this is;)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SWJmhbx2hGI/AAAAAAAAEyQ/VP0i6BPE4-Y/s1600-h/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287901637064950882" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SWJmhbx2hGI/AAAAAAAAEyQ/VP0i6BPE4-Y/s320/008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;started dinner prep&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SWIpL2dXKsI/AAAAAAAAEyA/1tHhpH2q1kI/s1600-h/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287834196060351170" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 181px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SWIpL2dXKsI/AAAAAAAAEyA/1tHhpH2q1kI/s320/002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Made bread, rolls, and a cinnamon &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;loaf ~ I wish you could smell how goo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;d it smells here right now........ And yes, I know I'm a messy cook:)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SWIpccFtO9I/AAAAAAAAEyI/ET91jfMqMiA/s1600-h/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287834481039588306" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SWIpccFtO9I/AAAAAAAAEyI/ET91jfMqMiA/s320/007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Started chopping ham for the pea soup we are having for dinner&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SWJqBRbLy3I/AAAAAAAAEyg/e0wnAW3aM5A/s1600-h/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287905482576218994" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SWJqBRbLy3I/AAAAAAAAEyg/e0wnAW3aM5A/s320/005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Filled the fruit bowl with oranges ~ a healthy snack that is easy reach for my family;)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SWJqMv1hA0I/AAAAAAAAEyo/Yp1AukCDTMg/s1600-h/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287905679718286146" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SWJqMv1hA0I/AAAAAAAAEyo/Yp1AukCDTMg/s320/004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;While I'm busy with my Monday morning chores I like to have some peppy music playing in the back ground and a yummy candle burning. This is my new fav~ it's called Cafe Au Lait~ funny thing is I don't like coffee at all, but I love the smell of it brewing. Go figure!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Once I have everything clean and shiny I immediately start to feel better. (I think it's a "control" issue, y'all;) By the end of the day I'm tired, but it's a good tired. I have worked hard caring for my home, and I can't think of anything else I'd rather be doing. Okay, I'm off to clean the den!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I won't even talk about how I feel about rainy days.....................................:)&lt;/strong&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/29559473-6848632594070975943?l=home-place.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://home-place.blogspot.com/feeds/6848632594070975943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29559473&amp;postID=6848632594070975943' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29559473/posts/default/6848632594070975943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29559473/posts/default/6848632594070975943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://home-place.blogspot.com/2009/01/why-i-love-mondays-i-can-already-hear.html' title=''/><author><name>Susan P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16123411088490778415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/175/3152/320/house1.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mQxqN16YTC0/SWJoE8-z6sI/AAAAAAAAEyY/keLU5cSn1UM/s72-c/010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry></feed>
