<?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-8858538753889155604</id><updated>2012-02-16T07:29:46.551-05:00</updated><category term='Summer'/><category term='tatting'/><category term='9/11'/><category term='salvation'/><category term='curtains'/><category term='tea set'/><category term='red'/><category term='praise the Lord'/><category term='vine'/><category term='pony tail'/><category term='McDuff'/><category term='tulip glasses'/><category term='campus cuties'/><category term='God'/><category term='Christmas'/><category term='heaven'/><category term='weeds'/><category term='garden'/><category term='games'/><category term='camping'/><category 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speaks for itself, which is good, because it's just too hot for words ... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;happy pink Saturday! please visit &lt;a href="http://howsweetthesound.typepad.com/my_weblog/2011/07/pink-saturday-july-23-2011.html"&gt;Beverly&lt;/a&gt; for more pink!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8858538753889155604-6790418640358965609?l=josiesniece.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josiesniece.blogspot.com/feeds/6790418640358965609/comments/default' 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url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fqhqINmvJA0/TinftszpsyI/AAAAAAAABVI/W-d-kQjsSX4/s72-c/048.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8858538753889155604.post-2133740212708541175</id><published>2011-07-08T06:43:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-08T06:59:43.492-04:00</updated><title type='text'>We're in the Pool!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i haven't posted much this week ... haven't had the time ... been busy with my sweet little mom&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YSDCG7TW60Y/ThbhgaNE0FI/AAAAAAAABVA/-8k-lbsCgYY/s1600/13745_106438639366497_100000010850488_173330_1894697_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img 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style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;when my mom calls and says she'd like to swim ... i drop EVERYTHING and say come on over! i don't get to spend much time with her right now, and time in the pool ... just the two of us ... is very precious!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;we're still trying to get the pool area cleaned up, but we're getting there. it's been hard to catch up with it all after all the rain this spring. but it can wait ... i'm busy spending time with my MOM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;we had an exhausting but fun holiday weekend! we did some outside work, got to swim every day (the weather was so nice), and most important of all ... the tournament has begun ... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-K1GpOh6oZCo/ThLkpy3ca1I/AAAAAAAABUw/VIHhHCvpS5Q/s1600/010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625810291219262290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-K1GpOh6oZCo/ThLkpy3ca1I/AAAAAAAABUw/VIHhHCvpS5Q/s400/010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;our annual Parcheesi tournament! one of our favorite games ... and we like to play it outside on the deck over the summer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V4r44cEiLlk/ThLkpVBktbI/AAAAAAAABUo/nTvTYtwIUFk/s1600/011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625810283208684978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V4r44cEiLlk/ThLkpVBktbI/AAAAAAAABUo/nTvTYtwIUFk/s400/011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;my Mr. is looking pretty smug and sure of himself ... he should ... he won 5 out of 6 games so far!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;lookout honey ... i'm not giving up yet ... 94 games to go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div 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Begin'/><author><name>Margie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15545922706804035368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/SNVlyKesU8I/AAAAAAAAAWU/HEzJ53rUkk4/S220/Josies+niece.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-K1GpOh6oZCo/ThLkpy3ca1I/AAAAAAAABUw/VIHhHCvpS5Q/s72-c/010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8858538753889155604.post-412007397560218108</id><published>2011-07-04T09:14:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-04T09:34:09.359-04:00</updated><title type='text'>America for Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-C1xPcGqEy8I/ThG9gkDRZdI/AAAAAAAABUg/_JQWyFMl498/s1600/American%2BFlag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625485776693323218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 259px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-C1xPcGqEy8I/ThG9gkDRZdI/AAAAAAAABUg/_JQWyFMl498/s400/American%2BFlag.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; America for Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tis fine to see the Old World, and travel up and down&lt;br /&gt;Among the famous palaces and cities of renown,&lt;br /&gt;To admire the crumbly castles and the statues of the kings,&lt;br /&gt;But now I think I've had enough of antiquated things.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So it's home again, and home again, America for me,&lt;br /&gt;My heart is turning home again, and there I long to be,&lt;br /&gt;In the land of youth and freedom beyond the ocean bars,&lt;br /&gt;Where the air is full of sunlight and the flag is full of stars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, London is a man's town, there's a power in the air;&lt;br /&gt;And Paris is a woman's town, with flowers in her hair;&lt;br /&gt;And it's sweet to dream in Venice, and it's great to study Rome;&lt;br /&gt;But when it comes to living there is no place like home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the German fir-woods, in green battalions drilled;&lt;br /&gt;I like the gardens of Versailles with flashing fountains filled;&lt;br /&gt;But, oh, to take your hand, my dear, and ramble for a day&lt;br /&gt;In the friendly western woodland where Nature has her way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that Europe's wonderful, yet something seems to lack:&lt;br /&gt;The Past is too much with her, and the people looking back.&lt;br /&gt;But the glory of the Present is to make the Future free,&lt;br /&gt;We love our land for what she is and what she is to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, it's home again, and home again, America for me!&lt;br /&gt;I want a ship that's westward bound to plough the rolling sea,&lt;br /&gt;To the blessed Land of Room Enough beyond the ocean bars,&lt;br /&gt;Where the air is full of sunlight and the flag is full of stars.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Henry van Dyke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8858538753889155604-412007397560218108?l=josiesniece.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josiesniece.blogspot.com/feeds/412007397560218108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8858538753889155604&amp;postID=412007397560218108' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858538753889155604/posts/default/412007397560218108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858538753889155604/posts/default/412007397560218108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josiesniece.blogspot.com/2011/07/america-for-me.html' title='America for Me'/><author><name>Margie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15545922706804035368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/SNVlyKesU8I/AAAAAAAAAWU/HEzJ53rUkk4/S220/Josies+niece.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-C1xPcGqEy8I/ThG9gkDRZdI/AAAAAAAABUg/_JQWyFMl498/s72-c/American%2BFlag.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8858538753889155604.post-7654766538825702779</id><published>2011-06-30T10:07:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T11:34:47.263-04:00</updated><title type='text'>something fowl in my kitchen</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;my kitchen is being taken over by chickens and roosters! i kind of thought that might happen! my mister does not like them, or maybe i should say he didn't like them ... but, just as i predicted ... they are growing on him! :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;this rooster bowl started it all, years ago, my mister was not happy that i hung this in the kitchen, but he knew it made me smile, so there it stayed for the past 8 yrs or so: &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624015039638013906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MK917dmruRA/TgyD4ZkUB9I/AAAAAAAABTw/lERIxr4bk44/s400/002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;next chicks to appear were my chippy spice girls, and you can see pics of them and read about them &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://josiesniece.blogspot.com/2011/01/ugly-chickens.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;here&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0KuNKW5Cxeg/TgyIlpyiicI/AAAAAAAABUQ/hZwmLWEzoAQ/s1600/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624020215133276610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0KuNKW5Cxeg/TgyIlpyiicI/AAAAAAAABUQ/hZwmLWEzoAQ/s400/008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;then one Sunday morning my sister hammered on my front door ... and when i say hammered on the door, i mean hammered on the door ... she's funny that way ... if my car is out front and i don't answer the door fast enough ... she'll hammer on the door and yell MARGE! ARE YOU IN THERE? ... she's always so excited to show me what she just found on one of her antique or thrift shop hunts ... it's annoying but i love her, so she can get away with it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now where was i? she was so exicted that particular Sunday morning because she found the little poultry seasoning tin and thought it would look P E R F E C T on my window sill above the sink (and it DOES!) i think she found it for $2&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i LOVE it ... although i think my chippy spice girls are giving me funny looks ever since i put it there ... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624020221085593634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sazLjg_LPR0/TgyIl_9rsCI/AAAAAAAABUY/7Y1x94Pcies/s400/009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;then for my birthday my sister gave me this proud looking rooster to put on the other side of my window sill ... she was on a hunt for S O M E T H I N G to put on the other side because it bothered her that i only had one thing on my window sill (i kind of liked it that way, but hey, i got a new rooster out of the deal, so i'm not complaining)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6sEXguzLU2o/TgyIlGoQnNI/AAAAAAAABUI/0irddB6o4JM/s1600/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624020205694917842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6sEXguzLU2o/TgyIlGoQnNI/AAAAAAAABUI/0irddB6o4JM/s400/006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i found these two beauties on one of my antique hunts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-w2JH8s4EXXg/TgyGxFt0D_I/AAAAAAAABUA/px0lxnzPlE0/s1600/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624018212584951794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-w2JH8s4EXXg/TgyGxFt0D_I/AAAAAAAABUA/px0lxnzPlE0/s400/004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and one very fortunate day i found this Holt Howard rooster ... he's a candle holder ... and i could not pass him up ... i've loved HH rooster's for a long time, but could never afford one, maybe some day i'll be lucky enough to find another one that's priced just right, and i'll have a pair ... but for now, i'm enjoying him a whole lot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eeKXLxWGsuE/TgyGw_ioHbI/AAAAAAAABT4/qZx5wHssbgw/s1600/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624018210927418802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eeKXLxWGsuE/TgyGw_ioHbI/AAAAAAAABT4/qZx5wHssbgw/s400/003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and on that same fortunate day i found this A D O R A B L E hen with her sweet little baby chick! just look at those irresistible faces and you'll know why i had to have them ... even tho they weren't the best bargain of the day! i think my mister likes them the best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;thanks for stopping by! i'm linking up with &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://coloradolady.blogspot.com/2011/06/vintage-thingie-thursday.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Coloradolady&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; for Vintage Thingy Thursday ... please stop over there to see more gorgeous vintage goodies!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8858538753889155604-7654766538825702779?l=josiesniece.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josiesniece.blogspot.com/feeds/7654766538825702779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8858538753889155604&amp;postID=7654766538825702779' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858538753889155604/posts/default/7654766538825702779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858538753889155604/posts/default/7654766538825702779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josiesniece.blogspot.com/2011/06/something-fowl-in-my-kitchen.html' title='something fowl in my kitchen'/><author><name>Margie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15545922706804035368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/SNVlyKesU8I/AAAAAAAAAWU/HEzJ53rUkk4/S220/Josies+niece.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MK917dmruRA/TgyD4ZkUB9I/AAAAAAAABTw/lERIxr4bk44/s72-c/002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8858538753889155604.post-7685489565330336248</id><published>2011-06-29T10:20:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-29T11:42:10.256-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pantry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='curtains'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rednesday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='red'/><title type='text'>A Bit of Red Fabric</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I hate to share my messy butler's pantry, but here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623647999455652898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LUjE2yl9aL8/Tgs2D2Vj7CI/AAAAAAAABTg/x24SA0tK7WU/s400/001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;it's a kind of catch-all for my bigger pieces, and things i just don't have room for in my kitchen, and right now, it's a real mess! i need to clean it out and just get rid of the pieces i don't use, and the junky things that have somehow accumulated there ... how DOES that HAPPEN?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're planning to someday replace this with closed cupboards .... or maybe some with glass insets ... i'm not sure yet, all i know is i want to get rid of the sliding glass doors and the glass shelves (that chip so easily) but for now ... i'm going to hang curtains to hide the mess and the dust ... i mean ... who has time to take all that stuff out and dust it each week?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i found this beautiful red fabric ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623648006527093410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--QJQ2bU0gmk/Tgs2EQrhiqI/AAAAAAAABTo/oNdFjQZUIrY/s400/015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;dontcha think curtains made from this fabric will just pretty things up a bit? now all i have to do is get my sewing machine out and teach myself how to do it ... it can't be that hard, can it? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'm linking up to "It's a Very Cherry World" for &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://suelovescherries.blogspot.com/2011/06/rednesday_28.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rednesday Wednesday&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;! Be sure to stop by and see all the other beautiful red treasures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8858538753889155604-7685489565330336248?l=josiesniece.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josiesniece.blogspot.com/feeds/7685489565330336248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8858538753889155604&amp;postID=7685489565330336248' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858538753889155604/posts/default/7685489565330336248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858538753889155604/posts/default/7685489565330336248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josiesniece.blogspot.com/2011/06/bit-of-red-fabric.html' title='A Bit of Red Fabric'/><author><name>Margie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15545922706804035368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/SNVlyKesU8I/AAAAAAAAAWU/HEzJ53rUkk4/S220/Josies+niece.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LUjE2yl9aL8/Tgs2D2Vj7CI/AAAAAAAABTg/x24SA0tK7WU/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8858538753889155604.post-3909324520929312961</id><published>2011-06-28T06:25:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T06:28:54.503-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tomato'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='garden'/><title type='text'>Garden Goodie</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;a perfect little garden tomato&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PpdbXizvNSc/TgmsT3LlCfI/AAAAAAAABSo/GVOx__bEaYE/s1600/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623215066978781682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PpdbXizvNSc/TgmsT3LlCfI/AAAAAAAABSo/GVOx__bEaYE/s400/009.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;that tasted so good ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9RXZemrZxMs/TgmsTR5PuEI/AAAAAAAABSg/JTZBVk56piw/s1600/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623215056969775170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9RXZemrZxMs/TgmsTR5PuEI/AAAAAAAABSg/JTZBVk56piw/s400/008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;on my grilled cheese sandwich!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8858538753889155604-3909324520929312961?l=josiesniece.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josiesniece.blogspot.com/feeds/3909324520929312961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8858538753889155604&amp;postID=3909324520929312961' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858538753889155604/posts/default/3909324520929312961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858538753889155604/posts/default/3909324520929312961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josiesniece.blogspot.com/2011/06/garden-goodie.html' title='Garden Goodie'/><author><name>Margie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15545922706804035368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/SNVlyKesU8I/AAAAAAAAAWU/HEzJ53rUkk4/S220/Josies+niece.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PpdbXizvNSc/TgmsT3LlCfI/AAAAAAAABSo/GVOx__bEaYE/s72-c/009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8858538753889155604.post-6051385084689159873</id><published>2011-06-27T06:57:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T07:37:54.905-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy Working</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bteqmm2IdR0/TghrROYHJEI/AAAAAAAABRg/PUsQt0_aBuA/s1600/Little%2BGirl%2BScrubbing%2BFloor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622862078433240130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 377px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bteqmm2IdR0/TghrROYHJEI/AAAAAAAABRg/PUsQt0_aBuA/s400/Little%2BGirl%2BScrubbing%2BFloor.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love blogging ... and everything about it. I love taking pictures, writing the blog, and best of all meeting and getting to know other bloggers AND reading other blogs!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So why do I disappear for long periods of time?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Because life gets too busy sometimes and when that happens I deprive myself of the things I love and immerse myself in the business of living and working and pushing through the busy and sometimes hard times, forgetting the serious need of feeding my soul with things that make me happy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So I'm back ... hopefully for a longer period of time ... and perhaps I'll figure out a way to balance my life even in the busy, hard times ...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8858538753889155604-6051385084689159873?l=josiesniece.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josiesniece.blogspot.com/feeds/6051385084689159873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8858538753889155604&amp;postID=6051385084689159873' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858538753889155604/posts/default/6051385084689159873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858538753889155604/posts/default/6051385084689159873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josiesniece.blogspot.com/2011/06/busy-working.html' title='Busy Working'/><author><name>Margie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15545922706804035368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/SNVlyKesU8I/AAAAAAAAAWU/HEzJ53rUkk4/S220/Josies+niece.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bteqmm2IdR0/TghrROYHJEI/AAAAAAAABRg/PUsQt0_aBuA/s72-c/Little%2BGirl%2BScrubbing%2BFloor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8858538753889155604.post-6415685548993853533</id><published>2011-01-24T07:00:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T08:34:58.530-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pet Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;McDuff heard about the Pet Party and said he wanted to be a part of it ... being the spoiled puppy that he is ... well, let's just say he's joining the party!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our little McDuff is very special to us ... at the time we got him, we desperately needed joy back in our lives ... we had just gone through 7 months of cancer treatments for our other precious little Cairn named Yuki, who was 5 yrs old, (you can see a picture of him on the sidebar) but he didn't survive. (5 yrs later, and I still cry talking about it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the same time we were experiencing our trauma, McDuff was experiencing some trauma of his own ... he was 9 months old when we got him and he was living back at the breeders house ... the woman who had adopted him first had died ... and wasn't found for 3 days ... little McDuff was alone in the house with her for 3 days without anyone to care for him ... which probably means he ran out of food, water, and had no potty times ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe God brought us together to heal all of our wounded hearts ... McDuff had some odd behaviors at first because of the trauma he went through, but as the years have passed most of those have disappeared ... one of those things was that it used to scare him when I fell asleep on the couch ... he'd let me sleep for so long ... then he would jump up and bark right in my face until I would get up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;He's a happy little boy now ... as long as he's getting what he wants ... yes, he's a bit spoiled ... but how can I not give him what he wants? He's brought us so much joy, and you never know just how long you will have these precious little animals to spoil ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/TT1xvDfb4_I/AAAAAAAABQw/0-ZAqGOx8G8/s1600/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565729767704749042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/TT1xvDfb4_I/AAAAAAAABQw/0-ZAqGOx8G8/s400/004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; He loves to cuddle with his favorite toys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/TT1xu6wOjPI/AAAAAAAABQo/7ayMzTyVRRE/s1600/034.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565729765359258866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/TT1xu6wOjPI/AAAAAAAABQo/7ayMzTyVRRE/s400/034.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; do touch down dances with his daddy while watching the Eagles games ... see him singing? "Fly Eagles, fly! On the road to victory ..." Victory? Hmmmmmm ... well, maybe next year ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/TT1xuvOatuI/AAAAAAAABQg/28yogJyiteg/s1600/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565729762264659682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/TT1xuvOatuI/AAAAAAAABQg/28yogJyiteg/s400/008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; look pleadingly at us when we're eating ... please, just a crumb? (it ALWAYS works, you know!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/TT1xuYqX08I/AAAAAAAABQY/L3_ZtTnSeVw/s1600/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565729756207895490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/TT1xuYqX08I/AAAAAAAABQY/L3_ZtTnSeVw/s400/002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; jump high in the air for presents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/TT1wfcU8itI/AAAAAAAABQQ/7D-yGS4IOH4/s1600/013.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565728399982103250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/TT1wfcU8itI/AAAAAAAABQQ/7D-yGS4IOH4/s400/013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; be out on the deck watching for birds, people, dogs, cats, squirrels ... and anything else that moves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/TT1wffOC8AI/AAAAAAAABQI/gd9jQeiWolw/s1600/019.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565728400758468610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/TT1wffOC8AI/AAAAAAAABQI/gd9jQeiWolw/s400/019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;go exploring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/TT1we9lt2xI/AAAAAAAABQA/3scK8w1Hvco/s1600/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565728391730944786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/TT1we9lt2xI/AAAAAAAABQA/3scK8w1Hvco/s400/003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; watch Daddy make Lasagna ... and help ... by keeping the floor clean of all cheese and hamburger crumbs that may fall ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/TT1we2ulDQI/AAAAAAAABP4/-Fxq-q53Xrg/s1600/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565728389889068290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/TT1we2ulDQI/AAAAAAAABP4/-Fxq-q53Xrg/s400/005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; and sleep in the warm sunshine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/TT1wes-uxQI/AAAAAAAABPw/Zcz74pvEpK0/s1600/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565728387272459522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/TT1wes-uxQI/AAAAAAAABPw/Zcz74pvEpK0/s400/001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; He also LOVES people! He likes to drag me down the street to meet everyone ... I've been introduced to so many strange men over the years ... he doesn't understand that I don't really WANT to meet them, because HE wants to!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;McDuff doesn't really enjoy getting his hair combed or cut ... getting his teeth brushed ... paws wiped ... or getting a bath ... but what doggie really does?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He's VERY vocal and literally TELLS you what he wants by howling, barking, or talking as he stands below whatever it is ... usually food. One of his very favorite foods is Quaker's White Cheddar Rice Cakes ... yum!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He lets us know he wants to go potty by ringing a bell ... which is something he was taught by his first mommy ... he also rings the bell at night when we don't eat our evening snack on time ... he lets us know it's time ... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;McDuff would like you all to know, he doesn't believe in strangers ... and considers you all his friends. Thanks for visiting!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Please stop by and see our lovely hostess and meet the other Party goers at &lt;a href="http://debbie-debbiedoos.blogspot.com/2011/01/lucy-you-have-some-esplainin-to-do.html?utm_source=feedburner&amp;amp;utm_medium=feed&amp;amp;utm_campaign=Feed%3A+DebbiedoosBloggingAndBlabbing+%28Debbiedoos+Blogging+and+blabbing%29"&gt;Debbiedoos&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I think I forgot to mention that McDuff is a Cairn Terrier!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8858538753889155604-6415685548993853533?l=josiesniece.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josiesniece.blogspot.com/feeds/6415685548993853533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8858538753889155604&amp;postID=6415685548993853533' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858538753889155604/posts/default/6415685548993853533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858538753889155604/posts/default/6415685548993853533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josiesniece.blogspot.com/2011/01/pet-party.html' title='Pet Party'/><author><name>Margie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15545922706804035368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/SNVlyKesU8I/AAAAAAAAAWU/HEzJ53rUkk4/S220/Josies+niece.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/TT1xvDfb4_I/AAAAAAAABQw/0-ZAqGOx8G8/s72-c/004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8858538753889155604.post-690309307464280484</id><published>2011-01-17T06:13:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T06:45:32.757-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagaholic</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I may be turning into a Tagaholic&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/TTQlOmWXeSI/AAAAAAAABPo/x4xvwq_ftWk/s1600/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563112372452161826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/TTQlOmWXeSI/AAAAAAAABPo/x4xvwq_ftWk/s400/003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I find myself thinking about new ideas ALL the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/TTQlOWcS61I/AAAAAAAABPg/mt_VzF6neIM/s1600/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563112368182061906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/TTQlOWcS61I/AAAAAAAABPg/mt_VzF6neIM/s400/004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'd rather be cutting and pasting than doing just about anything else&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/TTQlOAnGicI/AAAAAAAABPY/IU_kDponjqs/s1600/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563112362321807810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/TTQlOAnGicI/AAAAAAAABPY/IU_kDponjqs/s400/005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; I made this one for my niece's 4th birthday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/TTQlN3akyFI/AAAAAAAABPQ/YWqBPCMlj4E/s1600/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563112359853344850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/TTQlN3akyFI/AAAAAAAABPQ/YWqBPCMlj4E/s400/006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and then made another one for my other niece's 25th birthday!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My sister saw this over the weekend and gave me an order for something with birds on it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to dig into my book collection to look for something ... and I found out my other sister is collecting cows ... hmmm ... there has to be a picture of a cute cow in at least ONE of my books!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Mr. is pretty caught up in it too. On Saturday he was sitting with a box of valentines picking some out for me to choose from for my February tag. At the birthday party he was keeping a close eye on the tag so I wouldn't rip it before giving it to my niece. Then later in the day, he drove me to a scrapbooking store to find some more supplies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A lady came up to him as we were looking at rulers and such, patted him on the back and said "good husband ... good husband!" I take it they don't get too many husbands in the store!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm going to have to PUSH myself to get my work done today, so I can PLAY later!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This adorable little kitty was taken from the cover of a sweet little book called "Goody - A Mother Cat Story" by Inez Bertail and illustrated by Anne Sellers Leaf. I scan ALL my images ... I'm not an advocate of ripping apart books ... books are people too, you know! (sometimes we DO find books that are pretty much destroyed and I'll use THOSE pages for framing, in fact, we get pretty excited sometimes when we find a book that is in very bad condition!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&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/8858538753889155604-690309307464280484?l=josiesniece.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josiesniece.blogspot.com/feeds/690309307464280484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8858538753889155604&amp;postID=690309307464280484' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858538753889155604/posts/default/690309307464280484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858538753889155604/posts/default/690309307464280484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josiesniece.blogspot.com/2011/01/tagaholic.html' title='Tagaholic'/><author><name>Margie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15545922706804035368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/SNVlyKesU8I/AAAAAAAAAWU/HEzJ53rUkk4/S220/Josies+niece.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/TTQlOmWXeSI/AAAAAAAABPo/x4xvwq_ftWk/s72-c/003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8858538753889155604.post-16533508294891421</id><published>2011-01-13T06:52:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T07:26:05.124-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Vintage Thingy Thursday - Treasured Figurine</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My Mr. and I LOVE to go antiquing ... we live in an area that we are literally surrounded by antique stores and flea markets ... and if we get bored with them there are plenty more within an hour or two in any direction we go ... we find lots and lots of treasures ... but every once in a while we come across one that make us want to jump up and down and yell "woo hoo!" But we are both kind of reserved ... so we just look at each other with a sparkle in our eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can always tell when he finds something good ... he gets this little grin on his face ... his eyes sparkle and he tilts his head a certain way that says "get over here ... quick!" Nothing gives him more pleasure than finding something that he knows I will treasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This figurine is definitely a high ranking TREASURE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/TS7ojcRxeVI/AAAAAAAABPI/80LAdjKsPz8/s1600/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561638285432944978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/TS7ojcRxeVI/AAAAAAAABPI/80LAdjKsPz8/s400/004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My Mr. and I collect children's books from the 40's and 50's and I also have a collection of UNUSUAL dog figurines ... not just any dog figurine ... they have to be different ... special ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/TS7oYKtzAmI/AAAAAAAABPA/Ar7Hxh0JCGA/s1600/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561638091740086882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/TS7oYKtzAmI/AAAAAAAABPA/Ar7Hxh0JCGA/s400/005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;this figurine definitely fits into both categories ... the little girls face is so story-book looking, don't you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/TS7oYNzyEXI/AAAAAAAABO4/XIEihu-YRgM/s1600/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561638092570497394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/TS7oYNzyEXI/AAAAAAAABO4/XIEihu-YRgM/s400/006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and the dog is definitely unusual ... look at his eyes ... he's looking adoringly up at her, wanting to please her ... waiting for her next command so he can obey and be rewarded by a pat on the head ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/TS7oX9pCWFI/AAAAAAAABOw/TTe9vvUfKZU/s1600/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561638088230459474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/TS7oX9pCWFI/AAAAAAAABOw/TTe9vvUfKZU/s400/007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;just look at the folds of her skirt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/TS7oXrfdiHI/AAAAAAAABOo/zYyN5OT6ZAo/s1600/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561638083358460018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/TS7oXrfdiHI/AAAAAAAABOo/zYyN5OT6ZAo/s400/008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and the playful stance of her beloved companion ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/TS7oXXDbseI/AAAAAAAABOg/NF4WVXGaeCQ/s1600/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561638077872189922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/TS7oXXDbseI/AAAAAAAABOg/NF4WVXGaeCQ/s400/009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It measures 9 in long x 6 in high x 5 in deep ... the bottom has been covered with felt, so I can't see any markings, some day I may have to remove that felt and see if there is anything under there. It's in nearly perfect condition, with only a few chips of paint missing on the base between the girl and the dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I honestly don't know how anyone could possibly have parted with this treasure ... but I'm sure glad they did! Now, how much do you think I paid for it? I'll tell you this, I would have paid a WHOLE lot more for it, if I would have had to ... but I got it for $8! My Mr. didn't even try to get a better deal on it ... we happily paid the price and walked away hand in hand ... with a smile on our lips ... and a sparkle in our eyes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm linking up with Coloradolady for Vintage Thingy Thursday ... if you want to see more great treasures, please click &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://coloradolady.blogspot.com/2011/01/vintage-thingie-thursday-vintage-quilt.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;here&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; ... and have a GREAT Thursday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&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/8858538753889155604-16533508294891421?l=josiesniece.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josiesniece.blogspot.com/feeds/16533508294891421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8858538753889155604&amp;postID=16533508294891421' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858538753889155604/posts/default/16533508294891421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858538753889155604/posts/default/16533508294891421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josiesniece.blogspot.com/2011/01/vintage-thingy-thursday-treasured.html' title='Vintage Thingy Thursday - Treasured Figurine'/><author><name>Margie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15545922706804035368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/SNVlyKesU8I/AAAAAAAAAWU/HEzJ53rUkk4/S220/Josies+niece.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/TS7ojcRxeVI/AAAAAAAABPI/80LAdjKsPz8/s72-c/004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8858538753889155604.post-7316777147390756716</id><published>2011-01-12T11:26:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T12:36:13.521-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rednesday Wednesday - Duck Pond</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Are you like me? One of the first things I do when I get up in the morning is open as many curtains as I can (the one's that won't show my pajama-clad self to all the world, that is!) And after I'm dressed I open up the rest. It's a daily ritual. One of the first sets to be opened is in my Laundry room ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/TS3XRhEV_iI/AAAAAAAABN4/IylnG3ZjR7U/s1600/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561337810806767138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/TS3XRhEV_iI/AAAAAAAABN4/IylnG3ZjR7U/s400/005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ahhhhhh ... much better!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/TS3W_2KtwqI/AAAAAAAABNw/TTcGbLKRS-Y/s1600/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561337507232989858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/TS3W_2KtwqI/AAAAAAAABNw/TTcGbLKRS-Y/s400/006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I crave the sunshine. I used to delight in rainy, dreary days. Or days that signaled snow was coming. Almost all the pictures we bought for our walls depict either rainy days or snowy ones ... I still enjoy them, but in real life, I'd rather have the sun shining in! I still love an occasional dreary day that keeps me snug and safe and warm inside reading a book or just relaxing, but as I get older, it seems like the sunshine is a lifeline ... keeping me going ... keeping my outlook cheery ... do you feel the same way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of cheery-ness! I found the cutest thing yesterday while shopping for my niece's birthday present ... and it has a lot of red on it, so I thought I'd share it for Rednesday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/TS3W_-_kpXI/AAAAAAAABNo/lm069Oz7g-I/s1600/025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561337509602174322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/TS3W_-_kpXI/AAAAAAAABNo/lm069Oz7g-I/s400/025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;it's a little duck pond! Isn't it just ADORABLE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/TS3W_vTwZ_I/AAAAAAAABNg/c4Dq7gv2v2A/s1600/026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561337505391863794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/TS3W_vTwZ_I/AAAAAAAABNg/c4Dq7gv2v2A/s400/026.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You MUST check out this line of toys ... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.shopatron.com/products/category/224.0.1.1.11161.0.0.0.0"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Calico Critters &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;... they are the cutest things ... there are houses and playsets and furniture and lots of different little critters to play with ... I LOVE the little beavers on bicycles ... and the bunny family ... oh so cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/TS3W_ax2x4I/AAAAAAAABNY/TlHDR_tJlF0/s1600/027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561337499880966018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/TS3W_ax2x4I/AAAAAAAABNY/TlHDR_tJlF0/s400/027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I bought this because it was on sale and it brings back so many memories ... Who doesn't LOVE a duck pond? Remember when you were oh so little ... so little that your Daddy had to lift you up a wee bit to be able to reach out and grab a little ducky as it swam by you? which one to pick ... which one to pick? Remember how proud you were to be able to pick your own prize? Because ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/TS3W_K_UeYI/AAAAAAAABNQ/909NciQ6n4Y/s1600/029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561337495642470786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/TS3W_K_UeYI/AAAAAAAABNQ/909NciQ6n4Y/s400/029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt; that's right! There was a prize EVERY time!!! How exciting it was! Even though the prize was usually just one of these:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561343817442081058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/TS3cvJhzOSI/AAAAAAAABOQ/7LJJYSiFsj4/s400/030.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;do you remember winning one of these plastic bears? I wonder just how many years I won one! Or perhaps you chose one of these instead:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561343817849465170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/TS3cvLC7aVI/AAAAAAAABOI/EUw03OKjwDM/s400/031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;a simply lovely poodle! Or maybe one of these:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561343813501734786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/TS3cu62WT4I/AAAAAAAABOA/i48ICNSWbLw/s400/032.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;although I don't remember a fish. He was in the bag when I bought the other prizes! I saw them at a flea market and a flood of memories hit me and I had to buy them! I mean, who could pass them up when they were only 50 cents for the whole bag?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below is a picture of my niece, at our small town's carnival this past Summer ... she's getting the number off the duck to see what prize she can pick ... if I remember she picked some "pretty" beads to wear! (Don't you just LOVE her beautiful, naturally curly hair?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561351335851030098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/TS3jkxyLdlI/AAAAAAAABOY/yilJIwnn5jY/s400/Ailish%2BDuck%2BPond.bmp" border="0" /&gt;The town I grew up in had a HUGE street fair every September, they still have it ... I think it's the biggest street fair in PA. We would go to it every year, and my Dad would try to win the three of us girls (my brother wasn't born until I was 12, so he doesn't share these memories) a teddy bear or SOMETHING to take home, and of course we picked up the ducks until we were too old to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;One year I was very sick and couldn't go to the fair ... and my Dad tried and tried to win something for me ... but was not having any luck that night ... a very kind-hearted carny allowed my Dad to buy one of the stuffed bears to take home to me ... but I wonder just how much that bear ended up costing him? Because you know there's just something different about a carnival toy and a kid knows the difference, so you just can't go to the store and buy a regular teddy bear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I hope I may have brought back a good carnival or fair memory to you too today! I'd love for you to share it with me if you'd like!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Please be sure to visit &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://suelovescherries.blogspot.com/2011/01/rednesday.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;here&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; for more Rednesday goodies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8858538753889155604-7316777147390756716?l=josiesniece.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josiesniece.blogspot.com/feeds/7316777147390756716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8858538753889155604&amp;postID=7316777147390756716' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858538753889155604/posts/default/7316777147390756716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858538753889155604/posts/default/7316777147390756716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josiesniece.blogspot.com/2011/01/rednesday-wednesday-duck-pond.html' title='Rednesday Wednesday - Duck Pond'/><author><name>Margie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15545922706804035368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/SNVlyKesU8I/AAAAAAAAAWU/HEzJ53rUkk4/S220/Josies+niece.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/TS3XRhEV_iI/AAAAAAAABN4/IylnG3ZjR7U/s72-c/005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8858538753889155604.post-1581822109647707323</id><published>2011-01-10T21:38:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T22:05:57.293-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My First Tag</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm kind of tagging along with Elizabeth over at Bluebird Papercrafts ... she's my new hero! I LOVE visiting her blog ... I admire her work SO very MUCH! I admire her so much more after attempting my first tag ... it's not as easy as it looks! It's alot of fun though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm not actually part of her swap, but she invited me to tag along and learn as I go ... so I'm linking up with her &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://creativebreathing.blogspot.com/2011/01/january-happy-homemaker-tag-along_08.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Happy Homemaker Tag Along&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You WILL want to go on over there and check out all the GORGEOUS tags! If I can learn to craft even half as good as those ladies ... well ... I'll be happier than my McDuff with a new toy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560755627922359170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/TSvFyA0RA4I/AAAAAAAABNI/oAtfwsT0uQA/s400/034A.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;trust me, he's happy here ... he's just keeping an eye on me ... he's afraid I'm going to take his new "baby" ... anyway ... back to business ... here is my very first tag ... it's kind of primitive, I guess, but I'm pretty happy with the way it turned out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/TSvD6R2GT9I/AAAAAAAABNA/cv_IWTG3yAQ/s1600/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560753570909147090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/TSvD6R2GT9I/AAAAAAAABNA/cv_IWTG3yAQ/s400/004.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I used an image from a children's book that I had called "My Prayer Book" by Margaret Clemens and illustrated by Esther Friend ... an adorable book ... 1947 ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/TSvD6JKp-0I/AAAAAAAABM4/tzJUn_QWQ5g/s1600/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560753568579451714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/TSvD6JKp-0I/AAAAAAAABM4/tzJUn_QWQ5g/s400/005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;the tree line I got from another book ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/TSvD50JAE2I/AAAAAAAABMw/ieVejgmjPs0/s1600/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560753562935366498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/TSvD50JAE2I/AAAAAAAABMw/ieVejgmjPs0/s400/006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;all the paper used was just plain old cardstock except for the scrap of light blue polka dots that I had floating around ... I need to buy some paper ... I didn't get that far yet ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will probably be breaking that rule because I really don't have much of anything to use and I'm not sure how much is needed so I might have to make a couple trips to the craft store ... but that's ok, I guess, since I'm not officially swapping!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My theme is "couples". I'm going to try to do tags that remind me of my hubby and me ... things that bring back memories ... and sledding together is a precious memory that I have of us ... except we would both be on the same sled ... and I'd make sure we fell off into the snow bank when we reached the bottom of the hill!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So go on over and check out the other tags ... you won't believe how beautiful they are!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Now ... I can't wait to start on February's!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&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/8858538753889155604-1581822109647707323?l=josiesniece.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josiesniece.blogspot.com/feeds/1581822109647707323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8858538753889155604&amp;postID=1581822109647707323' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858538753889155604/posts/default/1581822109647707323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858538753889155604/posts/default/1581822109647707323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josiesniece.blogspot.com/2011/01/my-first-tag.html' title='My First Tag'/><author><name>Margie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15545922706804035368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/SNVlyKesU8I/AAAAAAAAAWU/HEzJ53rUkk4/S220/Josies+niece.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/TSvFyA0RA4I/AAAAAAAABNI/oAtfwsT0uQA/s72-c/034A.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8858538753889155604.post-1322439799399261833</id><published>2011-01-05T06:47:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T20:09:10.727-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ugly Chickens</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Some people might think they are ugly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/TSRbSTXMmjI/AAAAAAAABMo/6Sb8wqLK6pA/s1600/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558668210075376178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/TSRbSTXMmjI/AAAAAAAABMo/6Sb8wqLK6pA/s400/004.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;with their funny faces and their chippy paint ... this one has the best face ... it's the only one that has a really good eye anymore ...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/TSRbSC2emYI/AAAAAAAABMg/zCeciEMNNeY/s1600/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558668205643176322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/TSRbSC2emYI/AAAAAAAABMg/zCeciEMNNeY/s400/005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;some have hardly an eye left, some have wings mostly missing ... and one you can't read the spice on the front ... but I couldn't resist them ... I think they are the cutest spice holders I've ever seen! Pepper, Salt, Cloves, Ginger and one is a mystery spice ... I bought them all for $12 ... worth every penny ... they make me smile every time I look at them on my windowsill behind my sink while I'm doing dishes ... washing my hands ... getting a drink of water ... you can't put a price on what makes you happy, can you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/TSRbC7xMxlI/AAAAAAAABMY/2vjSXheZLvE/s1600/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558667946043950674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/TSRbC7xMxlI/AAAAAAAABMY/2vjSXheZLvE/s400/006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; from one extreme to another ... here's a couple of REAL beauties ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/TSRbCq0KXPI/AAAAAAAABMQ/1EBqLmswdMg/s1600/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558667941492972786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/TSRbCq0KXPI/AAAAAAAABMQ/1EBqLmswdMg/s400/007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;salt and pepper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/TSRbCMKXbrI/AAAAAAAABMI/TL5pvLND8qs/s1600/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558667933264604850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/TSRbCMKXbrI/AAAAAAAABMI/TL5pvLND8qs/s400/008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I saw a set of these at 2 different booths in one Antique store ... the booths were practically back to back ... one set was $34 ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/TSRbB0bXWVI/AAAAAAAABMA/A_ZU2Ys-jQM/s1600/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558667926893451602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/TSRbB0bXWVI/AAAAAAAABMA/A_ZU2Ys-jQM/s400/009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;the other set was $8 ... guess which set I bought?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE their eyes ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/TSRbBkAXYpI/AAAAAAAABL4/dX5__WgJ1fQ/s1600/010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558667922485240466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/TSRbBkAXYpI/AAAAAAAABL4/dX5__WgJ1fQ/s400/010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My sweet Mr. is NOT a big fan of chickens ... but I have a secret weapon ... I know by now that if I like something and he doesn't, it's usually just a matter of it being something new to him and he doesn't KNOW that he likes it ... all I need to do is point something out to him a few times and he gets to liking it ... that's what I've been doing with chickens ... and it worked just in time for me to find these 2 sets ... when I pointed them out to him he told me to get both sets if I like them ... yippee! He didn't have to tell me twice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm linking with:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://suelovescherries.blogspot.com/2011/01/rednesday-banner-year.html"&gt;Rednesday Wednesday&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://coloradolady.blogspot.com/2011/01/vintage-thingie-thursday-vintage-salt.html"&gt;Vintage Thingy Thursday&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&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/8858538753889155604-1322439799399261833?l=josiesniece.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josiesniece.blogspot.com/feeds/1322439799399261833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8858538753889155604&amp;postID=1322439799399261833' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858538753889155604/posts/default/1322439799399261833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858538753889155604/posts/default/1322439799399261833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josiesniece.blogspot.com/2011/01/ugly-chickens.html' title='Ugly Chickens'/><author><name>Margie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15545922706804035368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/SNVlyKesU8I/AAAAAAAAAWU/HEzJ53rUkk4/S220/Josies+niece.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/TSRbSTXMmjI/AAAAAAAABMo/6Sb8wqLK6pA/s72-c/004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8858538753889155604.post-5188104486827470210</id><published>2011-01-02T17:37:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T18:51:10.588-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Irresistible</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dogs and babies ... irresistible!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My great-niece, Eden, was loving the pudding I made yesterday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/TSEATSIGiXI/AAAAAAAABLk/PmWDbvO3_nE/s1600/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557723746435238258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/TSEATSIGiXI/AAAAAAAABLk/PmWDbvO3_nE/s400/008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; she's 16 months old and smart as a whip!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/TSEATHpHlVI/AAAAAAAABLc/7WEVgRdN70M/s1600/011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557723743620928850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/TSEATHpHlVI/AAAAAAAABLc/7WEVgRdN70M/s400/011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;she was having a good time getting in and out of this little car&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/TSD_Zw_7SKI/AAAAAAAABLU/XKH1QwRRc0I/s1600/012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557722758290032802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/TSD_Zw_7SKI/AAAAAAAABLU/XKH1QwRRc0I/s400/012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;she's just chillin' behind the wheel!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/TSD_ZKxn4DI/AAAAAAAABLM/_NtJqRDlorI/s1600/013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557722748029493298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/TSD_ZKxn4DI/AAAAAAAABLM/_NtJqRDlorI/s400/013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;cruisin' down the road ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/TSD_Y9JoFYI/AAAAAAAABLE/9r_hEu6JNKE/s1600/014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557722744372073858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/TSD_Y9JoFYI/AAAAAAAABLE/9r_hEu6JNKE/s400/014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; her Grammy and Pop-Pop are watching her for 2 weeks while her mommy and daddy are on a cruise ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/TSD_YgT1zwI/AAAAAAAABK8/Jj7TGVt0iPE/s1600/015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557722736630288130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/TSD_YgT1zwI/AAAAAAAABK8/Jj7TGVt0iPE/s400/015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; to say they are loving it would be an understatement ... we all enjoyed being with her yesterday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/TSD_YMBb9KI/AAAAAAAABK0/jPU1hHKY-Ps/s1600/016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557722731184387234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/TSD_YMBb9KI/AAAAAAAABK0/jPU1hHKY-Ps/s400/016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and now, my other little irresistible one ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557723754451456946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/TSEATv_UU7I/AAAAAAAABLs/ZgYZgXxWLNs/s400/004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;my little McDuff wanted to wish everyone blessings in the new year!&lt;/em&gt;&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/8858538753889155604-5188104486827470210?l=josiesniece.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josiesniece.blogspot.com/feeds/5188104486827470210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8858538753889155604&amp;postID=5188104486827470210' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858538753889155604/posts/default/5188104486827470210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858538753889155604/posts/default/5188104486827470210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josiesniece.blogspot.com/2011/01/irresistible.html' title='Irresistible'/><author><name>Margie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15545922706804035368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/SNVlyKesU8I/AAAAAAAAAWU/HEzJ53rUkk4/S220/Josies+niece.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/TSEATSIGiXI/AAAAAAAABLk/PmWDbvO3_nE/s72-c/008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8858538753889155604.post-8299529356427875925</id><published>2011-01-01T19:53:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T20:32:49.336-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year's Meal and Barbie</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/TR_O_dkZ7iI/AAAAAAAABKs/NGb0BwCJ-8M/s1600/New%2BYear%2BWish.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557388054862884386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/TR_O_dkZ7iI/AAAAAAAABKs/NGb0BwCJ-8M/s400/New%2BYear%2BWish.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I hope your New Year's Eve was fun! We had an enjoyable one, until I sat down to relax ... then the pain started in my arm. We baked chocolate chip cookies about a month ago, and I used a new whisk with little silver balls on the bottom, that I use to make brownies. I thought it would mix that cookie dough up pretty good ... well, it did ... but it also messed up my arm pretty good! Yesterday I made Graham Cracker Pudding for dessert for today, and that seemed to have stirred up my arm again ... I can tell I'm getting older ... heading for the big 5 0h! It wouldn't bother me so much if I wouldn't feel it so much in my body aches and pains! Do you know what I'm talking about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But these things come and go, and I just thank the Lord that I'm as healthy as I am, as there are people with much worse problems than I have!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have another Barbie Jumbo Trading Card to share. Her outfit on this card makes me think she's going out to a New Year's Eve party with Ken:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/TR_OybNdNEI/AAAAAAAABKc/kS4OpxXYvjU/s1600/Barbie%2527s%2BNew%2BYear%2Bcard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557387830891459650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 233px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/TR_OybNdNEI/AAAAAAAABKc/kS4OpxXYvjU/s400/Barbie%2527s%2BNew%2BYear%2Bcard.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I think it must be the gold color of the dress, so festive ... and so New Year's Eve! How chivalrous of Ken to be helping her put on her wrap (sounds more elegant than coat, doesn't it?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's the tip on the back:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557387834687822002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 235px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/TR_OypWlGLI/AAAAAAAABKk/LmDr28d1XsE/s400/New%2BYear%2BBarbie%2BCard%2Bback.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;Hmmmmm ... "Lust for Life" by Irving Stone ... have you ever read it? I haven't. I think I'll have to check into though ... just out of curiosity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;Did you have your traditional New Year's meal today? We did. Ours is pork, sauerkraut and mashed potatoes. Yummy! One of my VERY favorite meals. We cook the pork in the sauerkraut for 8 to 10 or more hours, it really gets the flavor of the sauerkraut into the pork, and the sauerkraut is so much better tasting when you let it cook that long! Then we put it on top of our mashed potatoes and dig in ... delish!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;What is your traditional meal for the start of the new year? It's so interesting to me that different areas have different traditions and I love to hear about them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. If you want to see another post of the Barbie Trading Cards click &lt;a href="http://josiesniece.blogspot.com/2010/12/who-doesnt-love-vintage-barbie.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8858538753889155604-8299529356427875925?l=josiesniece.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josiesniece.blogspot.com/feeds/8299529356427875925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8858538753889155604&amp;postID=8299529356427875925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858538753889155604/posts/default/8299529356427875925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858538753889155604/posts/default/8299529356427875925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josiesniece.blogspot.com/2011/01/new-years-meal-and-barbie.html' title='New Year&apos;s Meal and Barbie'/><author><name>Margie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15545922706804035368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/SNVlyKesU8I/AAAAAAAAAWU/HEzJ53rUkk4/S220/Josies+niece.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/TR_O_dkZ7iI/AAAAAAAABKs/NGb0BwCJ-8M/s72-c/New%2BYear%2BWish.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8858538753889155604.post-7342281458851606056</id><published>2010-12-31T23:01:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T23:06:33.826-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/TR6nRGNp_yI/AAAAAAAABKU/d2OpTFM-RIM/s1600/New%2BYear%2BChicks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557062902389276450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 234px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/TR6nRGNp_yI/AAAAAAAABKU/d2OpTFM-RIM/s400/New%2BYear%2BChicks.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;FUTURE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Before me is a future&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;All unknown,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;A path untrod;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Beside me is a Friend,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Well-loved and known,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;That friend is God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Before me lies a new&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;And untried way,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Midst shadows dim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Beside me is my Guide,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;And day by day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;I walk with Him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;-unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;May God bless you in this coming new year!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8858538753889155604-7342281458851606056?l=josiesniece.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josiesniece.blogspot.com/feeds/7342281458851606056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8858538753889155604&amp;postID=7342281458851606056' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858538753889155604/posts/default/7342281458851606056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858538753889155604/posts/default/7342281458851606056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josiesniece.blogspot.com/2010/12/future-before-me-is-future-all-unknown.html' title=''/><author><name>Margie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15545922706804035368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/SNVlyKesU8I/AAAAAAAAAWU/HEzJ53rUkk4/S220/Josies+niece.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/TR6nRGNp_yI/AAAAAAAABKU/d2OpTFM-RIM/s72-c/New%2BYear%2BChicks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8858538753889155604.post-884012000848275307</id><published>2010-12-30T09:59:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T10:36:39.947-05:00</updated><title type='text'>VTT - Lady Head Vases</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Today I'm joining in on the fun at &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://coloradolady.blogspot.com/2010/12/vintage-thingie-thursday-vintage-advice.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Colorado Lady &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;for Vintage Thingy Thursday. To see all the lovely vintage thingy's, make sure you stop over and visit her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I want to share my lovely Lady Head vases. They're not perfect, but I think they're beautiful!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/TRyfCdO9QDI/AAAAAAAABKM/zGBH3GPQSO8/s1600/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556490904824266802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/TRyfCdO9QDI/AAAAAAAABKM/zGBH3GPQSO8/s400/004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I like to put a coordinating vintage hanky in them, it just seems to balance them out, and it's a great way to display my vintage hankies too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/TRye4K-HF4I/AAAAAAAABKE/ZdxfGvRdI7Y/s1600/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556490728123078530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/TRye4K-HF4I/AAAAAAAABKE/ZdxfGvRdI7Y/s400/005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My sister gave me this little girl head vase for Christmas this year! Isn't she adorable? I love that she's pink, AND ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/TRye39IVMOI/AAAAAAAABJ8/JVPRiuHayyI/s1600/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556490724407849186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/TRye39IVMOI/AAAAAAAABJ8/JVPRiuHayyI/s400/008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; she actually has her umbrella attached! I've NEVER seen one of these with her umbrella. Usually you see them with just the base, which kind of looks like a piece of candy (if you use your imagination!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/TRye3q2riVI/AAAAAAAABJ0/w5aiwIqnklU/s1600/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556490719501977938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/TRye3q2riVI/AAAAAAAABJ0/w5aiwIqnklU/s400/009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My sister said the umbrella just kind of balances on the top, and is really wobbly, which is probably why you never see them anymore, they just fell off and got lost or broken. She solved the problem by gluing it on, I hope that doesn't make anyone cringe, but I'm glad she did, or I probably would have broken it by now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/TRye3apXoqI/AAAAAAAABJs/wQmSpmpDqBc/s1600/010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556490715151180450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/TRye3apXoqI/AAAAAAAABJs/wQmSpmpDqBc/s400/010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;She left the sticker on to show me the unbelievable price she paid for it ... she was so proud of the bargain she got ... and rightly so! In our family, it's not about how much you spend for the gift ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/TRye3Gh9pGI/AAAAAAAABJk/Q5Hg0nZPWRE/s1600/011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556490709751407714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/TRye3Gh9pGI/AAAAAAAABJk/Q5Hg0nZPWRE/s400/011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;... can you believe it? $0.97! WOW! I was IMPRESSED. Every Friday she goes Goodwill hopping, I think she visits 3 of them, and she's always finding good stuff. I think I'll be joining her one Friday real soon ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wishing you all a very Happy New Year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&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/8858538753889155604-884012000848275307?l=josiesniece.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josiesniece.blogspot.com/feeds/884012000848275307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8858538753889155604&amp;postID=884012000848275307' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858538753889155604/posts/default/884012000848275307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858538753889155604/posts/default/884012000848275307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josiesniece.blogspot.com/2010/12/vtt-lady-head-vases.html' title='VTT - Lady Head Vases'/><author><name>Margie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15545922706804035368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/SNVlyKesU8I/AAAAAAAAAWU/HEzJ53rUkk4/S220/Josies+niece.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/TRyfCdO9QDI/AAAAAAAABKM/zGBH3GPQSO8/s72-c/004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8858538753889155604.post-8334236303704599349</id><published>2010-12-28T10:49:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T21:41:18.280-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sad but True</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;We knew it couldn't last ... but it was sooo much fun we wished it could ... that's right ... Christmas Vacation is over ... time to get back to reality! Mr. PartsMan headed back to work this morning ... must keep those Chevy's (and other GM vehicles) on the road, you know! And I got back to work attacking those mounds of laundry that piled up over the last 4 days. I wonder sometimes how 2 people can create that much laundry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sometimes after a long vacation I'm ready to get back into my routine and dig into the work, I always miss my Mr, but having a routine is a good thing, things just seem to spin out of control when there's no routine around here.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;We did have fun while it lasted though ... staying up late watching old Christmas movies ... stuffing ourselves with leftovers from my mom's Christmas dinner ... staying warm and cozy during the "blizzard" ... and of course, hitting the after Christmas sales yesterday! I MUST share our best BUY of the day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For 29 yrs I've wanted a holiday set of dishes, but for various reasons, we never bought a set. As we were shopping at Boscov's yesterday, looking for a plain white set of every day dishes, this set caught Mr. PartsMan's eye:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555925051193100354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/TRqcZcMPCEI/AAAAAAAABJE/MK92zzuuWRg/s400/Winterberry%2BDish%2Bset.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's Winterberry by Pfaltzgraff. I think this pattern  has been around for about 20 yrs, but I don't remember seeing it before. We both fell in love with it . We bought 2 sets of the dishes&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555925051085187762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 244px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 244px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/TRqcZbygarI/AAAAAAAABJM/lvH51IY4WWo/s400/Winterberry%2BServing%2BTray.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;this wonderful serving tray&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555925056135288562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 244px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 244px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/TRqcZumi1vI/AAAAAAAABJU/vfyG1MgLfn0/s400/Winterberry%2BSugar%2BCreamer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;and the sugar and creamer set.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nice thing about it, is since it's been around for so many years, there are so many pieces to add to my set! Yippee! Anyway, we saved SO MUCH money! The dishes sold for $140 and we got them for around $30 each. The tray was around $120 and we got it for around $30. We ended up getting all these pieces for the regular price of one of the dish sets. 75% off is a GOOD THING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8858538753889155604-8334236303704599349?l=josiesniece.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josiesniece.blogspot.com/feeds/8334236303704599349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8858538753889155604&amp;postID=8334236303704599349' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858538753889155604/posts/default/8334236303704599349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858538753889155604/posts/default/8334236303704599349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josiesniece.blogspot.com/2010/12/sad-but-true.html' title='Sad but True'/><author><name>Margie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15545922706804035368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/SNVlyKesU8I/AAAAAAAAAWU/HEzJ53rUkk4/S220/Josies+niece.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/TRqcZcMPCEI/AAAAAAAABJE/MK92zzuuWRg/s72-c/Winterberry%2BDish%2Bset.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8858538753889155604.post-523359035994801701</id><published>2010-12-25T09:10:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-25T09:18:48.922-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Greatest Gift</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/TRX7tFaWMzI/AAAAAAAABI0/uHVLE8JaCcY/s1600/Nativity.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554622467396743986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 334px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/TRX7tFaWMzI/AAAAAAAABI0/uHVLE8JaCcY/s400/Nativity.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;The Greatest Gift&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You ask what I'm wanting for Christmas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;What gift I would like to acquire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;A gift that would thrill my whole being&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;And satisfy every desire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;Well, just such a Gift has already&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;Been given - and it is my own;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;For no greater gift could be given&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;And no greater love could be shown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;Than when God the father gave Jesus,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;His only, His well-Beloved Son,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;To suffer in my place on Calvary,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;To pay for the sins I had done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;O Gift over all gifts transcending!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;O Gift dear and precious, divine!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Unspeakable Gift God has given&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;To all who believe - and He's mine!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And since this great Gift I've accepted,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;To me God has given, beside,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A life never ending, eternal;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A promise with Him to abide.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;He gives sweetest peace 'mid life's conflict,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;In days filled with peril and fear;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Gives joy day by day in His service;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;In sorrow gives comfort and cheer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;His presence is with me each moment,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;He satisfies full my needs;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Gives grace for each test; bears my burdens,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And gently my footsteps He leads.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What gift could I ask, then, beside Him?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Could man such a gift e'er afford?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh no! God in mercy has given&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The greatest gift - Jesus, my Lord!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;-Georgia Knick Home, Christian Cilppings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8858538753889155604-523359035994801701?l=josiesniece.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josiesniece.blogspot.com/feeds/523359035994801701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8858538753889155604&amp;postID=523359035994801701' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858538753889155604/posts/default/523359035994801701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858538753889155604/posts/default/523359035994801701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josiesniece.blogspot.com/2010/12/greatest-gift.html' title='The Greatest Gift'/><author><name>Margie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15545922706804035368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/SNVlyKesU8I/AAAAAAAAAWU/HEzJ53rUkk4/S220/Josies+niece.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/TRX7tFaWMzI/AAAAAAAABI0/uHVLE8JaCcY/s72-c/Nativity.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8858538753889155604.post-353378360832583014</id><published>2010-12-23T15:44:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T15:55:47.258-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Vintage Thingy Thursday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm linking this post to the &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://coloradolady.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Coloradolady's Vintage Thingy Thursday&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;. This looks like so much fun, and I've been wanting to join up for a while, so here goes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister gave this treasure to me. She buys things, gets tired of them, then gives them to me. I was so happy when she decided she didn't want this music box anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a bottle brush tree, that measures 15 inches high&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553982138358783042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/TRO1VB29XEI/AAAAAAAABIo/E1VeYh56uEI/s400/004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;on the bottom it says "Swiss Music Box" and at one time it played Adeste Fideles. It played a little bit when she first gave it to me, but unfortunately, I couldn't get it to work today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's white with glittery silver tips and a garland of little "shiny brites" winding the whole way down the tree.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Thanks for stopping by! Please do visit again, and have yourself a wonderful, blessed Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8858538753889155604-353378360832583014?l=josiesniece.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josiesniece.blogspot.com/feeds/353378360832583014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8858538753889155604&amp;postID=353378360832583014' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858538753889155604/posts/default/353378360832583014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858538753889155604/posts/default/353378360832583014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josiesniece.blogspot.com/2010/12/vintage-thingy-thursday.html' title='Vintage Thingy Thursday'/><author><name>Margie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15545922706804035368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/SNVlyKesU8I/AAAAAAAAAWU/HEzJ53rUkk4/S220/Josies+niece.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/TRO1VB29XEI/AAAAAAAABIo/E1VeYh56uEI/s72-c/004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8858538753889155604.post-4478102379030616164</id><published>2010-12-21T16:45:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-21T19:59:42.873-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Who Doesn't Love Vintage Barbie?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;I thought I'd share this treasure of mine with you all. I LOVE vintage Barbie. The dolls AND the graphics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few years ago, I splurged on myself and bought these:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/TREiPfgU7_I/AAAAAAAABIQ/xvvyh86Y1_w/s1600/Barbie%2BTrading%2BCards%2Bbox.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553257465075003378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 232px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/TREiPfgU7_I/AAAAAAAABIQ/xvvyh86Y1_w/s400/Barbie%2BTrading%2BCards%2Bbox.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ever since I saw them the first time, I knew I had to have them at some point. So when I found a box of them in MINT condition, my hubby gave me the go ahead ... and when I say I splurged on them ... I mean SPLURGED! Not something I do that often, let me tell you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were made in 1962 by Dynamic Toy Inc. in New York, and they measure almost 5 1/2 x 3 1/2, so they are a really nice size. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I thought I'd share the 3 Christmas ones. They have these wonderful pictures on the front and then on the back are tips and hints on all kinds of things relating to the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Here they are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;#1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553260561006321698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 235px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/TRElDsv34CI/AAAAAAAABIg/mV07wNpon-U/s400/Barbie%2BChristmas%2B0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/TREh2w0KR_I/AAAAAAAABIA/wZCPudpzBXM/s1600/Christmas%2BBarbie%2B1b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553257040224864242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 236px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/TREh2w0KR_I/AAAAAAAABIA/wZCPudpzBXM/s400/Christmas%2BBarbie%2B1b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;#2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/TREh2XxUTII/AAAAAAAABH4/QxiYBomrjRY/s1600/Christmas%2BBarbie%2B2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553257033502051458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 233px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/TREh2XxUTII/AAAAAAAABH4/QxiYBomrjRY/s400/Christmas%2BBarbie%2B2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/TREh1vQODXI/AAAAAAAABHw/GxUS0RP-n1c/s1600/Christmas%2BBarbie%2B2b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553257022625811826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 237px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/TREh1vQODXI/AAAAAAAABHw/GxUS0RP-n1c/s400/Christmas%2BBarbie%2B2b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;#3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/TREh1ceWqAI/AAAAAAAABHo/feJKTHZwuZM/s1600/Christmas%2BBarbie%2B3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553257017584822274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 233px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/TREh1ceWqAI/AAAAAAAABHo/feJKTHZwuZM/s400/Christmas%2BBarbie%2B3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/TREh1ImTMWI/AAAAAAAABHg/xE-LQY7OGgY/s1600/Christmas%2BBarbie%2B3b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553257012249440610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/TREh1ImTMWI/AAAAAAAABHg/xE-LQY7OGgY/s400/Christmas%2BBarbie%2B3b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aren't they wonderful? I hope you enjoyed them! I'll be sharing the other ones throughout the year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&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;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8858538753889155604-4478102379030616164?l=josiesniece.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josiesniece.blogspot.com/feeds/4478102379030616164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8858538753889155604&amp;postID=4478102379030616164' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858538753889155604/posts/default/4478102379030616164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858538753889155604/posts/default/4478102379030616164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josiesniece.blogspot.com/2010/12/who-doesnt-love-vintage-barbie.html' title='Who Doesn&apos;t Love Vintage Barbie?'/><author><name>Margie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15545922706804035368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/SNVlyKesU8I/AAAAAAAAAWU/HEzJ53rUkk4/S220/Josies+niece.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/TREiPfgU7_I/AAAAAAAABIQ/xvvyh86Y1_w/s72-c/Barbie%2BTrading%2BCards%2Bbox.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8858538753889155604.post-265449124284785374</id><published>2010-12-09T12:07:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T20:35:49.690-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Puzzling Good Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I have been trying to write this post for weeks now ... it's not a difficult post to write ... it's just that things keep pulling me away from it. So here goes ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waaaaaayyy back BEFORE Thanksgiving ... I got the idea to buy a puzzle or two ... simple ones ... 100 pieces ... no more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548731416912670578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/TQEN00MhL3I/AAAAAAAABGo/PWASWmp95w4/s400/005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Then I took snack baggies (I wanted something clear so they wouldn't open an envelope and all the pieces fall on the floor and possibly lose some of them) and decorated them with beautiful foil leaf stickers (remember, it was waaaaaayyy back before Thanksgiving, that I did this)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/TQEN19bw7xI/AAAAAAAABG4/a6EtG5KhCoU/s1600/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548731436572405522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/TQEN19bw7xI/AAAAAAAABG4/a6EtG5KhCoU/s400/008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; I also wrote each name on one of the baggies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/TQEN1rmJ2NI/AAAAAAAABGw/o2jNDL_7pug/s1600/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548731431784143058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/TQEN1rmJ2NI/AAAAAAAABGw/o2jNDL_7pug/s400/006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;then I divided up the pieces and placed them in the baggies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548731445442258386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/TQEN2eegJdI/AAAAAAAABHA/wiGqzjEnt3Y/s400/010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548732254616675570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/TQEOlk4t5PI/AAAAAAAABHI/98Ah7Vg2FdM/s400/011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and mailed them out in these envelopes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548731414857311714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/TQEN0sie5eI/AAAAAAAABGg/s-fSaozDZYg/s400/003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;along with a card that read:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanksgiving wouldn't be complete without YOU&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and neither would our fun!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So bring your pieces on Thursday&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So we can get the WHOLE puzzle done!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bit corny, I know, but everybody LOVED it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made sure I had 2 puzzles, just in case someone forgot their pieces, so we would at least have a puzzle to put together. I also made sure I put OUR puzzle pieces in my bag ahead of time so it wouldn't be ME that forgot her pieces!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hubby couldn't believe I was mailing the pieces out. I told him it brings a certain excitement, an anticipation that wouldn't be there if I just showed up with a puzzle in a box. And I was RIGHT! Everybody was anxious to put it together after the meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, in case you think our family is made up of puzzle enthusiasts, you're wrong! This was the first time we put a puzzle together ... together! and it was ALOT of fun. The people I thought wouldn't be interested were the most interested and actually the BEST at putting it together!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We DID have some complications ... which just made it even more fun, and helped create an even better memory:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister from North Carolina had told me the week before that she put her puzzle pieces in her suitcase RIGHT AWAY so she wouldn't forget them ... we had the puzzle ALMOST finished and she was still looking for her hubby's pieces ... and they were no where to be found!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW he is a big jokester, and he was not there, but he was having the meal with HIS family ... so we figured he was playing a good joke on us by taking his pieces and hiding them ...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;She called him and he said he didn't take them ... but you could tell he thought it was a PRETTY GOOD IDEA! Anyway, he found them out in the car where they must have fallen out of her bag the night before when they stayed over at a Hotel!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ended up putting the other EXTRA puzzle together!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the original puzzle:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552888293910129874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/TQ_Se5vwLNI/AAAAAAAABHQ/xPk8IENTM2s/s400/001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And this was the one we were able to actually finish together:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552888301858095074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/TQ_SfXWsf-I/AAAAAAAABHY/Svp2c3itjeo/s400/002.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aren't they adorable? They came in a box with 10 puzzles inside! There are 100, 300, and 500 piece puzzles in the box. I bought it at Walmart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wanted to share this idea, because it would work for any holiday get together, or birthday party, or any occasion where people are getting together to have some fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know it's going to be a new tradition in our family ... they were already asking me to do it again for Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8858538753889155604-265449124284785374?l=josiesniece.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josiesniece.blogspot.com/feeds/265449124284785374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8858538753889155604&amp;postID=265449124284785374' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858538753889155604/posts/default/265449124284785374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858538753889155604/posts/default/265449124284785374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josiesniece.blogspot.com/2010/12/puzzling-good-time.html' title='A Puzzling Good Time'/><author><name>Margie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15545922706804035368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/SNVlyKesU8I/AAAAAAAAAWU/HEzJ53rUkk4/S220/Josies+niece.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/TQEN00MhL3I/AAAAAAAABGo/PWASWmp95w4/s72-c/005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8858538753889155604.post-3730590080086594791</id><published>2010-11-24T21:04:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T22:09:22.295-05:00</updated><title type='text'>McDuff ... My Kitchen Helper</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What a busy day! I'm tired, but I feel like I got alot accomplished!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I made 2 desserts to take to my mom's for the meal tomorrow. I made brownies and this delicious Graham Cracker Pudding ... so simple ... but so yummy ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543304435224082466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/TO3GA59g-CI/AAAAAAAABGE/Mz63ZC8HmC0/s400/006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;as you can see, I had a helper. He was licking up any and all graham cracker crumbs that fell on the floor ... which was quite a bit of them ... and he's looking up to see if there are any more coming his way ... I think you can actually see a bit of wet floor where he was helping mommy to clean up ... :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543304365853905314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/TO3F83iYEaI/AAAAAAAABFs/FjyRJfgKQjs/s400/002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;after preparing the graham cracker crumbs and adding them to the pudding, comes McDuff's very favorite part! The whipped cream! I caught him trying to reach that last little bit of it off his nose ... he's such a good helper ... (although I DID have to clean my whole kitchen floor and rugs before the day was over ... don't you just love a freshly cleaned kitchen?)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/TO3GHFzjZ-I/AAAAAAAABGM/2ShiEF7kTc8/s1600/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543304541482739682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/TO3GHFzjZ-I/AAAAAAAABGM/2ShiEF7kTc8/s400/008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My next project was getting my little goody boxes ready for tomorrow. I had some fancy Chinese food containers and loaded them up with little goodies for everybody, and added name tags. I found some cute little items, pencil sharpener, mini kaleidoscope, mini yo-yo, little puzzle, mini card games (Old Maid, Snap, Memory Game), stencils, candy bars ... I don't remember what all I put in there, but I know my sisters will LOVE it! We're just big kids at heart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543304412210688194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/TO3F_kOscMI/AAAAAAAABF0/RGeUuW5nFGA/s400/003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Since I have name tags on them, mom is using them on top of the plates so everybody knows where to sit. Won't they be surprised to see we're having Chinese take-out for Thanksgiving? hehehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/TO3GAj-eAnI/AAAAAAAABF8/LHhDwAjLhAY/s1600/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543304429322502770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/TO3GAj-eAnI/AAAAAAAABF8/LHhDwAjLhAY/s400/004.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;After supper, and some more cleaning, hubby and I played 3 rounds of the mini Memory game! What fun we had! :) It's a good game to stimulate our tired minds! And he was happy because he won 2-1. That's okay, I'll beat him tomorrow ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now I'm tired and ready to relax, but first I have a little poem to share:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;THANKSGIVING&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dear Lord - I'm thankful for the home&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I knew in early youth,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Where I first heard from Mother's lips&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The story of Your truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm thankful for the fellowship&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;With friends who ever hold&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Within their hearts Your gift of love,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;As world events unfold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm thankful for Your peace that stills&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My heart, and light that guides&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My course, as chaos rushes by&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;On swiftly changing tides.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But thankful most - for faith that looks&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Beyond a mortal sky&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To truth - to Your unchanging truth&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;That cannot ever die!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Sarah Mizelle Morgan&lt;/em&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/8858538753889155604-3730590080086594791?l=josiesniece.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josiesniece.blogspot.com/feeds/3730590080086594791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8858538753889155604&amp;postID=3730590080086594791' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858538753889155604/posts/default/3730590080086594791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858538753889155604/posts/default/3730590080086594791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josiesniece.blogspot.com/2010/11/mcduff-my-kitchen-helper.html' title='McDuff ... My Kitchen Helper'/><author><name>Margie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15545922706804035368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/SNVlyKesU8I/AAAAAAAAAWU/HEzJ53rUkk4/S220/Josies+niece.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/TO3GA59g-CI/AAAAAAAABGE/Mz63ZC8HmC0/s72-c/006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8858538753889155604.post-2915946855712857777</id><published>2010-11-23T16:10:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T19:34:48.180-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Signs of the Season</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Here are some pictures I took over the last few weeks, but hadn't gotten a chance to post yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;All the leaves came down off the Magnolia tree...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/TOwwLPGnzPI/AAAAAAAABFE/wc6E03k2mJM/s1600/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542858210977238258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/TOwwLPGnzPI/AAAAAAAABFE/wc6E03k2mJM/s400/002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;McDuff was enjoying them! He likes to walk through them, sniff them, root in them with his nose, and do other "doggie" things to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/TOwwKXuhSyI/AAAAAAAABE8/XNYYECCeJks/s1600/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542858196112198434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/TOwwKXuhSyI/AAAAAAAABE8/XNYYECCeJks/s400/004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;McDuff has to be on a leash when he's out on the sidewalk , we don't want to take any chances on him going out on the road ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These leaves are all picked up by now and on their way to becoming compost in the garden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/TOwwKAqOjfI/AAAAAAAABE0/w5ojJ8tvNRg/s1600/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542858189920177650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/TOwwKAqOjfI/AAAAAAAABE0/w5ojJ8tvNRg/s400/006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I love the neighbor's tree, it is so golden, it simply glows! Notice that gorgeous blue sky!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/TOwwJmhQeUI/AAAAAAAABEs/IOiAEdm81GU/s1600/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542858182903232834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/TOwwJmhQeUI/AAAAAAAABEs/IOiAEdm81GU/s400/009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The sky was SO blue that day, peeking above the tree line! NOT a cloud in the sky!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/TOwvOghStkI/AAAAAAAABEk/v9NgwKpV_hc/s1600/019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542857167680484930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/TOwvOghStkI/AAAAAAAABEk/v9NgwKpV_hc/s400/019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;McDuff was enjoying one of the last really warm days on the screened-in deck. This is one of his favorite spots ... he can see the sidewalk and street from there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/TOwvNwTkMqI/AAAAAAAABEc/oY1joRzd1HU/s1600/026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542857154738008738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/TOwvNwTkMqI/AAAAAAAABEc/oY1joRzd1HU/s400/026.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; Something exciting must have been happening out there, he's on alert!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/TOwvMcxp2aI/AAAAAAAABEU/tz2gaN-NSL4/s1600/034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542857132315629986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/TOwvMcxp2aI/AAAAAAAABEU/tz2gaN-NSL4/s400/034.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The pool area and gazebo are all tucked in for the winter ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/TOwvLjc25hI/AAAAAAAABEM/1iL69rtfk5U/s1600/040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542857116927583762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/TOwvLjc25hI/AAAAAAAABEM/1iL69rtfk5U/s400/040.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and so is the garden beyond it ... all those leaves are down and picked up by now ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/TOwvK5TvyKI/AAAAAAAABEE/ejXjWcge_6U/s1600/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542857105615079586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/TOwvK5TvyKI/AAAAAAAABEE/ejXjWcge_6U/s400/005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;AND, one of the biggest signs of the season ... the pellet stove is turned on, giving us a nice warm, cozy house ... well, at least a couple of rooms anyway ... it's hard to heat this big, OLD house!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. It worked! I DID only shop in the grocery aisles at Walmart today ... except for the magazine ... I had to walk past them and see a magazine I wanted ... but that doesn't really count! :) does it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&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/8858538753889155604-2915946855712857777?l=josiesniece.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josiesniece.blogspot.com/feeds/2915946855712857777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8858538753889155604&amp;postID=2915946855712857777' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858538753889155604/posts/default/2915946855712857777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858538753889155604/posts/default/2915946855712857777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josiesniece.blogspot.com/2010/11/signs-of-season.html' title='Signs of the Season'/><author><name>Margie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15545922706804035368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/SNVlyKesU8I/AAAAAAAAAWU/HEzJ53rUkk4/S220/Josies+niece.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/TOwwLPGnzPI/AAAAAAAABFE/wc6E03k2mJM/s72-c/002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8858538753889155604.post-4986044583314637171</id><published>2010-11-21T14:30:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T21:06:44.725-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Uncle Funky's and More</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well, I didn't bag a &lt;a href="http://josiesniece.blogspot.com/2010/11/going-turkey-hunting.html"&gt;turkey&lt;/a&gt; yesterday, but we DID visit Uncle Funky's Thrift Shop! wOw! I will be going back there again! Like the name says, it's pretty fUnKy! There's lots and lots of vintage clothing, and anything and everything else you could possibly think of, mainly of the 70s era!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What fun! My home is definitely not 70-ish, but it certainly was fUn to look around and we DID find something buy-worthy, my hubby fell in love with this little dog plaque:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542183335981111026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/TOnKYV0-VvI/AAAAAAAABDk/naqscfYqXio/s400/009.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;isn't he cute?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we were in the downtown area, we decided to stop at the Re-Uzit shop and looky what I found there!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542182932736389554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/TOnKA3n8MbI/AAAAAAAABC0/WAUr-Ijp8Oo/s400/001.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;6 Gooseberry Patch cook books! I got all 6 for $23!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542182943062112610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/TOnKBeFyOWI/AAAAAAAABC8/-r7o2crUK24/s400/002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542182948495020162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/TOnKByVF0II/AAAAAAAABDM/-ABU7hF2EUk/s400/004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542182945771728306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/TOnKBoLzrbI/AAAAAAAABDE/1ARiyBeThC4/s400/003.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;As we were driving around on our other errands, I was reading some of the recipes to my dear hubby, and his eyes would get so big as I read all those tempting possibilities for breakfasts and suppers! Now ... all I have to do is ... get cOoKiNg!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been finding all kinds of inexpensive goodies lately. I have been searching for quite some time for a new set of dishes, actually I need to get 2 sets, because I want enough for 8 place settings. I'm not sure what exactly it is that I want, I just know I'll know it when I see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Have you seen the Better Homes and Gardens ads for the Harvest 2010 collection? Oh, those place settings are breath-taking!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542184973902249314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/TOnL3rjzfWI/AAAAAAAABDs/WLA622dMfAk/s400/BHG%2Bplate.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I thought seriously about buying one of those lovely sets. But there were 2 problems. 1) I couldn't decide which color I wanted; and 2) I really couldn't afford to buy a set that I would really only want to use in the Fall.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOOOOOooooooo, I compromised! While shopping at Walmart, I saw the set on display.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohhhhhh, it was even more pretty than I thought! Since all the pieces were solid colors, except for the smaller plates, I decided to just get 8 of those and use my white plates that I already have to use underneath them! Voila ~ The pErFeCt solution! I ended up getting 2 of each color, except for the purple, they only had one left, so I need to find one more of those.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542182988438200114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/TOnKEHISXzI/AAAAAAAABDU/Q-xtHNRdVL0/s400/006.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm thinking of decorating my kitchen with these lovely plates, they will look beautiful above my sink and brighten up my kitchen!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my way over to the grocery section at Walmart, another BH&amp;amp;G lovely item caught my eye! A new quilt for my bed, priced at ... are you ready for this? $20!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always use a white matelasse coverlet on my bed, and just change pillowcases, and a blanket or quilt at the bottom of the bed to change things around for the different seasons. So I bought this quilt:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542187275109315570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/TOnN9oOUs_I/AAAAAAAABD8/9GH3LVJjay4/s400/BHG%2Bquilt.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I LOVE it! It's one of those quilts that is so nice and light, but so snuggly wArM, you just fall asleep right away and sleep so snuggly all night long, and don't want to get out of bed in the morning! ahhhhhhhh, worth EVERY penny!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom bought one, a different one, and she said if it doesn't fit her bed, or if she just doesn't like it, she'll give it to me, but, she LoVeS hers too! I wouldn't mind having one for on my sofa, so we can snuggle up under it while we're watching tv!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh dear, I need to stop shopping! I've been saving money on my groceries by going to Walmart, but my personal budget is suffering!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been repeating this to myself all weekend, getting ready for grocery shopping on Tuesday ... "GO TO THE GROCERY AISLES ... GO DIRECTLY TO THE GROCERIES ... DO NOT PASS THE HOME DECOR AISLE ... DO NOT PASS THE MAGAZINE AND BOOK AISLE ... DO NOT PASS THE CRAFT SECTION ... GO DIRECTLY TO THE GROCERY SECTION ..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;yeah, right, I'll let you know how THAT works out!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I also found these wonderful glass jars, at the Reading China &amp;amp; Glass Outlet, to keep my baked goodies in, maybe not such a good idea to be able to see them, too tempting! But they look nice on my counter top!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542183331680237922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/TOnKYFzkOWI/AAAAAAAABDc/ddhH4nobzZE/s400/008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8858538753889155604-4986044583314637171?l=josiesniece.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josiesniece.blogspot.com/feeds/4986044583314637171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8858538753889155604&amp;postID=4986044583314637171' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858538753889155604/posts/default/4986044583314637171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858538753889155604/posts/default/4986044583314637171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josiesniece.blogspot.com/2010/11/uncle-funkys-and-more.html' title='Uncle Funky&apos;s and More'/><author><name>Margie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15545922706804035368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/SNVlyKesU8I/AAAAAAAAAWU/HEzJ53rUkk4/S220/Josies+niece.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/TOnKYV0-VvI/AAAAAAAABDk/naqscfYqXio/s72-c/009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8858538753889155604.post-8292152753474299167</id><published>2010-11-18T20:35:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T21:35:56.616-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Going Turkey Hunting</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/TOcZxlLL94I/AAAAAAAABCc/WotMSSP1Rt0/s1600/Turkey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541426206086002562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 361px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/TOcZxlLL94I/AAAAAAAABCc/WotMSSP1Rt0/s400/Turkey.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yep, you heard right! I'm going turkey hunting, and if it takes me a YEAR, I'm going to bag me a TURKEY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I won't be taking a gun ... no, not bow and arrows, either ... all I'm taking is some cash or a credit card ... I won't be bagging my turkey in field or forest ... no, sir, not me ... my turkey will be found in a flea market or thrift shop!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You see, I've been seeing so many lovely, colorful turkeys ... glass turkeys, ceramic turkeys, painted turkeys, turkey platters, feathered turkeys, and even REAL turkeys ... and I must confess the only turkey I own is this one:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541452421699384290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/TOcxnh8es-I/AAAAAAAABCk/4Qez-bghd-U/s400/003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;I LOVE this turkey, but he PALES in comparison to the ones I've been seeing in all the lovely FALL blog posts lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DID make THIS one, but I don't think he really counts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541452431477482354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/TOcxoGXwo3I/AAAAAAAABCs/gACFmK9Fb38/s400/004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So the HUNT is ON! Starting this weekend, I'm going TURKEY hunting! By this time next year, I hope to have a bright, beautiful TURKEY of some kind to help bring beauty and cheer to my home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I think I've found the PeRfEcT place to start my hunt tomorrow! I saw a sign in the post office today about a new thrift shop! It's called "Uncle Funky's Thrift Shop"! I don't know about you, but I absolutely cannot resist checking it out! I just KNOW there's going to be some goodies waiting there for me tomorrow, even if it's not a turkey!&lt;/em&gt;&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/8858538753889155604-8292152753474299167?l=josiesniece.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josiesniece.blogspot.com/feeds/8292152753474299167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8858538753889155604&amp;postID=8292152753474299167' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858538753889155604/posts/default/8292152753474299167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858538753889155604/posts/default/8292152753474299167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josiesniece.blogspot.com/2010/11/going-turkey-hunting.html' title='Going Turkey Hunting'/><author><name>Margie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15545922706804035368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/SNVlyKesU8I/AAAAAAAAAWU/HEzJ53rUkk4/S220/Josies+niece.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/TOcZxlLL94I/AAAAAAAABCc/WotMSSP1Rt0/s72-c/Turkey.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8858538753889155604.post-6073709093736636530</id><published>2010-11-18T15:53:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T17:18:48.609-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Time Keeps Moving on</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/TOWkwR4oFQI/AAAAAAAABCU/-rDltuuDNCk/s1600/leaf%2Bbouquet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541016065890850050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 223px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/TOWkwR4oFQI/AAAAAAAABCU/-rDltuuDNCk/s400/leaf%2Bbouquet.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can't believe how much time has gone by since I posted last. There have been so many things I've wanted to share, but time has just not allowed me to do so ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the last time I posted, I made my decision to turn my customers over to another ... and it was definitely the right decision! I thought it would free up some time ... and it will ... once I get caught up with things. It has taken me all this time to turn things over to her, help her get to know my customers a little ... take stock of my inventory ... do returns ... turn my dining room back into a dining room ... YAY! ... and so on and so on it goes ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And any free time I've had has been spent cooking good meals for my sweet hubby who deserves each and every one of them when he gets home from a hard days work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So having said all that, I breathe a big sigh of relief ... as things will hopefully be getting more back to normal around here!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Here's a sweet little poem I came across and want to share with you:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541016061768244754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 292px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 331px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/TOWkwChuHhI/AAAAAAAABCM/W3GRcTtwLRo/s400/small%2Bharvest%2Bboy%2Band%2Bgirl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;Picture from the little book "We Thank Thee"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Harvest&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pumpkins in the field row&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Become filling in the pie.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Apples in the orchard&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Are gleaned from trees on high.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Roses in the garden&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Offer fragrance and delight&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Raising spirits in the sunlight,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lending solace in the night.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If plants from fields and gardens&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Give themselves without reserve&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Never questioning or doubting&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Whether we deserve&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To receive their bounteous blessings&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bestowed without complaint&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Surely, we, the Father's first fruits&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Can be shared without restraint.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-&lt;/em&gt; Paul Avinger&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/8858538753889155604-6073709093736636530?l=josiesniece.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josiesniece.blogspot.com/feeds/6073709093736636530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8858538753889155604&amp;postID=6073709093736636530' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858538753889155604/posts/default/6073709093736636530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858538753889155604/posts/default/6073709093736636530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josiesniece.blogspot.com/2010/11/time-keeps-moving-on.html' title='Time Keeps Moving on'/><author><name>Margie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15545922706804035368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/SNVlyKesU8I/AAAAAAAAAWU/HEzJ53rUkk4/S220/Josies+niece.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/TOWkwR4oFQI/AAAAAAAABCU/-rDltuuDNCk/s72-c/leaf%2Bbouquet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8858538753889155604.post-4053988469059951385</id><published>2010-10-16T20:30:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-16T21:30:32.604-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Difficult Decision</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/TLpLoI2mU_I/AAAAAAAABBc/uPJn-PQZ8FY/s1600/girl+praying.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528814645494043634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 221px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/TLpLoI2mU_I/AAAAAAAABBc/uPJn-PQZ8FY/s320/girl+praying.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; I don't like to make decisions. At least not potentially life changing decisions. Small ones, like what to have for supper, no problem. But the ones that are irreversible ... well ... those I hate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have been praying over a decision that needs to be made ... getting some good counsel ... and discussing it with my poor hubby and mom, repeatedly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I think I've made up my mind, and I'm ready to take action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;For the past year and a half I've been in sales ... I've gotten a good customer base ... was doing fairly well. But lately sales have been slowing down ... and I've been getting more and more dissatisfied with things ... not because sales are down ... more because I haven't been able to juggle everything like I want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I haven't been able to keep up with my house or yard like I want to ... I don't get to spend as much time with my hubby as I used to ... I have not been able to do work for my pastor like he needs me to ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So ... I think it's time to let go ... turn my customers over to someone else ... and get back to being a housewife and church secretary ... and just possibly go in a different business direction ... one that will be more on MY schedule ... it's time for more creativity in my life ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm starting to feel a peace about my decision ... so I will keep moving forward in this direction ... while continuing to pray ... because only when we go in His direction are we truly happy ... so I will continue to seek God's will about it while moving forward ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(the adorable picture is from "My Book of Prayers" )&lt;/em&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/8858538753889155604-4053988469059951385?l=josiesniece.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josiesniece.blogspot.com/feeds/4053988469059951385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8858538753889155604&amp;postID=4053988469059951385' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858538753889155604/posts/default/4053988469059951385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858538753889155604/posts/default/4053988469059951385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josiesniece.blogspot.com/2010/10/difficult-decision.html' title='A Difficult Decision'/><author><name>Margie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15545922706804035368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/SNVlyKesU8I/AAAAAAAAAWU/HEzJ53rUkk4/S220/Josies+niece.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/TLpLoI2mU_I/AAAAAAAABBc/uPJn-PQZ8FY/s72-c/girl+praying.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8858538753889155604.post-3334311586054097987</id><published>2010-10-08T09:34:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-08T10:13:40.584-04:00</updated><title type='text'>McDuff's Obsession</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Last Saturday McDuff got a new toy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His toys are called "baby". To say he gets obssessed over his newest baby is an understatement. When we give him a new toy, we have to plan when the best time is to give it to him. When he will be the least annoying to us; when we are able to watch him carefully with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some new babies get ripped apart within the first 5 minutes. Other babies are coddled and loved carefully like his newest one is: &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/TK8ejC7FbMI/AAAAAAAABBM/5ZVJq8mMesE/s1600/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525668855235833026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/TK8ejC7FbMI/AAAAAAAABBM/5ZVJq8mMesE/s400/003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;See how he has it between his teeth? He kept it there all day Saturday, even when he laid his head down, that "baby" was between his teeth. Even when I gave him a treat, "baby" was in his mouth, and the treat bounced off of "baby".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might be thinking, "how aDoRaBlE!" And it is, except for the fact that while "baby" is in his mouth, McDuff is crying ... constantly ... he never stops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's crying because he wants to bury "baby" and so he walks around the house with it between his teeth, crying constantly, and looking for places to "bury" it. He hides it behind cushions on the sofa, then puts the cushion back, sometimes he "buries" it behind chairs or under tables, and sometimes he just "buries" it right out in the open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But "baby" never stays buried for long, after a few seconds, it's back in his mouth, he's crying again, and the whole process repeats ... for hours ... sometimes for days ... he'll go to bed at night and the next morning when his pen door is opened, he races down to find "baby" ... ALWAYS remembering where he left it the night before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've learned NOT to FIND the buried baby ... if we see it, we pretend we DON'T see it, because if he even THINKS you see it, he picks it up ... and starts the process all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See why I said we have to time it perfectly? You don't want to give it to him when you're just about to sit down and relax for the evening! Last Saturday I was busy working inside so I could keep an eye on him and make sure that it wasn't a "baby" that would be ripped apart in the first few minutes, then my focus changed on making sure he didn't ruin any furniture or carpet while in the process of finding a spot to bury "baby".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/TK8eigfSHpI/AAAAAAAABBE/g3HpbgZCRhY/s1600/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525668845992418962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/TK8eigfSHpI/AAAAAAAABBE/g3HpbgZCRhY/s400/004.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Here he's laying on the couch with "baby", he's between Wen and myself. I made a move to get the camera and he thought I was going to take "baby".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/TK8eiiIT9FI/AAAAAAAABA8/2blWiYjKDcs/s1600/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525668846432941138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/TK8eiiIT9FI/AAAAAAAABA8/2blWiYjKDcs/s400/006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; I guess he trusted me enough to fall asleep ... either that or he's just plain exhausted! You know how a new baby tires you out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/TK8eiGt1JsI/AAAAAAAABA0/1Ix_CyHHvcU/s1600/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525668839074113218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/TK8eiGt1JsI/AAAAAAAABA0/1Ix_CyHHvcU/s400/009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; I must have been getting too close, because he moved his paw on top of "baby" to protect it, and he also has one eye slightly open, keeping an eye on me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every once in a while he will get in a mood where he chews on it mercilessly, and I think, Oh no! He's going to get pieces off, and then I will have to take it from him (and believe me, that is another whole ordeal!) But this toy seems to be extremely tough ... but ... we're going to stop at the store this weekend and buy all they have, so we have back ups, just in case!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8858538753889155604-3334311586054097987?l=josiesniece.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josiesniece.blogspot.com/feeds/3334311586054097987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8858538753889155604&amp;postID=3334311586054097987' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858538753889155604/posts/default/3334311586054097987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858538753889155604/posts/default/3334311586054097987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josiesniece.blogspot.com/2010/10/mcduffs-obsession.html' title='McDuff&apos;s Obsession'/><author><name>Margie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15545922706804035368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/SNVlyKesU8I/AAAAAAAAAWU/HEzJ53rUkk4/S220/Josies+niece.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/TK8ejC7FbMI/AAAAAAAABBM/5ZVJq8mMesE/s72-c/003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8858538753889155604.post-4770695762948830395</id><published>2010-10-03T17:32:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T19:26:46.920-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Autumn Leaves</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/TKkPKjCaj9I/AAAAAAAABAI/FIqbPYevAcE/s1600/Autumn+Church.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523963091825102802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 323px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/TKkPKjCaj9I/AAAAAAAABAI/FIqbPYevAcE/s400/Autumn+Church.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Autumn Leaves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Upon the breeze, the autumn leaves&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Are carried thither, yon;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;They rest at last, upon the grass&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;One moment ... then they're gone.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;They're tossed about and in and out&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;They fly across the way;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And up and down, they sail around -&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The wind they must obey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now, if you please, the autumn leaves&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Are much like most of us;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We're tossed about by fear and doubt&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And things we rare discuss.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This need not be, for you and me -&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There is a surer way;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Solid Rock, will bear the shock&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;No matter what the fray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He who believes is not like leaves&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;That drift with every wind,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;His faith is fixed, in God unmixed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;With doubts that Satan sends.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He walks with God, while earth he trods&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He's led by pow'r divine;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When life is through, beyond the blue&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He'll dwell in lands sublime.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-&lt;/em&gt;Carl C. Williams, Sr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663300;"&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/8858538753889155604-4770695762948830395?l=josiesniece.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josiesniece.blogspot.com/feeds/4770695762948830395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8858538753889155604&amp;postID=4770695762948830395' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858538753889155604/posts/default/4770695762948830395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858538753889155604/posts/default/4770695762948830395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josiesniece.blogspot.com/2010/10/autumn-leaves.html' title='Autumn Leaves'/><author><name>Margie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15545922706804035368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/SNVlyKesU8I/AAAAAAAAAWU/HEzJ53rUkk4/S220/Josies+niece.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/TKkPKjCaj9I/AAAAAAAABAI/FIqbPYevAcE/s72-c/Autumn+Church.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8858538753889155604.post-4226747930471450345</id><published>2010-10-01T14:37:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T20:34:06.777-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happiness is ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;... a warm puppy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/TKYuWQ8ykiI/AAAAAAAABAA/70YtlJ5KFr4/s1600/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523152953058431522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/TKYuWQ8ykiI/AAAAAAAABAA/70YtlJ5KFr4/s400/001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;doesn't he look sooooo snuggly? (too bad he doesn't let me snuggle him, hopefully when he gets a little older)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/TKYuVraA8nI/AAAAAAAAA_w/fZ-_Dwjisxc/s1600/011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523152942980461170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/TKYuVraA8nI/AAAAAAAAA_w/fZ-_Dwjisxc/s400/011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;one of my customers gave me this little pumpkin, isn't it a beauty? Notice the chippy paint on my porch ... that IS in style isn't it? Well, maybe not on a porch ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/TKYuVVR1fkI/AAAAAAAAA_o/Y2MRVe3qpvo/s1600/013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523152937040576066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/TKYuVVR1fkI/AAAAAAAAA_o/Y2MRVe3qpvo/s400/013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;here's the other pumpkin she gave me, they were the nicest I've seen in a long time. I love my impatiens this year too, after the squirrel incident (where they uprooted the one plant), they really went to town! I swept my porch today, but didn't get it washed yet ... that storm we had yesterday was a doozy ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/TKYuVMTCz-I/AAAAAAAAA_g/Q-EGpltJ8F8/s1600/016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523152934629724130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/TKYuVMTCz-I/AAAAAAAAA_g/Q-EGpltJ8F8/s400/016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I got 2 of these painted crocks years ago, I just love them, and hate to think about putting them away for the winter. I wish I could remember where I got them, I would like to have a couple more ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523152041185079810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/TKYthL9PcgI/AAAAAAAAA-4/HdRa4w-oTKI/s400/007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Last Saturday we went to our fAvOrItE flea market, it was EXTRAVAGANZA weekend! yippee! It was a BeAuTiFuL day and you can see the parking lot was full.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523152045274150722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/TKYthbMJt0I/AAAAAAAAA_A/iDmNL7TsFoM/s400/004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is such a fun place to be, and chock FULL of goodies ... and so beautiful under all the trees, but you need to wear your helmet, because the acorns are coming down! We got pelted on the head a few times!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/TKYth2a5MaI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/7jdjayip8Wc/s1600/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523152052583739810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/TKYth2a5MaI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/7jdjayip8Wc/s400/006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let's peek through the trees to see what's for sale!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/TKYthmd-g4I/AAAAAAAAA_I/efPXlMitYRA/s1600/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523152048301704066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/TKYthmd-g4I/AAAAAAAAA_I/efPXlMitYRA/s400/003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ooooh! Lots and lots of stuff! I hardly knew where to begin! Looks like those ladies found something good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523152057778835778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/TKYtiJxgEUI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/O3Z3EuKgf70/s400/008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but I found something better! Look at all the lovely green depression glass!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523152951175785026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/TKYuWJ77qkI/AAAAAAAAA_4/08DRGA0S-Fk/s400/009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and all the candy pink ... sigh ... just makes you have to stop and soak in all that lovely eye candy ... hopefully no falling acorns will shatter any pieces!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We got some really good deals on the goodies we bought. Fall Extrav is soooo much better than the Spring and Summer, because everybody wants to sell before winter, they don't want to have to pack it all up! I'll have to post the goodies later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And tomorrow we're going back there again, they're having "yard sale" day, but it's not your usual "yard sale" junk, no, no, no! It's more of these goodies, just marked down alot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aren't I the lucky one to live about 2 minutes from this wonderful place?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&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/8858538753889155604-4226747930471450345?l=josiesniece.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josiesniece.blogspot.com/feeds/4226747930471450345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8858538753889155604&amp;postID=4226747930471450345' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858538753889155604/posts/default/4226747930471450345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858538753889155604/posts/default/4226747930471450345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josiesniece.blogspot.com/2010/10/happiness-is.html' title='Happiness is ...'/><author><name>Margie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15545922706804035368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/SNVlyKesU8I/AAAAAAAAAWU/HEzJ53rUkk4/S220/Josies+niece.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/TKYuWQ8ykiI/AAAAAAAABAA/70YtlJ5KFr4/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8858538753889155604.post-4134341839388475553</id><published>2010-09-26T19:52:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T21:25:09.744-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Apple Pickin'!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Last Saturday, we went apple pickin'! It was the first time I ever went, and I'm wondering why I've never gone before!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521377110349447474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/TJ_fOnVaATI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/nvaCQjfRquA/s400/010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It was alot of fun ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521386315515514050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/TJ_nmbQBTMI/AAAAAAAAA94/BigVOugO6SY/s400/031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and everyone enjoyed it ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521386317431305506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/TJ_nmiYx9SI/AAAAAAAAA-A/_RZqghV_hDE/s400/033.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;from the youngest (1 yr old Eden) ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521381469262600370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/TJ_jMVjSWLI/AAAAAAAAA9A/9JiQsAyaa10/s400/013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;to the oldest (71 yrs young! my dad) ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521385454262107186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/TJ_m0S1NPDI/AAAAAAAAA9o/EVVzsvJeEdo/s400/025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and those in between!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521385448330846994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/TJ_mz8vFYxI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/uT2b3jdayI4/s400/021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It was serious business for my 2 little nieces ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521381474062276082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/TJ_jMnbnlfI/AAAAAAAAA9I/JMWFudS_zqM/s400/015.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;the trees were loaded with lovely apples ...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521381458787600354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/TJ_jLuh2h-I/AAAAAAAAA8o/vC8jevGRGHE/s400/005.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;just ripe for the pickin'!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/TJ_m0ouvynI/AAAAAAAAA9w/5yjPtRABl8U/s1600/026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521385460140591730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/TJ_m0ouvynI/AAAAAAAAA9w/5yjPtRABl8U/s400/026.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Grammy and Grampy enjoyed the day with their precious granddaughters!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/TJ_m0O0_RqI/AAAAAAAAA9g/KWyRf8wPtoA/s1600/022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521385453187450530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/TJ_m0O0_RqI/AAAAAAAAA9g/KWyRf8wPtoA/s400/022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Gwen found the perfect apple ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521381466529435634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/TJ_jMLXpj_I/AAAAAAAAA84/pHPe4p7bisY/s400/012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and so did big sister Ailish!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521385436339201890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/TJ_mzQEDZ2I/AAAAAAAAA9Q/-oZ4Eno-Rfk/s400/016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My hubby worked so hard, filling that basket by himself ... because of course, I was no help! I was taking all the pictures!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/TJ_jLxIqLEI/AAAAAAAAA8w/4gv4tNC64fo/s1600/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521381459487239234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/TJ_jLxIqLEI/AAAAAAAAA8w/4gv4tNC64fo/s400/008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It was so good to be able to spend a day together surrounded by loved ones, having a good time, out in the fresh air, on a lovely Fall afternoon! It's just not something we do enough of, everyone is so busy all the time. What happened to the good old days when we all got together at least once a week?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/TJ_fPkDwmiI/AAAAAAAAA74/7LJgo1HbK7I/s1600/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521377126649993762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/TJ_fPkDwmiI/AAAAAAAAA74/7LJgo1HbK7I/s400/004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;As soon as we got there, little Eden found the sample basket that was filled with apples, just the right size for her little hands, and before anyone could stop her, she grabbed one and took a bite!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/TJ_fPakpp6I/AAAAAAAAA7w/jde_i9XTMa4/s1600/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521377124103595938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/TJ_fPakpp6I/AAAAAAAAA7w/jde_i9XTMa4/s400/002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;oh dear, looks like it was a little bit on the sour side!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/TJ_fPAS3ZbI/AAAAAAAAA7o/io2gmYrw9g8/s1600/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521377117049677234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/TJ_fPAS3ZbI/AAAAAAAAA7o/io2gmYrw9g8/s400/003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;she didn't give up easily and tried it again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/TJ_fOyEu3pI/AAAAAAAAA7g/-FIFc5WpADc/s1600/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521377113232301714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/TJ_fOyEu3pI/AAAAAAAAA7g/-FIFc5WpADc/s400/001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;looks like the second bite was better than the first! yummy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521386322990273650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/TJ_nm3GJFHI/AAAAAAAAA-I/tRemwU3oARE/s400/034.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;All the happy apple pickers! Minus one - me ... I'm taking the picture - but then again, I really only managed to pick 2 apples! Smile everyone ~ say "APPLE"!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dear hubby managed to pick 40 apples all by himself. He was so proud to get 40 apples for only $7.50! WOW! That helps our grocery budget since we are BIG apple eaters! I'm tired of paying $1.49 to $1.99 a pound at the grocery store. These fresh apples taste SO much better too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I think we started a new family tradition!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I also learned that Knouse Foods Cooperative, Inc is based in nearby Adams County, PA and they sell their apple products under brand names like Musselman's, Lucky Leaf, and Speas Farm. Mott's USA and Ziegler's Cider are also produced here in PA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yes, it was a good day ~ Family ~ Food ~ Fun ~ Facts = a very good day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&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&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8858538753889155604-4134341839388475553?l=josiesniece.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josiesniece.blogspot.com/feeds/4134341839388475553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8858538753889155604&amp;postID=4134341839388475553' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858538753889155604/posts/default/4134341839388475553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858538753889155604/posts/default/4134341839388475553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josiesniece.blogspot.com/2010/09/apple-pickin.html' title='Apple Pickin&apos;!'/><author><name>Margie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15545922706804035368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/SNVlyKesU8I/AAAAAAAAAWU/HEzJ53rUkk4/S220/Josies+niece.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/TJ_fOnVaATI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/nvaCQjfRquA/s72-c/010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8858538753889155604.post-2021475988534815358</id><published>2010-09-25T00:21:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T00:39:35.931-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Pink Fall Saturday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What better way to spend a Fall weekend than apple picking? We didn't find any *pink* apples, but the sun was bright &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;bright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BRIGHT&lt;/span&gt; and our eyes needed to be protected with sunglasses, and little Eden had the best *pink* sunglasses ever&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/TJ15eBiW_3I/AAAAAAAAA7M/j0YHs1LKof0/s1600/033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520702274941681522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/TJ15eBiW_3I/AAAAAAAAA7M/j0YHs1LKof0/s400/033.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;She's a little doll, such a good baby girl keeping those sunglasses on her face the whole time, and she's only a year old!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;She's my great-niece ... am I really that old? Old enough to have a "great"-niece? Goodness ... how did THAT&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPEN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;? Time just slips away while we're not paying any attention to it at all ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hope you have yourself a wonderful *pink* Fall Saturday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Please visit the lovely &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.howsweetthesound.typepad.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Beverly&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; for the list of lovely *pink* posts!&lt;/em&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/8858538753889155604-2021475988534815358?l=josiesniece.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josiesniece.blogspot.com/feeds/2021475988534815358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8858538753889155604&amp;postID=2021475988534815358' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858538753889155604/posts/default/2021475988534815358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858538753889155604/posts/default/2021475988534815358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josiesniece.blogspot.com/2010/09/pink-fall-saturday.html' title='A Pink Fall Saturday'/><author><name>Margie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15545922706804035368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/SNVlyKesU8I/AAAAAAAAAWU/HEzJ53rUkk4/S220/Josies+niece.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/TJ15eBiW_3I/AAAAAAAAA7M/j0YHs1LKof0/s72-c/033.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8858538753889155604.post-8822528201078505259</id><published>2010-08-23T09:38:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T07:08:00.577-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Naughty Squirrels, Corn, and a CSA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We've had ourselves some VERY naughty squirrels this year. There are lots of them around, but there are two in particular that were very naughty, I've named them Chip and Dale.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508600754809972146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/THJ7M1_lpbI/AAAAAAAAA4M/oP__AmTGyD0/s400/100_2892.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It started with this flower pot on the front porch. It looked like they just picked up my plant and threw it down, they didn't even bury any nuts in the pot! I think they did it just for spite, then hid in the tree to watch my reaction!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508616192409713826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/THKJPbiLvKI/AAAAAAAAA6k/3GTzs4QhnuE/s400/100_2914.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;THEN we found corn cobs around the pool ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508616195916297458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/THKJPomN9PI/AAAAAAAAA6s/nBeFKE4P4Hc/s400/100_2917.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and a trail of them in the back yard ...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/THKJP900_II/AAAAAAAAA60/Gx-aeZgi9Zc/s1600/100_2918.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508616201614720130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/THKJP900_II/AAAAAAAAA60/Gx-aeZgi9Zc/s400/100_2918.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and stalks pulled down in the garden! One day I caught them red handed! They were having a corn party, I've never seen happier squirrels in my life, and squirrels normally look like they are having fun! They left a ring of empty cobs around the one tree in the back yard ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508617094230642866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/THKKD7FDELI/AAAAAAAAA68/ad6PjD0rMlM/s400/100_2419.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;then they came up to the pool to get a drink, carrying their empty cobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508600749756534626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/THJ7MjKwT2I/AAAAAAAAA4E/HIIQd8d9dpU/s400/100_2913.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Here's a picture of my poor little hubby, SOOOOO happy to finally have grown some corn, after years of trying! This picture was taken before the squirrels realized we had it in the garden. Yeah, we only had ONE meal with our corn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Luckily this year we joined a CSA (community supported agriculture)! For those who might not know what that is, we paid a fee to our farmer for the year (you can buy a share or a half share), and every week we go over to the farm and pick up our veggies and fruit, and whatever other goodies they might have! They also have fresh eggs each week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508600762916893058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/THJ7NUMbcYI/AAAAAAAAA4U/bCBDhgVcc0o/s400/100_2894.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;They have a little stand where they have all the food displayed ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508600767344224210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/THJ7Nkr_J9I/AAAAAAAAA4c/8Qvk6FpO8eU/s400/100_2895.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yum! Cantaloupes, peaches, peppers, eggplant, and some preserves!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/THKHQAQKJAI/AAAAAAAAA6c/QyVwEsv6iZk/s1600/100_2911.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508614003242968066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/THKHQAQKJAI/AAAAAAAAA6c/QyVwEsv6iZk/s400/100_2911.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everything is organically grown, and I've learned ALOT about our food that is bought in the grocery store ... yuck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/THKHP21Li9I/AAAAAAAAA6U/hZ5-psicP9k/s1600/100_2910.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508614000713894866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/THKHP21Li9I/AAAAAAAAA6U/hZ5-psicP9k/s400/100_2910.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We learned some tricks of the trade for growing our own garden ... they are so helpful in sharing ideas, and teaching us how to grow our corn ... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/THKHPd1c7DI/AAAAAAAAA6M/eCufLQkU64w/s1600/100_2909.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508613994004147250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/THKHPd1c7DI/AAAAAAAAA6M/eCufLQkU64w/s400/100_2909.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I LOVE to go over there each week, it's so beautiful, and we can wander all around ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/THKHPOFetvI/AAAAAAAAA6E/XxgFJKK8WoE/s1600/100_2908.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508613989776406258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/THKHPOFetvI/AAAAAAAAA6E/XxgFJKK8WoE/s400/100_2908.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I envy their swing set ... they are so young they don't even have children of their own yet ... I wanted to take a picture of them, but they are very plain, and I'm not sure if they would allow me to, I didn't want to offend them. They were more than happy for me to take pictures around the farm though! I would love for you to meet them, they are so adorable! It's hard to catch them together because they're very busy. I think it was alot for them to take on the CSA, this was their first year, but they are doing a wonderful job with it, and we will definitely be buying a share again next year ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/THKHO7al-hI/AAAAAAAAA58/8Wy2Yu7h7Iw/s1600/100_2907.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508613984764688914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/THKHO7al-hI/AAAAAAAAA58/8Wy2Yu7h7Iw/s400/100_2907.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;such a beautiful sunflower...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/THJ901ZFv8I/AAAAAAAAA50/IdkccMrtPAY/s1600/100_2906.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508603640866521026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/THJ901ZFv8I/AAAAAAAAA50/IdkccMrtPAY/s400/100_2906.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;more sunflowers ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/THJ90b5RXhI/AAAAAAAAA5s/VkTQyHd-dSU/s1600/100_2905.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508603634022178322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/THJ90b5RXhI/AAAAAAAAA5s/VkTQyHd-dSU/s400/100_2905.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm going to take a swing on that swing set one of these nights!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/THJ90FoOO_I/AAAAAAAAA5k/HgViTEShtoM/s1600/100_2904.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508603628045089778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/THJ90FoOO_I/AAAAAAAAA5k/HgViTEShtoM/s400/100_2904.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;look at all those tomato plants ... they are the BEST tomatoes I've had in ... oh, about 20 years! The grocery store tomatoes have NO taste, I've forgotten what a REAL tomato tastes like!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/THJ9zp8mrQI/AAAAAAAAA5c/V26xq4eHgJs/s1600/100_2903.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508603620614384898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/THJ9zp8mrQI/AAAAAAAAA5c/V26xq4eHgJs/s400/100_2903.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;they really build up their rows, I'm not sure what the benefit of doing that is, I'll have to ask them ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508601891332306754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/THJ8O_3oN0I/AAAAAAAAA5E/tT-hlDLrFKs/s400/100_2900.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;hmmmm ... what might that little building in the background be?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/THJ9zeqUTCI/AAAAAAAAA5U/sgnXwBTsLdc/s1600/100_2902.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508603617584892962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/THJ9zeqUTCI/AAAAAAAAA5U/sgnXwBTsLdc/s400/100_2902.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;it's their mobile chicken coop! I'm fascinated with this! They park this chicken coop wherever they want, put up a temporary fence around it, and then their chickens live there for a while, fertilizing the ground! How cool is that???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/THJ8PAjkDvI/AAAAAAAAA5M/M-VD9y6Izl0/s1600/100_2901.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508601891516583666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/THJ8PAjkDvI/AAAAAAAAA5M/M-VD9y6Izl0/s400/100_2901.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ah ha! There's a lounge chair! A sign that they actually DO get to relax a little bit! This is a side shot of their "Jane" (for decorative purposes only!) and their herb garden ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508600775638776466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/THJ7ODlj-pI/AAAAAAAAA4k/PPDpZtGrc8M/s400/100_2896.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;it's a LOVELY herb garden!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/THJ8OvmGtPI/AAAAAAAAA48/fXsHod9wGME/s1600/100_2899.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508601886963840242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/THJ8OvmGtPI/AAAAAAAAA48/fXsHod9wGME/s400/100_2899.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and we're allowed to go in there and get whatever we want ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/THJ8OXhmS5I/AAAAAAAAA40/63EByTq9vzM/s1600/100_2898.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508601880502487954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/THJ8OXhmS5I/AAAAAAAAA40/63EByTq9vzM/s400/100_2898.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;just look at these beautiful little jewels!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/THJ8N8HAznI/AAAAAAAAA4s/hio7vsDGjX4/s1600/100_2897.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508601873143221874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/THJ8N8HAznI/AAAAAAAAA4s/hio7vsDGjX4/s400/100_2897.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It has been a wonderful experience so far this year! We've been eating lots and lots of squash and zucchini, yum yum! Next year I will be doing some freezing, I just wasn't prepared for it this year, didn't have the time or the room in my freezer, so I will be saving up for a freezer over the winter! We are going to miss all these fresh, delicious veggies during the cold months, and I dread going back to the store bought frozen and canned ones. Ugh. Live and learn! And we did! We learned that we NEED a freezer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It was a very difficult, dry summer, and I'm surprised they had as much variety as they did. For their first year it was a hard one, and I know that some things did not do well for them, but we have been pleased over all, and we definitely ate better this summer than we have in a long time.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I highly recommend joining a CSA!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8858538753889155604-8822528201078505259?l=josiesniece.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josiesniece.blogspot.com/feeds/8822528201078505259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8858538753889155604&amp;postID=8822528201078505259' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858538753889155604/posts/default/8822528201078505259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858538753889155604/posts/default/8822528201078505259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josiesniece.blogspot.com/2010/08/naughty-squirrels-corn-and-csa.html' title='Naughty Squirrels, Corn, and a CSA'/><author><name>Margie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15545922706804035368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/SNVlyKesU8I/AAAAAAAAAWU/HEzJ53rUkk4/S220/Josies+niece.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/THJ7M1_lpbI/AAAAAAAAA4M/oP__AmTGyD0/s72-c/100_2892.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8858538753889155604.post-8828707493995030799</id><published>2010-08-22T11:44:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T23:59:16.817-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Butterflies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt; my butterfly bushes! My sister bought me 2 of them for my birthday about 10 years ago. They are short, chubby little bushes that have white flowers. I haven't seen bushes like them too often, and I just &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt; mine!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508445186212724642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/THHttjzrf6I/AAAAAAAAA30/Dh7FvrpWNLg/s400/100_2926.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You can see how brown our grass is this year, from lack of rain. But my butterfly bushes are still thriving!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/THFH8Mo0oyI/AAAAAAAAA3c/wdIvCVhcnKQ/s1600/100_2925.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508262918760997666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/THFH8Mo0oyI/AAAAAAAAA3c/wdIvCVhcnKQ/s400/100_2925.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love this black butterfly, he's so beautiful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/THFHT0M646I/AAAAAAAAA3U/JB2MnFCMO9c/s1600/100_2924.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508262225006748578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/THFHT0M646I/AAAAAAAAA3U/JB2MnFCMO9c/s400/100_2924.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt; The center butterfly only has 1 and 1/2 wings, I wonder what happened to the other half? I almost cried when I saw him, but I watched and he didn't seem to be affected by it at all, but was able to fly around just like his buddies! &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Amazing&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/THFHTUl15aI/AAAAAAAAA3M/_4qF11n_0NU/s1600/100_2922.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508262216521344418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/THFHTUl15aI/AAAAAAAAA3M/_4qF11n_0NU/s400/100_2922.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;These little bushes are always LOADED with butterflies and bumble bees, among other winged critters!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/THFHTKJ7FUI/AAAAAAAAA3E/DHWs6Pf0mp8/s1600/100_2921.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508262213719889218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/THFHTKJ7FUI/AAAAAAAAA3E/DHWs6Pf0mp8/s400/100_2921.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I remember when I was little, always trying to catch a butterfly! It seemed impossible! My grandmother had a couple of the tall bushes with the purple flowers, and my sisters and I would try to catch one, but every time we got close, they would fly away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/THFHSNa_jsI/AAAAAAAAA28/3fnQKlOs58U/s1600/100_2920.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508447529085696722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/THHv17sH-tI/AAAAAAAAA38/12apvBXk4ds/s400/100_2920.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My butterflies let you get really close to them, and they don't fly away ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/THFHR6zF9pI/AAAAAAAAA20/b8IwcN_nVqM/s1600/100_2919.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508262192417732242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/THFHR6zF9pI/AAAAAAAAA20/b8IwcN_nVqM/s400/100_2919.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My sister says it's like a Disney movie at my house ... when I'm out in the yard with McDuff, they just fly right up to us and all around us, like they are just flying by to say "hi"! Sometimes in the morning there is one hanging on the kitchen window screen, and when I sit on the deck they try to fly in, but bounce off the screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are such lovely, graceful creatures, and I thank God that He blessed us with them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508262930683916770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/THFH85Dd8eI/AAAAAAAAA3s/tLW55Byn6tc/s400/100_2927.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thank you my sweet sister for the wonderful birthday present you gave me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8858538753889155604-8828707493995030799?l=josiesniece.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josiesniece.blogspot.com/feeds/8828707493995030799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8858538753889155604&amp;postID=8828707493995030799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858538753889155604/posts/default/8828707493995030799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858538753889155604/posts/default/8828707493995030799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josiesniece.blogspot.com/2010/08/butterflies.html' title='Butterflies'/><author><name>Margie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15545922706804035368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/SNVlyKesU8I/AAAAAAAAAWU/HEzJ53rUkk4/S220/Josies+niece.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/THHttjzrf6I/AAAAAAAAA30/Dh7FvrpWNLg/s72-c/100_2926.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8858538753889155604.post-206640050176004272</id><published>2010-08-11T16:37:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T18:19:41.833-04:00</updated><title type='text'>3 Good Books!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I just finished reading "The Telling" by Beverly Lewis, the last book in the Seasons of Grace Series. I'm always sad to finish up one of her series, but on the other hand, I can't put her books down, I gobble them up as fast as I can to get onto the next one, they are sooo good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I live in the County that is the setting for all her books, and it is so cool for me to read about places that I'm familiar with ... towns that I've lived in, places I've been to ... and I must say I think I've learned more about the Amish from her books than I learned my entire life, even though I've never lived anywhere else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can't wait for her next book!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/TGMKt-c3v0I/AAAAAAAAA2s/dep8tF1VRW0/s1600/The+Telling+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504254954551361346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 223px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 341px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/TGMKt-c3v0I/AAAAAAAAA2s/dep8tF1VRW0/s400/The+Telling+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The other book that I just read is called "In the Shadow of a Secret" by Lance Wubbels:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/TGMKtlCKr9I/AAAAAAAAA2k/lcekfnbxeeY/s1600/shadow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504254947728469970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 90px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 140px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/TGMKtlCKr9I/AAAAAAAAA2k/lcekfnbxeeY/s400/shadow.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; This book was very, very good! I never read anything by this author before, but went to the library today and picked up another one! I hope it's as good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I enjoyed this book so much because it really showed the difference between someone who just goes to church and claims to be a Christian, and someone who is truly a Christian, and living a Christ-like life. What an eye opener. I think I need to buy a few copies of this book and give it to a few people, maybe then they will be able to understand the difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know so many people who have had a so-called Christian in their lives, that has done damage for the cause of Christ, and now they don't want to have anything to do with church, or with God because of it. No matter how I try to explain the difference between someone who is just a church-goer or one who says they are a Christian without having ANY idea of what it means to follow Christ, or live a Christ-like life, they just don't understand. I think this book would do a good job of helping them to see the difference. I love, LOVE, LOVED this book!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's a shame, but I think most Christians are doing more harm than good most of the time, because we are living so much like the world, we are not different from "the world" like we are supposed to be. Others are supposed to see Christ in US. If we are not showing Him in us, but are doing things, saying things, and living just like everyone else, we are causing so much damage. We are to be different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Believe me, I'm talking to myself on this issue, which is why I want to own a copy of this book for myself, so I can reread it every once in a while, wake myself up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Lord, may I live that all may see&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The love of Christ revealed in me;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And help me flee all sin and shame,&lt;br /&gt;Lest others scoff at Thy dear name."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-D.J.D. (Our Daily Bread, March 1974)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"The Gospel is written a chapter a day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;By deeds that you do and words that you say.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Men read what you say whether faithless or true.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Say, what is the Gospel according to you?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Author Unknown&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/TGMKtVo3DOI/AAAAAAAAA2c/sGduE-ZN6is/s1600/rock+a+bye+Bible.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504254943595793634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 156px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 215px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/TGMKtVo3DOI/AAAAAAAAA2c/sGduE-ZN6is/s400/rock+a+bye+Bible.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Another book I want to get several copies of, is this adorable little book that I found at a yard sale for 50 cents!!! Oh, it is worth soooo much more! It's called "Rock-A-Bye Bible" by Marjorie Ainsborough Decker!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Inside there are nursery rhymes that have been changed and made into godly rhymes! and on the opposite page there are corresponding Bible verses! Oh, have I mentioned how much I LOVE this little book?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Here's an example:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Humpty Dumpty had a great fall;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Humpty Dumpty shouted, "Amen!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;God can put me together again."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then on the opposite page some of the verses that are listed:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"When I fall, I shall arise ... (Micah 7:8)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Though he fall, he shall not be utterly cast down: for the Lord upholdeth him with His hand." (Psalm 37:24)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Arise, go thy way: thy faith hath made thee whole." (Luke 17:19)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"For with God nothing shall be impossible." (Luke 1:37)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Another thing I LOVE, LOVE, LOVE about this little book is that it uses the King James version of the Bible. The ONLY version I will use, and it's very rare to find anything that uses it anymore. But that is a whole other post!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wow, I got so caught up in my books, that I wasn't watching the time, and now dear hungry hubby will be home soon, and I must be sure to have some supper on the table for him, so I better run down to the kitchen and whip something up!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&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/8858538753889155604-206640050176004272?l=josiesniece.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josiesniece.blogspot.com/feeds/206640050176004272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8858538753889155604&amp;postID=206640050176004272' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858538753889155604/posts/default/206640050176004272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858538753889155604/posts/default/206640050176004272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josiesniece.blogspot.com/2010/08/3-good-books.html' title='3 Good Books!'/><author><name>Margie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15545922706804035368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/SNVlyKesU8I/AAAAAAAAAWU/HEzJ53rUkk4/S220/Josies+niece.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/TGMKt-c3v0I/AAAAAAAAA2s/dep8tF1VRW0/s72-c/The+Telling+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8858538753889155604.post-1426827946726388114</id><published>2010-08-10T14:57:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T23:48:43.702-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation in Rome ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;New York, that is! At the beginning of Summer, we packed up the motor home and headed up to New York for a visit with my son. It had been 3 long years since we've seen him, so we were looking forward to the trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We always stay at a beautiful campground called &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.turningstone.com/stay/villagesrvpark.php"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Villages at Turning Stone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; in Verona. It's definitely one of the nicest campgrounds we've ever stayed at.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503864258946788530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/TGGnYf597LI/AAAAAAAAA10/QYlaBmp5gEw/s400/100_2849.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I never realized there was so much marshland in New York.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503858063137761554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/TGGhv2t-6RI/AAAAAAAAAz0/b5uybjzKfaQ/s400/100_2838.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You definitely don't want to have any skin exposed if you're outside after dark! We sat around a fire one night, and hubby and I both had pants on, but short socks, and we were both wearing lovely mosquito bite ankle bracelets for a few days after! Yep, we were pretty miserable with all the scratching we were doing, but it was worth it, because we had a fun time, and the marshmallows were delicious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503860905864089410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/TGGkVUswT0I/AAAAAAAAA0s/-JdkGKY5LxI/s400/100_2844.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do you see those blue paddle boats between the tree branches? Who can resist paddle boats?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503860901469506482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/TGGkVEVAS7I/AAAAAAAAA0k/7ZkCiLIsZG0/s400/100_2846.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We couldn't!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503860919859441730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/TGGkWI1gcEI/AAAAAAAAA08/Y30PighhHac/s400/100_2862.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yes, this is pond scum, but isn't it pretty? I never saw anything like it before! It looked like a solid green carpet. No breaks in it at all. I wonder if any kids think it's solid and step out onto it? Ewwwwww! That would feel pretty awful, I'm sure!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/TGGnYtztt6I/AAAAAAAAA18/WTLNgz6La94/s1600/100_2865.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503864262678656930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/TGGnYtztt6I/AAAAAAAAA18/WTLNgz6La94/s400/100_2865.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Can you find the critter that's hiding in the grass? I call them "banjo frogs" ... at night they sound just like someone is plucking a banjo ... mostly the same note ... but it's fascinating! There are so many of them! And every once in a while you'll hear a "plop!" when one hops into the water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/TGGkWvn8iwI/AAAAAAAAA1E/d0BgCVWjl8A/s1600/100_2863.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503860930271546114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/TGGkWvn8iwI/AAAAAAAAA1E/d0BgCVWjl8A/s400/100_2863.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Awwww, I love this picture! McDuff just LOVES Mike! He had a good time, too! (He wanted to chase the frogs, but he couldn't figure out where they were, hehehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503864264037578658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/TGGnYy3tN6I/AAAAAAAAA2E/Kpm_9pDLeTk/s400/100_2870.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;One of the days we were there, Mike took us to Star Hill. It was absolutely beautiful up there! You could see so far away, and the clouds kept moving and changing the scenery. Ahhhh, it was breathtaking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503864274077750738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/TGGnZYReFdI/AAAAAAAAA2M/lhQFirRRc-8/s400/100_2876.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And a very BRIGHT, sunny day! I look mad here, but I'm not, I just turned around and the sun was right in my eyes! Nice shot honey! hehehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503864280008805490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 395px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/TGGnZuXizHI/AAAAAAAAA2U/bLvM5GIMQ9M/s400/Mike+SH2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We had a great time, but, as visits with a loved one go, it went by all too quickly! Hopefully we will get to go up there again in the near future, but for now, we have lots of pictures and memories!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8858538753889155604-1426827946726388114?l=josiesniece.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josiesniece.blogspot.com/feeds/1426827946726388114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8858538753889155604&amp;postID=1426827946726388114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858538753889155604/posts/default/1426827946726388114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858538753889155604/posts/default/1426827946726388114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josiesniece.blogspot.com/2010/08/vacation-in-rome.html' title='Vacation in Rome ...'/><author><name>Margie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15545922706804035368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/SNVlyKesU8I/AAAAAAAAAWU/HEzJ53rUkk4/S220/Josies+niece.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/TGGnYf597LI/AAAAAAAAA10/QYlaBmp5gEw/s72-c/100_2849.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8858538753889155604.post-6461831524149254328</id><published>2010-01-25T15:46:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T16:07:20.580-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Check the Calendar!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/S14Dph2KvHI/AAAAAAAAAx0/NRLLxLSKz4I/s1600-h/Springtime.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430782212650482802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 317px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/S14Dph2KvHI/AAAAAAAAAx0/NRLLxLSKz4I/s400/Springtime.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is it still January? It feels more like April today! With temperatures close to 60 degrees and lots of rain and wind this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But then ... oh ... then the sun came shining through all those clouds this afternoon! Big and bright and warm. Yes, it will be getting cold again. And I'm sure it will go right back to feeling like January.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But God, I thank you from the bottom of my heart, for giving me that wonderful taste of spring today, in the middle of a long, dark, dreary winter season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It reminds me of how You give us little bits of "springtime" in our hearts in the midst of our "wintertime's" of troubles and trials.&lt;/em&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/8858538753889155604-6461831524149254328?l=josiesniece.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josiesniece.blogspot.com/feeds/6461831524149254328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8858538753889155604&amp;postID=6461831524149254328' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858538753889155604/posts/default/6461831524149254328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858538753889155604/posts/default/6461831524149254328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josiesniece.blogspot.com/2010/01/check-calendar.html' title='Check the Calendar!'/><author><name>Margie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15545922706804035368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/SNVlyKesU8I/AAAAAAAAAWU/HEzJ53rUkk4/S220/Josies+niece.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/S14Dph2KvHI/AAAAAAAAAx0/NRLLxLSKz4I/s72-c/Springtime.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8858538753889155604.post-8654130115553486647</id><published>2010-01-22T23:43:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T03:21:28.360-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A "be ... kissable" Pink Saturday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;For links to lots of pink goodness, please visit Beverly at &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.howsweetthesound.typepad.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;How Sweet the Sound&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;! Thank you Beverly!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My pink today is Avon's "be ... kissable" gift set. I especially LOVE the pink fragrance bottle!!! Isn't it cute?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/S1p-pwxf1uI/AAAAAAAAAxk/nO4ARmXvZuA/s1600-h/Be+Kissable.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429791556680799970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 304px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/S1p-pwxf1uI/AAAAAAAAAxk/nO4ARmXvZuA/s320/Be+Kissable.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The gift set consists of a little tub of "Sassy Souffle Body Creme", a tube of "Seductive Bubbles Shower Gel" and the Eau de Toilette Spray, all for $15!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You can shop for them &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://youravon.com/mmessick"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;here&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; For free shipping (on any size order) use the code FSANY at checkout.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;AND ... Have a lovely PINK Saturday!!! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;P.S. Avon is committing $1 million for earthquake relief efforts in Haiti. The Avon  Foundation for Women plans to distribute the donations equally to the American Red Cross International Response Fund and Doctors without Borders, and the funds will be used for immediate and basic human needs - water, food, and medical help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8858538753889155604-8654130115553486647?l=josiesniece.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josiesniece.blogspot.com/feeds/8654130115553486647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8858538753889155604&amp;postID=8654130115553486647' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858538753889155604/posts/default/8654130115553486647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858538753889155604/posts/default/8654130115553486647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josiesniece.blogspot.com/2010/01/be-kissble-pink-saturday.html' title='A &quot;be ... kissable&quot; Pink Saturday'/><author><name>Margie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15545922706804035368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/SNVlyKesU8I/AAAAAAAAAWU/HEzJ53rUkk4/S220/Josies+niece.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/S1p-pwxf1uI/AAAAAAAAAxk/nO4ARmXvZuA/s72-c/Be+Kissable.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8858538753889155604.post-395333978853641325</id><published>2009-11-06T20:22:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T20:33:34.121-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Special Treat Today</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I had such a lovely treat today! My beautiful niece, Christie, came over with her precious little baby girl! My niece is such a talented, creative, young woman, who has such a sweet spirit, and is a natural at being a mommy! Eden is a very lucky baby girl!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/SvTMTMS4awI/AAAAAAAAAxc/SHAwXkcXgHQ/s1600-h/100_2608.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401166483214068482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/SvTMTMS4awI/AAAAAAAAAxc/SHAwXkcXgHQ/s400/100_2608.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just look at this adorable little face! Oh those chubby little cheeks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/SvTMS6a6j7I/AAAAAAAAAxU/bD_1YiD2Jds/s1600-h/100_2607.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401166478415925170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/SvTMS6a6j7I/AAAAAAAAAxU/bD_1YiD2Jds/s400/100_2607.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; Such an adorable, little sweet pea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/SvTMSjx6LyI/AAAAAAAAAxM/grZy7CDSpP8/s1600-h/100_2606.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401166472338353954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/SvTMSjx6LyI/AAAAAAAAAxM/grZy7CDSpP8/s400/100_2606.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/SvTMSSw0goI/AAAAAAAAAxE/u9YgtMgwnck/s1600-h/100_2605.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401166467770385026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/SvTMSSw0goI/AAAAAAAAAxE/u9YgtMgwnck/s400/100_2605.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Christie is just starting out with her Etsy store, so please stop by and visit her there often at&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop/vivalafreedom"&gt;Poor Chick&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know she will appreciate it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8858538753889155604-395333978853641325?l=josiesniece.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josiesniece.blogspot.com/feeds/395333978853641325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8858538753889155604&amp;postID=395333978853641325' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858538753889155604/posts/default/395333978853641325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858538753889155604/posts/default/395333978853641325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josiesniece.blogspot.com/2009/11/special-treat-today.html' title='A Special Treat Today'/><author><name>Margie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15545922706804035368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/SNVlyKesU8I/AAAAAAAAAWU/HEzJ53rUkk4/S220/Josies+niece.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/SvTMTMS4awI/AAAAAAAAAxc/SHAwXkcXgHQ/s72-c/100_2608.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8858538753889155604.post-7175176350829139132</id><published>2009-11-04T06:38:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T07:24:31.695-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Riddance ... Neighbor!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;They came in the spring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody knew they were coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quietly, stealthily, they started to build their home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too close for comfort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't know until it was too late to do anything about it. If we had known, we surely would have thwarted their efforts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400218722308685490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/SvFuUPyffrI/AAAAAAAAAw0/lPAr8hXLk6U/s400/100_2489.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My brother offered to annihilate them, but I was scared. I didn't want him to get hurt. I wanted my hubby dear to pay someone to make them go away, but money was too tight, and besides, I really didn't want them dead, I just wanted them to go away!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400218716425470450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/SvFuT530wfI/AAAAAAAAAws/TXWPqI32j50/s400/100_2486.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;They stayed through the summer. I kept an eye on them whenever I took the trash out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched over my dear hubby when he mowed the lawn, afraid they would attack out of sheer nastiness. But fortunately, they held their tempers in check and we remained safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now they are gone! And I say good riddance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400218707493483042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/SvFuTYmRciI/AAAAAAAAAwk/kVITrV0sAzY/s400/100_2576.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;They left as quietly as they came, abandoning the home they worked so hard at creating. They blew a hole right through it in their haste to leave!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400218725133864818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/SvFuUaUET3I/AAAAAAAAAw8/wvFMIXIxi9w/s400/100_2601.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;P.S. Truthfully, I'm glad we left them alone. I was afraid of them at first, but we left them alone, and they left us alone. I didn't want chemicals used on them. There's too many chemicals used in our yards already. And when it came down to it, I just couldn't kill them. (If they had shown any sign of aggression and our safety had been threatened, we would have had to do something about them, but they didn't)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God made them, and they have a purpose. But I do hope next year they choose another tree, one that is not so close to our house!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's amazing the work that goes into the making of their home, and how beautiful and intricate it is. Only a Creator God could instill the knowledge into an insect to build something like this! Evolution? PHOOEY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8858538753889155604-7175176350829139132?l=josiesniece.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josiesniece.blogspot.com/feeds/7175176350829139132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8858538753889155604&amp;postID=7175176350829139132' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858538753889155604/posts/default/7175176350829139132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858538753889155604/posts/default/7175176350829139132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josiesniece.blogspot.com/2009/11/good-riddance-neighbor.html' title='Good Riddance ... Neighbor!!!'/><author><name>Margie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15545922706804035368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/SNVlyKesU8I/AAAAAAAAAWU/HEzJ53rUkk4/S220/Josies+niece.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/SvFuUPyffrI/AAAAAAAAAw0/lPAr8hXLk6U/s72-c/100_2489.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8858538753889155604.post-8763593688157002435</id><published>2009-10-31T01:26:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T01:54:27.028-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pink Saturday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's Saturday, and that means it's time for more Pink! Can you ever get enough of pink? I don't think so!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This week I want to share this beautiful doll with you! She is made exclusively for Avon by Madame Alexander. Her name is Natalie, and she's 18 inches tall and posable. I think she would look cute sitting against my pillows at the top of my bed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/SuvLIUACu9I/AAAAAAAAAwU/3PHKs3qPnzw/s1600-h/M+Alex+Dolls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398631922001951698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 156px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/SuvLIUACu9I/AAAAAAAAAwU/3PHKs3qPnzw/s400/M+Alex+Dolls.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Isn't her outfit adorable? And guess what? A matching outfit is available for little girls. I love that little pink reversible vest! Isn't it cute? I wish the skirt came in "big girl" sizes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398631926508885682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 270px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/SuvLIkylFrI/AAAAAAAAAwc/eEgf4pUI7fA/s400/Scan10007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There are 2 other dolls and they too, are wearing outfits that are available in little girl sizes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Beverly, for hosting all this pink fun, please visit her at &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://howsweetthesound.typepad.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;How Sweet the Sound&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;to see more fun pinkness! There are around 150 pink places to visit this week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&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/8858538753889155604-8763593688157002435?l=josiesniece.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josiesniece.blogspot.com/feeds/8763593688157002435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8858538753889155604&amp;postID=8763593688157002435' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858538753889155604/posts/default/8763593688157002435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858538753889155604/posts/default/8763593688157002435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josiesniece.blogspot.com/2009/10/pink-saturday_31.html' title='Pink Saturday'/><author><name>Margie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15545922706804035368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/SNVlyKesU8I/AAAAAAAAAWU/HEzJ53rUkk4/S220/Josies+niece.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/SuvLIUACu9I/AAAAAAAAAwU/3PHKs3qPnzw/s72-c/M+Alex+Dolls.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8858538753889155604.post-7388312771308568214</id><published>2009-10-29T23:39:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T06:56:05.589-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Stubborn</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/SupgQ3V1VQI/AAAAAAAAAwM/FDby71QDDXU/s1600-h/McDuff+on+black+rug+3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398232946206659842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/SupgQ3V1VQI/AAAAAAAAAwM/FDby71QDDXU/s400/McDuff+on+black+rug+3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; Stubborn? That sweet, little, innocent-looking, fuzzy-faced thing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh yes, my little McDuff is one stubborn boy. He is very strong-willed. Knows exactly what he wants, and wants it now.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Most of the time he is obedient. He will sit, and stay. He will come when called.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But put his leash on him and take him outside and that's when the trouble starts. He wants to go his own way. He pulls and pulls, straining his little neck against the leash. Going as far as I will allow him to go, and then some.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;For his own safety, he is only allowed to go as far as I let him. Sometimes he wants to go into the street. Other times he wants to go into the dirt, or a pile of leaves, or my flower bed. Or, yuck, right into a pile of another dog's poo. Ewwww.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When he is pulling hard, if I allow him to go just a little bit further, to where he wants to go, is he then satisfied? No. He wants to go just a bit further! It's never far enough!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sometimes God allows little doggies to illustrate points to us. When I was outside with McDuff this morning, being pulled up and down the sidewalk, and all over the yard, I started to realize that I can be just like McDuff.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Stubborn. Self-willed. Pulling and straining against God. When I listen to Him and stay inside His will for my life, I will be safe, nothing will happen to me that He doesn't allow, it will always be what is best for me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But when I keep pulling to go my own way, do my own thing, there's danger there. I might go into dirt that I don't really want to go into, or wander into a flower bed and do damage to some precious, beautiful flowers. Or perhaps I might wander into the street where I could seriously get hurt. Or, yes, I might even step into some other "dog's" poo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sometimes I start to pull a little further and God lets me go, doesn't He? He lets us make our own choices in life, and sometimes I keep pulling further and further away, not satisfied with just a little bit. Until I discover that I'm far from where I should be, and I have the difficult job of finding my way back to where I was. Having to undo the damage that I may have done, which sometimes is impossible to do. Other times it's just a matter of wiping my shoes clean, so to speak.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;McDuff needs to learn to listen to me, the one who loves him enough to take care of him, the one who watches over him, and keeps him safe. The one who loves him enough to discipline him and bring him back to where he belongs.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I need to learn to listen to God, the One who loves me enough to take care of me, the one who watches over me, and keeps me safe. The One who loves me enough to discipline me and bring me back to where I belong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8858538753889155604-7388312771308568214?l=josiesniece.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josiesniece.blogspot.com/feeds/7388312771308568214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8858538753889155604&amp;postID=7388312771308568214' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858538753889155604/posts/default/7388312771308568214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858538753889155604/posts/default/7388312771308568214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josiesniece.blogspot.com/2009/10/stubborn.html' title='Stubborn'/><author><name>Margie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15545922706804035368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/SNVlyKesU8I/AAAAAAAAAWU/HEzJ53rUkk4/S220/Josies+niece.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/SupgQ3V1VQI/AAAAAAAAAwM/FDby71QDDXU/s72-c/McDuff+on+black+rug+3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8858538753889155604.post-8458604013207782387</id><published>2009-10-29T09:30:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T09:42:59.128-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Worry - Don't Do It!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/SumZfXtSyYI/AAAAAAAAAwE/8YtPKw77SS0/s1600-h/Autumn+Trees.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398014392599234946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 272px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/SumZfXtSyYI/AAAAAAAAAwE/8YtPKw77SS0/s400/Autumn+Trees.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Blessed is the man that trusteth in the Lord, and whose hope the Lord is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For he shall be as a tree planted by the waters, and that spreadeth out her roots by the river, and shall not see when heat cometh, but her leaf shall be green; and shall not be careful [anxious, worried] in the year of drought, neither shall cease from yielding fruit."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Jeremiah 17:7-8)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Worry presents us with the dual temptation to distrust God and to substitute fear for practical action. Worry means paying attention to what we cannot change instead of putting our energies to work in effective ways. Jesus made it clear that worry takes away from life rather than adding anything to it. We can counteract worry by doing what we can and trusting where we can't. When we work for God and wait on His timing, we won't have time to worry. When we seek first to honor God as King and conform our lives to His righteousness, worry will always find us otherwise occupied."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-Life Application Bible Commentary - Matthew&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;by Bruce B. Barton&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you a worrier? Maybe you would benefit from the book I'm reading -&lt;br /&gt; "Breaking the Worry Habit ... Forever (God's Plan for Lasting Peace of Mind)"&lt;br /&gt;by Elizabeth George&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elizabeth George is one of my favorite authors. Do yourself a favor and check out her website: &lt;a href="http://www.elizabethgeorge.com/"&gt;www.ElizabethGeorge.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&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/8858538753889155604-8458604013207782387?l=josiesniece.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josiesniece.blogspot.com/feeds/8458604013207782387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8858538753889155604&amp;postID=8458604013207782387' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858538753889155604/posts/default/8458604013207782387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858538753889155604/posts/default/8458604013207782387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josiesniece.blogspot.com/2009/10/worry-dont-do-it.html' title='Worry - Don&apos;t Do It!'/><author><name>Margie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15545922706804035368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/SNVlyKesU8I/AAAAAAAAAWU/HEzJ53rUkk4/S220/Josies+niece.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/SumZfXtSyYI/AAAAAAAAAwE/8YtPKw77SS0/s72-c/Autumn+Trees.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8858538753889155604.post-7629815538803000282</id><published>2009-10-26T07:05:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T07:10:29.507-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Autumn Thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/SuWC9CczG-I/AAAAAAAAAv0/WpA_0HFhTsw/s1600-h/Fall+church.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396863713614699490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 279px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/SuWC9CczG-I/AAAAAAAAAv0/WpA_0HFhTsw/s400/Fall+church.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"He would walk to the church under the maple trees whose leaves, yellow and scarlet, had formed a rustling carpet on the ground. He kicked the leaves as he walked, just as he used to when he was a boy. The wonderful once-a-year sound of the rustling leaves! The best pleasures were such as this, the ones so simple you couldn't really mention them to anyone but yourself." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#990000;"&gt;-A Hungry Man Dreams&lt;br /&gt;Margaret Lee Ruhbeck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8858538753889155604-7629815538803000282?l=josiesniece.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josiesniece.blogspot.com/feeds/7629815538803000282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8858538753889155604&amp;postID=7629815538803000282' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858538753889155604/posts/default/7629815538803000282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858538753889155604/posts/default/7629815538803000282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josiesniece.blogspot.com/2009/10/autumn-thoughts.html' title='Autumn Thoughts'/><author><name>Margie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15545922706804035368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/SNVlyKesU8I/AAAAAAAAAWU/HEzJ53rUkk4/S220/Josies+niece.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/SuWC9CczG-I/AAAAAAAAAv0/WpA_0HFhTsw/s72-c/Fall+church.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8858538753889155604.post-5188227348827655607</id><published>2009-10-24T00:03:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T00:12:09.238-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pink Saturday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Welcome again to another Pink Saturday! My pink this week is found in my lovely flowers that hubby gave me for our Anniversary last Saturday. There are beautiful yellow flowers, too, but my favorites are the pink snapdragons!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396012993624692914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/SuJ9OnhkWLI/AAAAAAAAAvk/gU6dCmXRYO0/s400/100_2558.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Since I used this picture in another post earlier this week, I wasn't going to use these for my Pink Saturday post, but I'm afraid I'm coming down with something, and just didn't feel up to taking any pictures tonight. Hopefully a good night's sleep will take care of it!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;For more lovely pinkness, please visit our hostess Beverly at &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.howsweetthesound.typepad.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;How Sweet the Sound&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;!&lt;/em&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/8858538753889155604-5188227348827655607?l=josiesniece.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josiesniece.blogspot.com/feeds/5188227348827655607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8858538753889155604&amp;postID=5188227348827655607' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858538753889155604/posts/default/5188227348827655607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858538753889155604/posts/default/5188227348827655607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josiesniece.blogspot.com/2009/10/pink-saturday.html' title='Pink Saturday'/><author><name>Margie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15545922706804035368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/SNVlyKesU8I/AAAAAAAAAWU/HEzJ53rUkk4/S220/Josies+niece.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/SuJ9OnhkWLI/AAAAAAAAAvk/gU6dCmXRYO0/s72-c/100_2558.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8858538753889155604.post-8887288145047270353</id><published>2009-10-23T06:15:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T06:35:05.411-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Rare Quiet Moment ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;... a break from barking&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/SuGDDkXtAbI/AAAAAAAAAvc/G_CaGzHmnwE/s1600-h/100_2537.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395737925892506034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/SuGDDkXtAbI/AAAAAAAAAvc/G_CaGzHmnwE/s400/100_2537.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; only watching ... and waiting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/SuGDDjzRKJI/AAAAAAAAAvU/UyWShCF19jg/s1600-h/100_2535.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395737925739686034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/SuGDDjzRKJI/AAAAAAAAAvU/UyWShCF19jg/s400/100_2535.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; irresistibly ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/SuGDDYl3abI/AAAAAAAAAvM/wrgZg1940Wc/s1600-h/100_2527.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395737922730682802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/SuGDDYl3abI/AAAAAAAAAvM/wrgZg1940Wc/s400/100_2527.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;adorable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/SuGDC8n42zI/AAAAAAAAAvE/X_XLXUXlVsg/s1600-h/100_2524.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395737915222973234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/SuGDC8n42zI/AAAAAAAAAvE/X_XLXUXlVsg/s400/100_2524.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; favorite barking spot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/SuGDCuAQCVI/AAAAAAAAAu8/ct-sYnDvQfo/s1600-h/100_2513.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395737911298623826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/SuGDCuAQCVI/AAAAAAAAAu8/ct-sYnDvQfo/s400/100_2513.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;McDuff's favorite hobby is barking. It used to be eating, but lately he's been passing up the bribes, I mean treats, that I give him to distract him from barking! That's ok, he's so adorable, we love him anyway!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8858538753889155604-8887288145047270353?l=josiesniece.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josiesniece.blogspot.com/feeds/8887288145047270353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8858538753889155604&amp;postID=8887288145047270353' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858538753889155604/posts/default/8887288145047270353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858538753889155604/posts/default/8887288145047270353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josiesniece.blogspot.com/2009/10/rare-quiet-moment.html' title='A Rare Quiet Moment ...'/><author><name>Margie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15545922706804035368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/SNVlyKesU8I/AAAAAAAAAWU/HEzJ53rUkk4/S220/Josies+niece.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/SuGDDkXtAbI/AAAAAAAAAvc/G_CaGzHmnwE/s72-c/100_2537.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8858538753889155604.post-5202416829627813586</id><published>2009-10-22T06:17:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T06:46:13.111-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to Normal</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well, it was back to normal yesterday. Vacation is over. Time to get back into the routine of life! We had a glorious 4 days off together to celebrate our anniversary. We didn't go anywhere special or really do anything special, we just were together, doing whatever we wanted to do at the moment. Shopping, sleeping, watching a movie, and eating lasagna! (which was delicious!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm left to cleaning up the house after 4 days of doing minimal housework! It was quite a mess yesterday. I got caught up on all the dishes and laundry, now to just get rid of all that extra paper that seems to accumulate if you don't stay on top of it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wanted to share some pictures of the beautiful flowers that Wen got for me on Saturday:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395371025187842978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/SuA1XIvBq6I/AAAAAAAAAuc/M5RZNScFw38/s400/100_2559.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395371028126414514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/SuA1XTrotrI/AAAAAAAAAuk/C-UUYstf29k/s400/100_2558.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395371035393451330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/SuA1XuwO5UI/AAAAAAAAAus/ecSBxEWrRco/s400/100_2557.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395371036007157698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/SuA1XxCjT8I/AAAAAAAAAu0/8iuGICHZFRA/s400/100_2556.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;aren't they lovely? I just adore snapdragons, I couldn't believe he was able to get an arrangement with them in. And something in there smells so sweet, when I open the bedroom door in the morning I can smell them right away! I wish I could spray something over the whole arrangement and freeze it just like this so that I could keep it forever! The colors are just so perfect for my mantle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Did you notice the little cattails in there? And what about that big yellow flower? I'm not sure what it is, if you do, please let me know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now, back to sorting through all that mail ...... Have a lovely day!&lt;/em&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/8858538753889155604-5202416829627813586?l=josiesniece.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josiesniece.blogspot.com/feeds/5202416829627813586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8858538753889155604&amp;postID=5202416829627813586' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858538753889155604/posts/default/5202416829627813586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858538753889155604/posts/default/5202416829627813586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josiesniece.blogspot.com/2009/10/back-to-normal.html' title='Back to Normal'/><author><name>Margie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15545922706804035368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/SNVlyKesU8I/AAAAAAAAAWU/HEzJ53rUkk4/S220/Josies+niece.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/SuA1XIvBq6I/AAAAAAAAAuc/M5RZNScFw38/s72-c/100_2559.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8858538753889155604.post-4560858808280549590</id><published>2009-10-18T19:43:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T20:25:36.828-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Good Quote from a Good Book</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/Stuo54jL7iI/AAAAAAAAAuU/Yp9yA26icek/s1600-h/Scan10001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394090691092278818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 318px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/Stuo54jL7iI/AAAAAAAAAuU/Yp9yA26icek/s400/Scan10001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm reading a very good book called "My Servant Caleb" by Kerstin Sheldrake. I love this paragraph:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"There are flowers which blossom high in the mountains. No human eye will ever see or find pleasure in them. But do you think their efforts are wasted just because you and I won't ever see them? God delights in them, and the world was created for His pleasure. It is man's arrogance, his self-centredness, his belief that everything revolves around him, that deprives his efforts of meaning and denies him a grateful heart. You are God's creation, and He delights in your little ways, however insignificant they may seem to you. And if He cares about them, what does it matter if no one else does?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love thinking about God delighting in His creation! After all, He's the one who made the silly squirrell, the lovely flowers, the unique songs of the different birds! The sunsets, the changing colors of the leaves, the waterfalls! A tiny baby, our precious pets, a beautiful butterfly! Aren't we blessed to be able to share in all of His wonderful creation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And aren't we blessed that He delights in His children as well? "How precious also are thy thoughts unto me, O God! how great is the sum of them! If I should count them, they are more in number than the sand: when I awake I am still with thee." (Psalm 139:17-18)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(the picture at the top is a note card by Lang called My Cup Overflows - artwork by Ellen Stouffer)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8858538753889155604-4560858808280549590?l=josiesniece.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josiesniece.blogspot.com/feeds/4560858808280549590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8858538753889155604&amp;postID=4560858808280549590' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858538753889155604/posts/default/4560858808280549590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858538753889155604/posts/default/4560858808280549590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josiesniece.blogspot.com/2009/10/good-quote-from-good-book.html' title='A Good Quote from a Good Book'/><author><name>Margie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15545922706804035368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/SNVlyKesU8I/AAAAAAAAAWU/HEzJ53rUkk4/S220/Josies+niece.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/Stuo54jL7iI/AAAAAAAAAuU/Yp9yA26icek/s72-c/Scan10001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8858538753889155604.post-8233208592998400200</id><published>2009-10-16T20:23:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T01:41:25.011-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pink Saturday &amp; Anniversary</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm happy to be posting again on a Pink Saturday! It's been a while because of a busy summer and computer problems, but hopefully I'll be able to start posting more again! If you want to see more pink goodies please visit our host, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://howsweetthesound.typepad.com/my_weblog/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Beverly&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;My pink for today is this adorable Tote bag made by Marimekko exclusively for the Avon Breast Cancer Crusade:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393360236901251010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 357px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 357px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/StkQj2o3N8I/AAAAAAAAAt0/gDmL99iXwcg/s400/Marimekko+Tote.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;This bag is so cute! I had to have one! It's made of a soft 100% cotton canvas, and it has the enamel pink-ribbon-motif zipper pull! It's nice and roomy inside, and did I mention how cute it is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393362487705850146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/StkSm3if0SI/AAAAAAAAAt8/MqKA-waVb4M/s400/p16t2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;These Tote Bags are only $10! And 100% of the net profits will be donated to the Avon Breast Cancer Crusade! (Isn't Reese Witherspoon beautiful?) You can get one of these adorable bags by clicking &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://shop.avon.com/shop/product.aspx?code=&amp;amp;level1_id=300&amp;amp;level2_id=380&amp;amp;pdept_id=382&amp;amp;pf_id=37865&amp;amp;level=3"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;here&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today is also my 28th Wedding Anniversary! I think my sweet hubby is going to be making me his specialty ~lasagna~ for supper tonight! He's a sweety, and I'm happy to be the lucky one he chose so many, many years ago!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393364732066405858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/StkUpgbwHeI/AAAAAAAAAuE/OVN5B2I9YyQ/s400/100_2464.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy Pink Saturday everybody! Thank you for stopping by!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8858538753889155604-8233208592998400200?l=josiesniece.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josiesniece.blogspot.com/feeds/8233208592998400200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8858538753889155604&amp;postID=8233208592998400200' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858538753889155604/posts/default/8233208592998400200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858538753889155604/posts/default/8233208592998400200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josiesniece.blogspot.com/2009/10/pink-saturday-anniversary.html' title='Pink Saturday &amp; Anniversary'/><author><name>Margie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15545922706804035368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/SNVlyKesU8I/AAAAAAAAAWU/HEzJ53rUkk4/S220/Josies+niece.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/StkQj2o3N8I/AAAAAAAAAt0/gDmL99iXwcg/s72-c/Marimekko+Tote.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8858538753889155604.post-1196973375694902570</id><published>2009-06-26T20:32:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T07:19:29.846-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Garden Peas and a Sore Thumb</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Remember those little peas we planted back in April?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351800354004917826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/SkVqESFF3kI/AAAAAAAAAsk/DzaUnRrTX_s/s400/100_2349.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well, they started to grow, and grow and grow. The drier weather we had when we planted was really good for them, and then it rained and it rained and it rained some more ...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351800358346387970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/SkVqEiQLcgI/AAAAAAAAAss/O42BkQsQByY/s400/100_2394.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;so I didn't get any more pictures until after we picked and hulled them: &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352082147352747762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/SkZqW0GrnvI/AAAAAAAAAtM/VlhhP00cQ9g/s400/100_2427.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We got a nice amount of peas and enough to freeze some for the first time ever! And they are yummy, too! It took us a good 2 to 3 hours to hull them, which is how I ended up with the sore thumb. It wasn't just sore, after almost a week of pain that kept getting worse, I went to the doctor and had x rays to find out that I had tendonitis in my left thumb. I'm right handed, and never realized just how much I use my left thumb! Oh well, after a shot, pain pills, and about 3 weeks of babying it, I think it's finally getting better!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now I know why people take their peas to the Amish ladies and pay THEM to hull them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I still say it was worth it, just look at these beautiful little peas:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352082152805669714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/SkZqXIawm1I/AAAAAAAAAtU/fQJZ_lGmfd4/s400/100_2425.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Somebody else LOVES peas! He's sitting here waiting for some to drop while I bag them up to freeze&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352082156467235042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/SkZqXWDvqOI/AAAAAAAAAtc/aMlLbPVl2w0/s400/100_2428.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352082164665587378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/SkZqX0mYlrI/AAAAAAAAAtk/V2eBISNDuwU/s400/100_2429.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We just got our green beans planted over the weekend. We're a little bit late getting them in, with all the rain we've had it was impossible to till the garden, but it should be ok. Here are some of the other things we have growing this year:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;STRAWBERRIES&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351800366757076258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/SkVqFBlcXSI/AAAAAAAAAs0/qtk2MQVdqbc/s400/100_2414.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;LETTUCE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351800370809459138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/SkVqFQrm0cI/AAAAAAAAAs8/HRRmath9w6Q/s400/100_2416.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;CORN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351800375993520370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/SkVqFj_lUPI/AAAAAAAAAtE/LoymKiBC_C4/s400/100_2410.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;we also have cucumbers, squash, and tomatoes. We picked and ate our first squash this weekend! Oh, it was soooooo gooooood!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#660000;"&gt;Gardens are alot of work, but you just can't beat eating something that is fresh picked from your own garden!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8858538753889155604-1196973375694902570?l=josiesniece.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josiesniece.blogspot.com/feeds/1196973375694902570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8858538753889155604&amp;postID=1196973375694902570' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858538753889155604/posts/default/1196973375694902570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858538753889155604/posts/default/1196973375694902570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josiesniece.blogspot.com/2009/06/garden-peas-and-sore-thumb.html' title='Garden Peas and a Sore Thumb'/><author><name>Margie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15545922706804035368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/SNVlyKesU8I/AAAAAAAAAWU/HEzJ53rUkk4/S220/Josies+niece.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/SkVqESFF3kI/AAAAAAAAAsk/DzaUnRrTX_s/s72-c/100_2349.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8858538753889155604.post-2766885529851547447</id><published>2009-06-10T08:36:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T08:48:42.008-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday - Flag Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/Si-q2iJWPII/AAAAAAAAAsc/eKLOC1Gh42A/s1600-h/100_0268.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345679136567737474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/Si-q2iJWPII/AAAAAAAAAsc/eKLOC1Gh42A/s400/100_0268.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;For more Wordless Wednesday, please visit &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://frenchlique.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dixie&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; at French Lique!&lt;/em&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/8858538753889155604-2766885529851547447?l=josiesniece.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josiesniece.blogspot.com/feeds/2766885529851547447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8858538753889155604&amp;postID=2766885529851547447' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858538753889155604/posts/default/2766885529851547447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858538753889155604/posts/default/2766885529851547447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josiesniece.blogspot.com/2009/06/wordless-wednesday-flag-day.html' title='Wordless Wednesday - Flag Day'/><author><name>Margie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15545922706804035368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/SNVlyKesU8I/AAAAAAAAAWU/HEzJ53rUkk4/S220/Josies+niece.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/Si-q2iJWPII/AAAAAAAAAsc/eKLOC1Gh42A/s72-c/100_0268.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8858538753889155604.post-7300052605331767214</id><published>2009-06-06T00:23:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T00:41:25.257-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pink Saturday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Welcome to *PINK* Saturday! Please visit our wonderful hostess, &lt;a href="http://howsweetthesound.typepad.com/my_weblog/"&gt;Beverly&lt;/a&gt;, to see more lovely *pink* things!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My *pink* today isn't totally *pink*, but has quite a bit in it! I wish I could say that I made it, but I didn't. My wonderful hubby bought it for me for Christmas a few years ago. It's a lovely quilt wall hanging&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/Sinvv6uYu0I/AAAAAAAAAsM/0PhPA9l2mQA/s1600-h/100_2423.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344066039348509506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/Sinvv6uYu0I/AAAAAAAAAsM/0PhPA9l2mQA/s400/100_2423.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I just LOVE it! It has my 2 favorite colors in it, *pink* and green! I think it looks so pretty hanging in our living room!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344066040881938178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/SinvwAb-_wI/AAAAAAAAAsU/npoSi1Dv4bc/s400/100_2422.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thanks for stopping by, please come back and visit me again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8858538753889155604-7300052605331767214?l=josiesniece.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josiesniece.blogspot.com/feeds/7300052605331767214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8858538753889155604&amp;postID=7300052605331767214' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858538753889155604/posts/default/7300052605331767214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858538753889155604/posts/default/7300052605331767214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josiesniece.blogspot.com/2009/06/pink-saturday.html' title='Pink Saturday'/><author><name>Margie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15545922706804035368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/SNVlyKesU8I/AAAAAAAAAWU/HEzJ53rUkk4/S220/Josies+niece.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/Sinvv6uYu0I/AAAAAAAAAsM/0PhPA9l2mQA/s72-c/100_2423.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8858538753889155604.post-8242269452042677625</id><published>2009-06-04T11:41:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T12:22:31.890-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Movie Addiction</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My husband says that I get addicted to everything. And quickly, too. For that reason we no longer keep sodas in the house. Cookies, cupcakes and ice cream are carefully monitored (ha! let me correct that, they &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SHOULD&lt;/span&gt; be carefully monitored), you won't find potato chips in our cupboard too often, and I'm not even allowed to &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;LOOK &lt;/span&gt;at Smarties candies while at the grocery store (although sometimes I secretly sneak a peek when he's not with me)!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cigarettes no longer tempt me, although sometimes I have dreams that I still smoke and wake up abruptly and ask hubby in a frightened voice if I still smoke! Quitting smoking is one &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;nightmare&lt;/span&gt; I don't wish to repeat!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But this new addiction is one that I never thought would happen to me. It's a movie addiction. To one movie in particular.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have never understood how people could buy a video/DVD of a particular favorite movie and watch it repeatedly. You know, they watch it so much that they practically have it memorized and can repeat scenes word for word? I never understood that before. Now I do.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am addicted to the movie "August Rush". It's such a beautiful movie. Have you seen it? If not, you should! It's a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;beautiful &lt;/span&gt;love story filled with &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;beautiful&lt;/span&gt; music. It's not just a love story between a woman and a man, but also about a little boy and his mother.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love it because of the music, but mainly I love it because it illustrates so beautifully how no matter what in life separates a mother from her child, her &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; for that child &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;goes on&lt;/span&gt;. It doesn't fade, she never &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;forgets&lt;/span&gt; him, she &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;loves&lt;/span&gt; him even if she never got a chance to see his sweet little face.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I watch this movie all the time. And so does my hubby. Just the other week I watched it 3 times in one day. I was sick and lying on the couch and watched it twice, then hubby and I watched it together that night. It's my comfort movie. It's the thing I pop in the DVD player when I don't feel well. It lulls me to sleep when I need it to.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My sister hadn't seen it, so we shared it with her the other weekend, and I cried like a baby, like I did the first time I watched it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I also have the soundtrack. And not only do I have words to scenes memorized, but I also can picture what is happening in the movie when I listen to my CD. Yep, I'm definitely hooked.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I just need to ask you one favor. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Please&lt;/span&gt; do not tell my brother about this. I'll never hear the end of it if you do. Why? Because when he was a little boy, he was addicted to a movie, too, and I &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;mercilessley&lt;/span&gt; teased him about it. For &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;years&lt;/span&gt;. I couldn't help it, I just didn't understand! Now I do, so &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SHHHH!&lt;/span&gt; Let's just keep this between me and you, ok?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is there a movie that you are "addicted" to? I'd love to hear what it is!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8858538753889155604-8242269452042677625?l=josiesniece.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josiesniece.blogspot.com/feeds/8242269452042677625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8858538753889155604&amp;postID=8242269452042677625' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858538753889155604/posts/default/8242269452042677625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858538753889155604/posts/default/8242269452042677625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josiesniece.blogspot.com/2009/06/new-addictionstrange-addictions.html' title='Movie Addiction'/><author><name>Margie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15545922706804035368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/SNVlyKesU8I/AAAAAAAAAWU/HEzJ53rUkk4/S220/Josies+niece.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8858538753889155604.post-3804155146962540591</id><published>2009-06-02T20:20:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T06:07:18.439-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday - Water</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://frenchlique.blogspot.com/2008/05/wordless-wednesday-instructions.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://frenchlique.blogspot.com/2008/05/wordless-wednesday-instructions.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/SiXChdKGWmI/AAAAAAAAArs/hbE_fm58dfE/s1600-h/100_2419.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342890412963420770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/SiXChdKGWmI/AAAAAAAAArs/hbE_fm58dfE/s400/100_2419.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/SiXChLBohZI/AAAAAAAAArk/Fzy1U5IRwUE/s1600-h/100_2417.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342890408096073106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/SiXChLBohZI/AAAAAAAAArk/Fzy1U5IRwUE/s400/100_2417.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/SiXCg_PZynI/AAAAAAAAArc/vaPptsN2Kxg/s1600-h/100_2410.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342890404932602482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/SiXCg_PZynI/AAAAAAAAArc/vaPptsN2Kxg/s400/100_2410.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342890417688074082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/SiXChuwi12I/AAAAAAAAAr0/kM9G_cVOX7c/s400/100_2420.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;For more Wordless Wednesday, please visit &lt;a href="http://frenchlique.blogspot.com/"&gt;Dixie&lt;/a&gt; at French Lique!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&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/8858538753889155604-3804155146962540591?l=josiesniece.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josiesniece.blogspot.com/feeds/3804155146962540591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8858538753889155604&amp;postID=3804155146962540591' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858538753889155604/posts/default/3804155146962540591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858538753889155604/posts/default/3804155146962540591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josiesniece.blogspot.com/2009/06/wordless-wednesday-water.html' title='Wordless Wednesday - Water'/><author><name>Margie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15545922706804035368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/SNVlyKesU8I/AAAAAAAAAWU/HEzJ53rUkk4/S220/Josies+niece.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/SiXChdKGWmI/AAAAAAAAArs/hbE_fm58dfE/s72-c/100_2419.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8858538753889155604.post-7439682950587505291</id><published>2009-06-02T08:12:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T08:32:08.498-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Tribute</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;After my devotions yesterday, I was just sitting on my swing thinking. I was thinking about my parents and how fortunate my sisters and brother and I are to still have parents in reasonably good health that are still married and love each other dearly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since we are in between Mother's Day and Father's Day I just wanted to post a little something about them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;They are both so sweet, loving, kind and caring. They never had much materially, but I've never seen two more content people with what they do have. They know what is important in their lives. They both love the Lord, for which I am grateful beyond words. They both worked hard and sacrificed all their lives to help others and to make sure we had everything we needed (and a lot of things we wanted).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Are they perfect? No. Nobody is. But they truly tried to do what they thought was best for us, in every decision that was made. Today we can look back on things and cry together over some decisions and laugh together over others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are ALWAYS there for me when I need them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know my parents love me. Unconditionally. And I love them. Unconditionally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342705886450207874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/SiUasmVAzII/AAAAAAAAArQ/BugWX8YUpPE/s400/100_0803.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love you Mom and Dad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8858538753889155604-7439682950587505291?l=josiesniece.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josiesniece.blogspot.com/feeds/7439682950587505291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8858538753889155604&amp;postID=7439682950587505291' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858538753889155604/posts/default/7439682950587505291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858538753889155604/posts/default/7439682950587505291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josiesniece.blogspot.com/2009/06/tribute.html' title='A Tribute'/><author><name>Margie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15545922706804035368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/SNVlyKesU8I/AAAAAAAAAWU/HEzJ53rUkk4/S220/Josies+niece.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/SiUasmVAzII/AAAAAAAAArQ/BugWX8YUpPE/s72-c/100_0803.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8858538753889155604.post-7810671425352212238</id><published>2009-05-30T00:11:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T09:19:05.246-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pink Saturday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happy Birthday *Pink* Saturday! To view lots more *pink* celebrations click &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://howsweetthesound.typepad.com/my_weblog/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;here&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;. Thank you Beverly @ How Sweet the Sound, for being such a wonderful hostess of *Pink* Saturday for this whole past year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My *pink* for today are these adorable little babies I found at a yard sale. Aren't they cute? I couldn't pass them up. I was planning to use them in a craft project I was working on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341467279855530946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/SiC0MNMpM8I/AAAAAAAAAq4/iafa2Gg-jeo/s400/100_2409.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I prefer this little live *pink* baby. My niece Gwen, in her little *pink* Dora swim top and shorts. She preferred playing in the fountain on Sunday instead of the pool. The water was still a wee bit cold for her! Notice the little bracelet with some *pink* beads on her arm? She's a sweety!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341467287021087922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/SiC0Mn5C7LI/AAAAAAAAArA/e7aOiwYTkug/s400/000_0112.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And here's a little something I made from a beat-up children's book!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341602197176889826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/SiEu5bYsseI/AAAAAAAAArI/nSxQvR413lI/s400/100_2163.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Have fun visiting the other *pink* posts and have a lovely day!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8858538753889155604-7810671425352212238?l=josiesniece.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josiesniece.blogspot.com/feeds/7810671425352212238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8858538753889155604&amp;postID=7810671425352212238' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858538753889155604/posts/default/7810671425352212238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858538753889155604/posts/default/7810671425352212238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josiesniece.blogspot.com/2009/05/pink-saturday.html' title='Pink Saturday'/><author><name>Margie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15545922706804035368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/SNVlyKesU8I/AAAAAAAAAWU/HEzJ53rUkk4/S220/Josies+niece.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/SiC0MNMpM8I/AAAAAAAAAq4/iafa2Gg-jeo/s72-c/100_2409.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8858538753889155604.post-4086387936244584862</id><published>2009-04-28T12:33:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T13:07:17.576-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Maritorious - And Proud Of It!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I learned a new word this week.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"maritorious"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It means "excessively fond of one's husband".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, yeah, that's me. I'm definitely excessively fond of my sweet hubby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/Sfc28scELgI/AAAAAAAAAqw/xsf_U_QXq6U/s1600-h/Wenny.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329789100365196802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 261px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/Sfc28scELgI/AAAAAAAAAqw/xsf_U_QXq6U/s400/Wenny.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; I can't help it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;How about you, are you "maritorious" too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8858538753889155604-4086387936244584862?l=josiesniece.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josiesniece.blogspot.com/feeds/4086387936244584862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8858538753889155604&amp;postID=4086387936244584862' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858538753889155604/posts/default/4086387936244584862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858538753889155604/posts/default/4086387936244584862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josiesniece.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-maritorious-and-proud-of-it.html' title='I&apos;m Maritorious - And Proud Of It!'/><author><name>Margie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15545922706804035368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/SNVlyKesU8I/AAAAAAAAAWU/HEzJ53rUkk4/S220/Josies+niece.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/Sfc28scELgI/AAAAAAAAAqw/xsf_U_QXq6U/s72-c/Wenny.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8858538753889155604.post-6858260415323798579</id><published>2009-04-12T07:37:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T15:09:18.304-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Easter!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I serve a risen Saviour, He's in the world today;&lt;br /&gt;I KNOW that He is living,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Whatever man may say ..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;[He Lives - Alfred H. Ackley]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/SeHS6-Uo6cI/AAAAAAAAAqg/cCzLLEnxn_g/s1600-h/Easter+church+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323768145132448194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 292px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/SeHS6-Uo6cI/AAAAAAAAAqg/cCzLLEnxn_g/s400/Easter+church+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"And the angel answered and said unto the women, Fear not ye: for I know that ye seek Jesus, which was crucified. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;He is not here: for he is risen, as he said.&lt;/span&gt; Come, see the place where the Lord lay." (Matthew 28:5-6)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And entering into the sepulchre, they saw a young man sitting on the right side, clothed in a long white garment; and they were affrighted. And he saith unto them, Be not affrighted: Ye seek Jesus of Nazareth, which was crucified: &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;he is risen; he is not here:&lt;/span&gt; behold the place where they laid him." (Mark 16:5-6)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Now upon the first day of the week, very early in the morning, they came unto the sepulchre, bringing the spices which they had prepared, and certain others with them.&lt;br /&gt;And they found the stone rolled away from the sepulchre.&lt;br /&gt;And they entered in, and found not the body of the Lord Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;And it came to pass, as they were much perplxed thereabout, behold, two men stood by them in shining garments:&lt;br /&gt;And as they were afraid, and bowed down their faces to the earth, they said unto them, &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Why seek ye the living among the dead?&lt;br /&gt;He is not here, but is risen:&lt;/span&gt; remember how he spake unto you when he was yet in Galilee,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Saying, &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;THE SON OF MAN MUST BE DELIVERED INTO THE HANDS OF SINFUL MEN, AND BE CRUCIFIED, AND THE THIRD DAY RISE AGAIN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they remembered his words." (Luke 24:1-8)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/SeHS6kMV6hI/AAAAAAAAAqY/2cjpOrpkm9g/s1600-h/Easter+church+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323768138118326802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 335px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/SeHS6kMV6hI/AAAAAAAAAqY/2cjpOrpkm9g/s400/Easter+church+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;One Day!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;One day when heaven was filled with His praises,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;One day when sin was as black as could be,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jesus came forth to be born of a virgin -&lt;br /&gt;Dwelt among men, my example is He!&lt;br /&gt;Living, He loved me; dying, He saved me;&lt;br /&gt;Buried, He carried my sins far away;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rising, He justified freely forever:&lt;br /&gt;One day He's coming - Oh, glorious day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day they led Him up Calvary's mountain,&lt;br /&gt;One day they nailed Him to die on the tree;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Suffering anguish, despised and rejected:&lt;br /&gt;Bearing our sins, my Redeemer is He!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Living, He loved me; dying, He saved me;&lt;br /&gt;Buried, He carried my sins far away;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rising, He justified freely forever:&lt;br /&gt;One day He's coming - Oh, glorious day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day they left Him alone in the garden,&lt;br /&gt;One day He rested, from suffering free;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Angels came down o'er His tomb to keep vigil;&lt;br /&gt;Hope of the hopeless, my Saviour is He!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Living, He loved me; dying, He saved me;&lt;br /&gt;Buried, He carried my sins far away;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rising, He justified freely forever:&lt;br /&gt;One day He's coming - Oh, glorious day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day the grave could conceal Him no longer,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;One day the stone rolled away from the door;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then He arose, over death He had conquered;&lt;br /&gt;Now is ascended, my Lord evermore!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Living, He loved me; dying, He saved me;&lt;br /&gt;Buried, He carried my sins far away;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rising, He justified freely forever:&lt;br /&gt;One day He's coming - Oh, glorious day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;One day the trumpet will sound for His coming,&lt;br /&gt;One day the skies with His glory will shine;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wonderful day, my beloved ones bringing;&lt;br /&gt;Glorious Saviour, this Jesus is mine!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Living, He loved me; dying, He saved me;&lt;br /&gt;Buried, He carried my sins far away;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rising, He justifed freely forever:&lt;br /&gt;One day He's coming - Oh, glorious day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- J. Wilbur Chapman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&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/8858538753889155604-6858260415323798579?l=josiesniece.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josiesniece.blogspot.com/feeds/6858260415323798579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8858538753889155604&amp;postID=6858260415323798579' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858538753889155604/posts/default/6858260415323798579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858538753889155604/posts/default/6858260415323798579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josiesniece.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-easter.html' title='Happy Easter!'/><author><name>Margie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15545922706804035368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/SNVlyKesU8I/AAAAAAAAAWU/HEzJ53rUkk4/S220/Josies+niece.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/SeHS6-Uo6cI/AAAAAAAAAqg/cCzLLEnxn_g/s72-c/Easter+church+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8858538753889155604.post-4372144516354805441</id><published>2009-04-10T20:37:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T20:45:15.355-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I Know A Fount&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know a fount where sins are wash'd away,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know a place where night is turned to day;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Burdens are lifted, blind eyes made to see;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There's a wonder working pow'r,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;In the blood of Calvary.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have a Saviour, He's a faithful friend,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;One who is with me, will be to the end.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He now in glory intercedes for me,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Twas His precious cleansing blood,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;That once flowed on Calvary.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have a peace, this world could never give,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wonderful peace, for now in Christ I live.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;From condemnation He hath made me free,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What a wonder working pow'r, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;In the blood of Calvary.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have a hope, My Lord will surely come,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;All His redeemed ones shall be gathered home.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;With Him in glory evermore to be,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then we'll praise Him for the blood,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;That was shed on Calvary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-O. Cooke vs 1&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Cora Brockhuizen vs. 2,3,4&lt;/em&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/8858538753889155604-4372144516354805441?l=josiesniece.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josiesniece.blogspot.com/feeds/4372144516354805441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8858538753889155604&amp;postID=4372144516354805441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858538753889155604/posts/default/4372144516354805441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858538753889155604/posts/default/4372144516354805441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josiesniece.blogspot.com/2009/04/good-friday.html' title='Good Friday'/><author><name>Margie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15545922706804035368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/SNVlyKesU8I/AAAAAAAAAWU/HEzJ53rUkk4/S220/Josies+niece.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8858538753889155604.post-8293852472770929740</id><published>2009-04-09T16:41:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T18:49:41.269-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Reading</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Have you read this book yet? Vintage Vavoom by the editors of Romantic Homes magazine. I've seen the book advertised in the magazine, and was anxious to get my hands on it for some time now. I was at the library the other day and they had it! I couldn't get my hands on it fast enough, I was afraid the other lady browsing in the same section would grab it first!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I read it cover to cover, the pictures are beautiful and it is a good read, as well as very helpful. I think when I get some birthday money, I just might treat myself to owning this book!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/Sd5hhwwJ5HI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/J7T04ZMBeTw/s1600-h/100_2378.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322799042248959090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/Sd5hhwwJ5HI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/J7T04ZMBeTw/s400/100_2378.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Have you read any good fiction lately? I have! I just finished this series "Annie's People" by Beverly Lewis. If you are not familiar with her, you are missing out on a great author. Actually, I consider her to be the best author right now in Inspirational fiction. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/Sd5hhaXDolI/AAAAAAAAAqI/OguGXXeWJHQ/s1600-h/100_2384.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322799036238111314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/Sd5hhaXDolI/AAAAAAAAAqI/OguGXXeWJHQ/s400/100_2384.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Her books are about the Amish of Lancaster County, PA, and she really knows what she is talking about. I've learned things I never knew before about them. She pulls you into the story right from the start, and you just can't put the book down!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I'd known an Amish boy that looked like the guy on the cover of this book when I was in high school, I would have been the first in line to go out with him! tee hee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/Sd5hhJKxc3I/AAAAAAAAAqA/ZlBluDmAhmQ/s1600-h/100_2383.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322799031623185266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/Sd5hhJKxc3I/AAAAAAAAAqA/ZlBluDmAhmQ/s400/100_2383.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; I haven't read one of her books yet that I haven't loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/Sd5hgzsRrrI/AAAAAAAAAp4/bnaaRPhPaG8/s1600-h/100_2385.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322799025858129586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/Sd5hgzsRrrI/AAAAAAAAAp4/bnaaRPhPaG8/s400/100_2385.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; So do yourself a favor, and run, don't walk, (better yet, drive!) to your library or nearest book store, and get started reading one of her books, you won't regret it!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happy reading!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Here is the link to her website: &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.beverlylewis.com/ME2/Sites/Default.asp"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Beverly Lewis&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&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/8858538753889155604-8293852472770929740?l=josiesniece.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josiesniece.blogspot.com/feeds/8293852472770929740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8858538753889155604&amp;postID=8293852472770929740' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858538753889155604/posts/default/8293852472770929740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858538753889155604/posts/default/8293852472770929740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josiesniece.blogspot.com/2009/04/good-reading.html' title='Good Reading'/><author><name>Margie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15545922706804035368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/SNVlyKesU8I/AAAAAAAAAWU/HEzJ53rUkk4/S220/Josies+niece.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/Sd5hhwwJ5HI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/J7T04ZMBeTw/s72-c/100_2378.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8858538753889155604.post-3811356201408865318</id><published>2009-04-08T06:46:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T07:07:56.943-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Easter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wordless Wednesday'/><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Welcome to (my first) Wordless Wednesday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;A&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;R&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/SdyD5RqEEZI/AAAAAAAAApo/8_lLnPVBNLs/s1600-h/Easter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322273879660695954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/SdyD5RqEEZI/AAAAAAAAApo/8_lLnPVBNLs/s400/Easter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/SdyD5NZc2iI/AAAAAAAAApg/sOfZwAIt0T0/s1600-h/100_1214.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322273878517275170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/SdyD5NZc2iI/AAAAAAAAApg/sOfZwAIt0T0/s400/100_1214.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/SdyD5Oprv_I/AAAAAAAAApY/SxW7PGpPdh4/s1600-h/100_1216.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322273878853795826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/SdyD5Oprv_I/AAAAAAAAApY/SxW7PGpPdh4/s400/100_1216.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;For more of Wordless Wednesday, please visit &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://frenchlique.blogspot.com/2009/04/its-wordless-wednesday-lets-keep-it.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dixie at French Lique, Texas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&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/8858538753889155604-3811356201408865318?l=josiesniece.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josiesniece.blogspot.com/feeds/3811356201408865318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8858538753889155604&amp;postID=3811356201408865318' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858538753889155604/posts/default/3811356201408865318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858538753889155604/posts/default/3811356201408865318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josiesniece.blogspot.com/2009/04/wordless-wednesday.html' title='Wordless Wednesday'/><author><name>Margie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15545922706804035368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/SNVlyKesU8I/AAAAAAAAAWU/HEzJ53rUkk4/S220/Josies+niece.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/SdyD5RqEEZI/AAAAAAAAApo/8_lLnPVBNLs/s72-c/Easter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8858538753889155604.post-5268790877741811242</id><published>2009-04-04T00:10:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T00:36:19.210-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Easter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pink saturday'/><title type='text'>Pink Saturday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happy *Pink* Saturday to you! Thank you for stopping by to look at my *pink* treasure. And it is a treasure to me. My Mom gave me this sweet little box. It's made by Lefton. I've had it for quite some time, I'm not even sure how long, but she gave it to me on Easter one year.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/Sdbfzare4eI/AAAAAAAAApQ/UaPilVAZSCQ/s1600-h/100_2370.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320686084212842978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/Sdbfzare4eI/AAAAAAAAApQ/UaPilVAZSCQ/s400/100_2370.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It makes me smile every time I look at it, because it reminds me of me and my sweet hubby! That's me, just chattering away in his ear, trying to get the last thoughts in my head out of my mouth before I go to sleep, and he's already off in dreamland!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/SdbfzAUCCsI/AAAAAAAAApI/PolecuSQ_So/s1600-h/100_2374.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320686077135162050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/SdbfzAUCCsI/AAAAAAAAApI/PolecuSQ_So/s400/100_2374.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; I just love how her blanket isn't completely covering her. And notice the little *pink* stripe on the blanket, and also the bedskirt! I think they are the sweetest little peeps I've ever seen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/Sdbfy0ZH5eI/AAAAAAAAApA/F0OIgzcv5dI/s1600-h/100_2377.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320686073935291874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/Sdbfy0ZH5eI/AAAAAAAAApA/F0OIgzcv5dI/s400/100_2377.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I hope you enjoyed my little treasure today! For more wonderful *pink* treasures please visit Beverly at &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://howsweetthesound.typepad.com/my_weblog/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;How Sweet the Sound&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8858538753889155604-5268790877741811242?l=josiesniece.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josiesniece.blogspot.com/feeds/5268790877741811242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8858538753889155604&amp;postID=5268790877741811242' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858538753889155604/posts/default/5268790877741811242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858538753889155604/posts/default/5268790877741811242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josiesniece.blogspot.com/2009/04/pink-saturday.html' title='Pink Saturday'/><author><name>Margie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15545922706804035368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/SNVlyKesU8I/AAAAAAAAAWU/HEzJ53rUkk4/S220/Josies+niece.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/Sdbfzare4eI/AAAAAAAAApQ/UaPilVAZSCQ/s72-c/100_2370.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8858538753889155604.post-2971463030762111641</id><published>2009-04-02T19:35:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T20:04:56.424-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Surprises Today</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This morning when taking McDuff outside to explore and go potty, I almost stepped on something I didn't want to step on. If it wasn't for the fact that I'm always watching where I step because of unexpected neighbor dog packages in our yard I probably would have stepped right on it! In fact I thought it WAS a package from our neighbor's dog, but when I bent closer to see for sure what it was, I saw a pair of eyes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you see what I saw?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320242869931316546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/SdVMs80PlUI/AAAAAAAAAoo/LW9ECJObFxU/s400/100_2367.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Here's a closer picture!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/SdVMszFGHdI/AAAAAAAAAow/IiNYnK_G-TQ/s1600-h/100_2366.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320242867317644754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/SdVMszFGHdI/AAAAAAAAAow/IiNYnK_G-TQ/s400/100_2366.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's a toad! Now, I don't know much about toads, but I've never seen one so nestled in a patch of grass like this one was. It looked almost like a nest. I was hoping he'd hop off into the sunset (or at least into the flower bed where he'd be safer), but when I checked on him tonight, he was still there. I'm afraid someone is going to step on him and squish him. I put a big stick on the area where he's at, so at least hubby knows where he is and doesn't hurt him. But I can't do anything about wayward walkers, bikers, and other critters, because he's not far away from the sidewalk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh* Always something to worry about. The other day I was worried about a baby dove who couldn't or wouldn't fly. I went under the deck, and there he was, and I scared him (I didn't mean to) and he ran out from under and into the yard. Shortly afterwards we got a really bad storm with hail. Of course, I was wondering (ok, worrying) if he found his way back to some shelter, and I hoped he hadn't gotten pinged on the head by a hail ball! He must be ok, because I haven't found any carcass yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does nature seem to go crazy at your house in the spring? There is always some excitement or other around here! Yesterday it was ducks walking along the double yellow line in the middle of the road, just as slow as you please, out for a nice little morning stroll, not caring that a school bus was quickly heading towards them. Thankfully, they made it safely to the side of the road (with not much room to spare) just in time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby dear keeps reminding me, as he wipes away my tears, that there's just some things I can't do anything about, and I have to just leave it alone, I can't save everything from coming to harm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In spite of all these things, I really do LOVE spring. The fresh clean air (and the not so fresh air sometimes, we live in Amish country, so that's to be expected), all the bird songs, the ducks quacking, and little surprises like this one:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320242871763199842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/SdVMtDo_52I/AAAAAAAAAo4/tAsiaIm-hrg/s400/100_2368.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Isn't it a beautiful little purple crocus? Open so wide to the sun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can't wait for more flowers to start blooming. I didn't get my bulbs planted last Fall, so I'll have to wait a little longer for my flowers, so for now I'll enjoy all my neighbor's tulips and daffodils when I go for a walk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&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/8858538753889155604-2971463030762111641?l=josiesniece.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josiesniece.blogspot.com/feeds/2971463030762111641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8858538753889155604&amp;postID=2971463030762111641' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858538753889155604/posts/default/2971463030762111641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858538753889155604/posts/default/2971463030762111641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josiesniece.blogspot.com/2009/04/two-surprises-today.html' title='Two Surprises Today'/><author><name>Margie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15545922706804035368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/SNVlyKesU8I/AAAAAAAAAWU/HEzJ53rUkk4/S220/Josies+niece.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/SdVMs80PlUI/AAAAAAAAAoo/LW9ECJObFxU/s72-c/100_2367.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8858538753889155604.post-4216253718907443274</id><published>2009-03-27T22:00:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T22:16:29.800-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pink saturday'/><title type='text'>Pink Saturday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Last Friday morning my niece and I went out yard saling and thrift store shopping! We had soooooo much fun! At the last thrift shop we went to I found her this adorable *pink* maternity top! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318054036559965490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/Sc2F-FF9LTI/AAAAAAAAAoY/iIPuN3Ho_Is/s320/100_2354.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Doesn't she just look so cute in it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318054045816169106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/Sc2F-nkzopI/AAAAAAAAAog/ru-MVsFl9Qo/s320/100_2355.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;She's 4 months, and she's just starting to show. (We were worried for a bit that she might be having twins, as they run in the family, but there's only one wee one in there!) I can't wait until we can find out if it's a boy or a girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last store we were in has the most adorable baby clothes, so as soon as we find out if it's a boy or a girl, I'm heading back there!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At one of the yard sales I just couldn't resist buying her a baby gap jean dress for $1, then she found a little boy's flannel shirt jacket for $1, so I bought that too! Well, at least we have both sexes covered!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a wonderful *pink* Saturday! For more *pink* fun, please visit our wonderful hostess, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://howsweetthesound.typepad.com/my_weblog/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Beverly&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;!&lt;/em&gt;&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/8858538753889155604-4216253718907443274?l=josiesniece.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josiesniece.blogspot.com/feeds/4216253718907443274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8858538753889155604&amp;postID=4216253718907443274' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858538753889155604/posts/default/4216253718907443274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858538753889155604/posts/default/4216253718907443274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josiesniece.blogspot.com/2009/03/pink-saturday.html' title='Pink Saturday'/><author><name>Margie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15545922706804035368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/SNVlyKesU8I/AAAAAAAAAWU/HEzJ53rUkk4/S220/Josies+niece.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/Sc2F-FF9LTI/AAAAAAAAAoY/iIPuN3Ho_Is/s72-c/100_2354.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8858538753889155604.post-6126082155072997849</id><published>2009-03-16T12:30:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T15:19:06.901-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It MUST be Spring ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;soon! On Friday night I was pleasantly surprised by hubby dear. He said "Let's plant peas this year!" Huh? I'm usually the one that has to plead for a garden, but the last couple of years, he's been getting excited in the spring about planting again. We used to garden every year, but it just got to be too much work, so we stopped. Then we put a pool in, and somehow working outside in the heat is just not as bad as it used to be when you know that you can go cool off after your work is done! So now I get to have a garden again! Yipppee!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Last year we had a bumper crop of green beans! And we plan on putting them in again, but we decided to plant peas first. We don't usually get a very good crop of peas because the garden is usually too wet in the spring to till, and peas don't like to have their little feet wet constantly. Our garden slopes downward and tends to stay wet. The green beans seem to love our garden, and we rarely if ever have to even water them all summer. (I should also mention that we have springs that run under our property, so that helps too, or hinders, depending what you're trying to grow).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We haven't had a whole lot of rain this month, and the garden seemed just right for tilling on Saturday, it was a little wet, but it wasn't real muddy like normal. And when I say muddy like normal, I mean the kind of muddy that will suck your shoe right off your foot if you're not careful. That's what it's usually like in March.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So out came the tiller, and hubby dear got busy! (and miracle of miracles the tiller started! but, sad to say, he only got 3/4 of the garden tilled, before the belt broke! That's ok, though, he got enough of it done to plant the peas!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313827374229014946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/Sb6B186qyaI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/VYhPz1ls0Og/s320/100_2345.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;He's so cute, always a smile on his face, even when he's working hard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313827376121504098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/Sb6B2D934WI/AAAAAAAAAnY/WH0hXIq6Ej8/s320/100_2347.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The soil was really nice when he was done:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313828617229277954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/Sb6C-TdBmwI/AAAAAAAAAn4/RaBy5hFQSfQ/s320/100_2350.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hmmmm, I seem to have the same picture twice, sorry! I guess I'm really happy with the rows that he made, so I had to show them twice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313827392397382434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/Sb6B3AmWEyI/AAAAAAAAAnw/Jq0eIJHOWJg/s320/100_2350.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Up went the hoodie! It was really starting to get cold towards 5:00.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313828621056233106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/Sb6C-htcTpI/AAAAAAAAAoA/v5QdDlo1L84/s320/100_2351.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wow, he's got a looooong way to go, I need to put my camera down, and go help him plant those little peas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313827388905230978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/Sb6B2zlwEoI/AAAAAAAAAno/FK3xHNPdfRA/s320/100_2349.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just one more picture before I go change my shoes! look at those little peas, all snuggled up in their little dirt bed! Grow peas, grow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313827387668137186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/Sb6B2u-zhOI/AAAAAAAAAng/a0dQqBKMcoE/s320/100_2348.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Uh-oh! No, we don't have a horse or a pony, or even a mule or a donkey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313828638419856658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/Sb6C_iZQLRI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/ICzfdElEvQ8/s320/100_2353.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;No, it's just a few rototiller droppings or tiller patties as I call them! Dropped on it's way back to the "stall" (under the deck!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313828632776518322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/Sb6C_NXxqrI/AAAAAAAAAoI/Sou1T7cL-9s/s320/100_2352.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't know why, but I always have such a sense of accomplishment after working in the garden. After we finished planting the peas, and gathering up our tools, we prayed for God to bless our little garden and thanked Him for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now all we have to do is wait and watch! Happy Gardening everybody!&lt;/em&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/8858538753889155604-6126082155072997849?l=josiesniece.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josiesniece.blogspot.com/feeds/6126082155072997849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8858538753889155604&amp;postID=6126082155072997849' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858538753889155604/posts/default/6126082155072997849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858538753889155604/posts/default/6126082155072997849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josiesniece.blogspot.com/2009/03/it-must-be-spring.html' title='It MUST be Spring ...'/><author><name>Margie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15545922706804035368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/SNVlyKesU8I/AAAAAAAAAWU/HEzJ53rUkk4/S220/Josies+niece.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/Sb6B186qyaI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/VYhPz1ls0Og/s72-c/100_2345.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8858538753889155604.post-7906910154296800083</id><published>2009-03-14T00:01:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T00:32:55.359-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Count Them, One, Two, Three ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/SbssYKqBMnI/AAAAAAAAAmw/GD-ax74PIiI/s1600-h/Making+the+Bed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312888979102708338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 302px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/SbssYKqBMnI/AAAAAAAAAmw/GD-ax74PIiI/s320/Making+the+Bed.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do you tend to grumble and complain? Some days I do. About everything. But I'm making an effort to change that. Have you ever noticed how much influence we as women have over our households? I notice that if I'm in a grumbling, or complaining mode, it doesn't take long until Wen is also in a grumbling and complaining mode. On the other hand, if I'm laughing and smiling, he soon follows suit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week as I was changing the sheets on the bed, I reached up to turn on the tv, something I usually do, to help me "get through" this task. But I decided I really didn't want to listen to some meaningless garbage while I was working, instead I was going to focus on what I was doing, and praise the Lord while I was doing it. I was going to count my blessings. How many blessings can you give thanks for while you are changing the sheets on your bed?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;1. for a nice soft bed&lt;br /&gt;2. for a cozy, warm bedroom&lt;br /&gt;3. for, oh so soft sheets!&lt;br /&gt;4. for a pillow to lay my weary head on&lt;br /&gt;5. for a hubby to snuggle up to at night&lt;br /&gt;6. for enough blankets that I never have to be cold&lt;br /&gt;7. for dark curtains that keep out the streetlight&lt;br /&gt;8. for my health, that I'm healthy enough to be able to perform the task at hand&lt;br /&gt;9. for my health, that I don't have to be in my bed with someone waiting on me&lt;br /&gt;10. for my house, where my bedroom is located&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also spent time praying as I made up my hubby's side of the bed, that he would get good quality sleep at night, that he would be able to put aside all the stresses of the day, and not lie there at night worrying about the problems of the next day. I prayed that God would bless him and keep him safe and healthy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And you know what? I think that was the easiest time I had making my bed. It went so fast, and I was done before I knew it! It really is all about attitude. If you work at something with a grateful heart instead of a grumbling heart, it makes a big difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do all things without murmurings and disputings." (Philippians 2:14)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And whatsoever ye do, do it heartily, as to the Lord, and not unto men." (Colossians 3:23)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"And whatsoever ye do in word or deed, do all in the name of the Lord Jesus, giving thanks to God and the Father by him." (Colossians 3:17)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"A merry heart doeth good like a medicine." (Proverbs 17:22a)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am going to purpose in my heart to be thankful as I go throughout my day, cooking, washing dishes, doing laundry, cleaning toilets (this one might be a challenge!), buying groceries ... yes, I am going to actively work on cultivating a grateful heart and getting rid of the grumblies!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8858538753889155604-7906910154296800083?l=josiesniece.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josiesniece.blogspot.com/feeds/7906910154296800083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8858538753889155604&amp;postID=7906910154296800083' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858538753889155604/posts/default/7906910154296800083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858538753889155604/posts/default/7906910154296800083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josiesniece.blogspot.com/2009/03/count-them-one-two-three.html' title='Count Them, One, Two, Three ...'/><author><name>Margie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15545922706804035368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/SNVlyKesU8I/AAAAAAAAAWU/HEzJ53rUkk4/S220/Josies+niece.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/SbssYKqBMnI/AAAAAAAAAmw/GD-ax74PIiI/s72-c/Making+the+Bed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8858538753889155604.post-1071422517484571120</id><published>2009-03-10T06:11:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T08:39:47.249-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Catching Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm finding it hard to believe that the whole month of February is gone. Not that I'm not happy about it, because I am! I'm so glad to be getting closer and closer to spring. I'm anxious to be sitting out on my beloved deck, listening to the birds sing and watching those crazy squirrels. That's where I go to spend time in prayer and Bible study, and I'm so ready to move out there away from my desk for a while. I'm anxious to be outside digging in the dirt, yes, even pulling weeds and sweeping the cinders off the sidewalk. Just to be outside with the sun on my back and the wind in my hair. It won't be long now ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&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&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I need to do some catching up on my blog, I'm afraid I totally neglected it in the month of February. There was just too much going on, it was a busy little month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311522795371981794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 243px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/SbZR1zqJa-I/AAAAAAAAAlo/Wz6Jf0_-NLQ/s320/babies.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I spent alot of time on line looking for that perfect little baby quilt to make for my niece! She's expecting a baby at the end of September. So far I haven't found what I'm looking for and will probably ending up designing something myself. Although there was a gorgeous redwork quilt that I saw ... so I'm still trying to decide what I want to do. I better make up my mind soon, time is moving right along ... and September will be here before we know it. I'll just try to push off the baby shower until the last minute, and since it will probably be at my house, I think I can manage to do that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My niece also asked me to write a story for her baby. I felt so honored that she asked me to do that! She wanted a special story written just for her baby, that she can read to him/her as he/she grows up. She will be illustrating the book herself. So I spent some time working on that and was able to give it to her so she can start illustrating&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;it. I can hardly wait to see the pictures when she's finished!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And then there was Valentine's Day! It was my most favorite Valentine's Day ever! I don't think I will ever forget it. The day started out with Wen telling me that he wants to take me antiquing and buy me something for about $25. We decided we would not go that day but the next. I'm never one to pass up antiquing, so I was looking forward to going. I was also looking forward to just relaxing at home for Valentine's Day. And I did! Wen went grocery shopping for me! (That is such a gift in itself because that is a job that I truly detest. And it's such a sacrifice for Wen because he doesn't exactly enjoy it either!) He came home with the fixin's for lasagna!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mmmmmm! He makes the very BEST lasagna!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311525834755757314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/SbZUmuPtVQI/AAAAAAAAAlw/UGfqsJoICZk/s320/100_2318.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yummy! Doesn't that look delicious? It was! And can you believe it? This was all the mess that he made:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311525850153327474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/SbZUnnmxm3I/AAAAAAAAAl4/6NQ30Kp1ojI/s320/100_2319.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm still having trouble believing it! I expected to spend quite a bit of time in the kitchen cleaning up, and all he used was one pan and one bowl (and of course the baking dish)! I kept asking him where the other pans were, you know, like he used before? (he used to make more of a mess than this! I don't even call this a mess!) After I looked in the trash to see if he threw them away, I was finally convinced that this was all he used, and I was done in the kitchen in no time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;As wonderful as the lasagna was, my very, very favorite part of the day was while the lasagna was baking. I decided to go upstairs and spend time soaking in a nice hot bath for a while. As I was relaxing I heard Wen coming up the stairs. He came into the bathroom with one of my favorite childhood books in his hand. I said, "What are you doing?" He said, "I've come to read this to you!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311525859705726610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/SbZUoLMPppI/AAAAAAAAAmI/Bfc-caGTLiQ/s320/100_2321.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well, he's just about the best children's story book reader in the world! He kept me laughing until my stomach hurt. I didn't know if I'd be able to eat my lasagna! (don't worry, I managed to eat it!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We collect children's books, mainly from the 40s and 50s, but I like to add my favorite childhood books to my collection, too. And the Rabbit and Skunk books are among them! We have quite a collection and we spend alot of time reading them and enjoying them. I like it best when he reads them to me, but sometimes we take turns reading. McDuff saw the book in Wen's hand and settled himself on the love seat in the Library. Sorry McDuff! Story time was moved to the bathroom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311525852936607570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/SbZUnx-XF1I/AAAAAAAAAmA/2Q8fYmW6KBE/s320/100_2322.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yep, that was my most favorite Valentine's Day ever! I told him that night that he can skip buying me anything the next day, because after the day he gave me, I certainly didn't need anything else! But he took me out anyway, and guess what I picked out? More children's books! I need to go out and buy some more bubble bath for storytime!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But of course a little rain must always fall to dampen our happiness. And in February, I had to face saying goodbye to 3 of my favorite magazines. The economy has definitely taken it's toll on everyone. I was really sad to say goodbye to Cottage Living, Country Home and ME's Home Companion. I will definitely miss all 3 of them, but I must say it really broke my heart to lose Home Companion. It was such an inspiration and a joy, so unlike any other magazine! I loved how diverse it was, and seeing all the different artists and their work. The homes that were portrayed were so different from any that you will see anywhere else. You can spend hours looking at the pages and see something you missed before. I loved seeing the different things people collect and how they were displayed throughout their homes. Aaaahhhh, yes, a little bit of sunshine has gone out of my life. But! The good news is that I saved every single issue, so I can at least continue to enjoy what I have, and maybe, just maybe, some day, Mary will be able to bring her magazine back to life again .... just like they did with Victoria!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't you just hate it when they send you substitute magazines to finish out your subscription? I had just canceled my Martha Stewart Living magazine, and now I have it back again, replacing either Cottage Living or Home Companion. Not a good substitute for either one. I'm tired of MS Living. I find it a bore. The pictures are beautiful, but the text is too technical, it's just not something I can sink my teeth into and enjoy. To me it's like reading a text book. If I want to read a text book, I'll go find one and read it. When I read a magazine, I want flowery, delightful, descriptive text! The other magazine that is being sent to me is Real Simple, which is ok for what it is, I guess, but it's just not my style. I will not be renewing either of them.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And we had one more birthday party in February. Big A is 4 years old already! What a sweet little girl she is growing up to be! I had the hardest time getting a good picture of her, every time I clicked the button, she either turned, or lifted something in front of her face! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311533258640503282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/SbZbW2XwsfI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/j475asQdfJQ/s320/100_2335.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311533981588164306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/SbZcA7j6jtI/AAAAAAAAAmg/wpNlOUYTB_s/s320/100_2341.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311533984921103074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/SbZcBH-jKuI/AAAAAAAAAmo/NKrckBau5S0/s320/100_2340.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I adore this picture of my brother. He's laughing so hard at the Elefun toy! What an adorable toy it is, too! There are so many fun, cute toys for kids right now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311533261432475618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/SbZbXAxaz-I/AAAAAAAAAmY/5wh260wEXZY/s320/100_2325.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well, that was my February! For such a small month, it sure was jam-packed full of good things (and a few not so good things!) If you read this far, thanks for reading this very long post! And now, I'm setting my sights towards spring ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&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/8858538753889155604-1071422517484571120?l=josiesniece.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josiesniece.blogspot.com/feeds/1071422517484571120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8858538753889155604&amp;postID=1071422517484571120' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858538753889155604/posts/default/1071422517484571120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858538753889155604/posts/default/1071422517484571120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josiesniece.blogspot.com/2009/03/catching-up.html' title='Catching Up'/><author><name>Margie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15545922706804035368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/SNVlyKesU8I/AAAAAAAAAWU/HEzJ53rUkk4/S220/Josies+niece.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/SbZR1zqJa-I/AAAAAAAAAlo/Wz6Jf0_-NLQ/s72-c/babies.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8858538753889155604.post-5590580009147263275</id><published>2009-03-08T20:12:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T23:32:11.218-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Starve a Fever ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/SbRfX5t_mGI/AAAAAAAAAlg/Skv6S9QE638/s1600-h/Mom%27s+Soup+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310974724812019810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 302px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/SbRfX5t_mGI/AAAAAAAAAlg/Skv6S9QE638/s320/Mom%27s+Soup+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Starve a fever is NOT a suggestion. As I found out. I haven't had a fever for probably 10-15 yrs (and neither has Wen), but my dear, sweet hubby brought me a germ home from work last week. He came down with a fever last Tuesday and passed it on to me, and by Thursday I was starting to feel sick (we both had 102 temps). I made him home made chicken noodle soup and ate it with him for a couple of days, and by the time I got sick, I couldn't look at another noodle to save my life. The thought of it made me sick. No toast, either. I couldn't eat anything I normally eat. Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The only thing I wanted was my mom's home made chicken rice soup. She was sweet enough to make it for me and brought me some on Saturday. She kept a little bit for herself, and when she went home and ate hers, she decided it wasn't good enough for her sick "little" (46-yr old) girl, and called me up and said she's bringing me some more on Sunday that will taste better. tee hee! That's my mom! She also said she's bringing me "a little bit of chicken."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday afternoon she showed up with a HUGE pot of rice soup and a whole flock of boiled chicken breasts. Oh my! I couldn't even so much as look at those chicken breasts, let alone eat them! My mom's philosophy is: "if a little bit is good, a whole lot is BEST!" She's such a sweet, loving, kind, and giving mom. I wish everybody in the world had a mom just like her (but I'm not going to share my mom, after all, she's MINE!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did eat that delicious rice soup, and it gave me some much needed strength, but after 3 days of eating it, I couldn't look at it anymore either. And still couldn't eat any toast. So I moved on .... to cherry poptarts with icing!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which brings me to today. It's going on a week and a half, I've gotten sick of the pop tarts and have moved on to noodles and baked potatoes, and a few other things, but not much. I keep hoping to wake up with an appetite in the morning, but so far, it just hasn't really happened.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe how bad you feel with a fever. Even my hair lost much of its bounce. My mind wants to go outside and take a walk, but I don't even feel strong enough to drive yet. I'm hoping to be back to normal this week or at least to get something done!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sure has made me appreciate the health that I normally do have! And I'm hoping it's at least another 10-15 yrs before I get another fever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(my picture is from a little book called "God is Good" by Mary Alice Jones, it's a Rand McNally Book, 1955)&lt;/em&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/8858538753889155604-5590580009147263275?l=josiesniece.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josiesniece.blogspot.com/feeds/5590580009147263275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8858538753889155604&amp;postID=5590580009147263275' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858538753889155604/posts/default/5590580009147263275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858538753889155604/posts/default/5590580009147263275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josiesniece.blogspot.com/2009/03/starve-fever.html' title='Starve a Fever ...'/><author><name>Margie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15545922706804035368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/SNVlyKesU8I/AAAAAAAAAWU/HEzJ53rUkk4/S220/Josies+niece.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/SbRfX5t_mGI/AAAAAAAAAlg/Skv6S9QE638/s72-c/Mom%27s+Soup+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8858538753889155604.post-8366236694582062821</id><published>2009-01-29T11:32:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T12:44:12.445-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye Katie and ABCs of the Word - Y</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My heart is so very heavy this morning. Last night we went to the viewing of our neighbor. She was only 18. All her life she suffered with cystic fibrosis, although if you didn't know she had it, you wouldn't know she had it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Katie was strong and active. She was giving, helpful, and caring. She was like her dad. If someone was in need, she was there to help, like helping me shovel our driveway open, which is always the heaviest and deepest place because of the snow plow.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I admired her, because she never complained about her CF, and never let it stop her from doing the things she wanted to do. Many times she was on a feeding tube, but you'd never have known it because she was out and about doing the things she normally did and smiling at you like always.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We watched her grow up, from a little girl with lots of questions, to a young woman learning to drive, and praying that she would be safe on the road. Last spring I watched as she went to the Prom with her boyfriend. Her family had so much fun that day helping her get ready and watching her go. I was out cleaning the porch that day, and I remember smiling and laughing with them as they teased her, they were all just enjoying the day so much.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;She graduated and got a job as a cashier at the grocery store. She was just learning to be a responsible adult. Driving herself to work and paying for a car, learning to handle expenses and still have a little left to get something special for herself.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We all expected Katy to die young because of the CF. I know the life expectancy has been getting longer, it used to be 20s, now more are living into their 30s, but that's still so young.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Katy didn't die from cystic fibrosis. She died from a kidney stone. They weren't looking for that as a reason why she was so sick. From what I understand she bled to death. I will miss her. Our whole neighborhood will miss her.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My ABCs of the Word today is not really a "Y" verse, but I'm making it my verse for today. Mark 16:15 - &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"And he said unto them, Go &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;YE &lt;/span&gt;(me, you, all born again believers!) into all the world, and preach the Gospel to every creature."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This isn't a suggestion. This is a command. Katy's death hit me like a ton of bricks. I've not been sharing the Gospel with those around me like I'm commanded to do. I've not been making it my number one priority. God places us in the neighborhoods we live in for a reason, we're not there by accident, or coincidence. We're there to share Him with them.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We can't control the decisions or choices that people make, but we do have control over how much we are sharing the Gospel with others. We never know how many opportunities we will have with people. Katy is the second young person in their teens to die in my neighborhood within the last 5 yrs and they lived within 4 houses of each other.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I get so wrapped up in my own life. My own problems, my own disappointments, my own joys, my own family ... I'm always busy. Sometimes I get it right. Sometimes my priorities are where they should be. But alot of the times they are not. This life is short, we only have so much time ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;God didn't put us here to see how many things we can collect, or how much money we can make, or how big of a house we can have ... these things aren't necessarily wrong, it's ok to enjoy things, make money, and have a big house, but we can't forget our main purpose, as Christians. And that is to share the Light with others. Give them the Gospel. Tell them that Christ loved them so much He died on the cross for their sins, that He provided a way for them to be saved and be reconciled to God.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I want to share the lyrics to one of my favorite songs:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;People Need the Lord&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everyday they pass me by, I can see it in their eyes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Empty people filled with care, headed who knows where.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;On they go through private pain, living fear to fear,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Laughter hides their silent cries, only Jesus hears.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;People need the Lord, people need the Lord.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;At the end of broken dreams, He's the open door.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;People need the Lord, people need the Lord.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When will we realize ... people need the Lord?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We are called to take His light, to a world where wrong seems right.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What would be too great a cost for sharing life with one who's lost.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Through His love our hearts can feel all the grief they bear.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;They must hear the words of life only we can share.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;People need the Lord, people need the Lord.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;At the end of broken dreams, He's the open door.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;People need the Lord, people need the Lord.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When will we realize ... that we must give our lives for &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;People need the Lord.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;c 1987, Shepherd's Ford Music&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;words and music by Phill McHung and Greg Nelson&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3333ff;"&gt;I pray these words echo in our hearts and minds as we interact with people every day. And like it says in James 1:22 - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;"But be ye doers of the word, and not hearers only ..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;(for more ABCs of the Word please visit &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://greylikesnuffie.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;GreyLikeSnuffie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8858538753889155604-8366236694582062821?l=josiesniece.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josiesniece.blogspot.com/feeds/8366236694582062821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8858538753889155604&amp;postID=8366236694582062821' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858538753889155604/posts/default/8366236694582062821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858538753889155604/posts/default/8366236694582062821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josiesniece.blogspot.com/2009/01/goodbye-katie-and-abcs-of-word-y.html' title='Goodbye Katie and ABCs of the Word - Y'/><author><name>Margie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15545922706804035368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/SNVlyKesU8I/AAAAAAAAAWU/HEzJ53rUkk4/S220/Josies+niece.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8858538753889155604.post-4035591146670094571</id><published>2009-01-23T11:45:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T12:06:58.451-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This Might Make You Angry ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;but I care enough to tell you anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;My devotional this morning was so good, I just have to share it with you. This is taken from the Feature for January-March 2009 for January 22nd:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Exclusiveness of Christianity&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Neither is there salvation in any other: for there is none other name under heaven given among men, whereby we must be saved."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;(Acts 4:12)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A prolific trend all around us today is the unification of religions under the term of &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tolerance&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;. In our current culture, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tolerance&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; is &lt;strong&gt;incorrectly&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;understood&lt;/strong&gt; to mean that no one is right or wrong; all religious beliefs, or lack thereof, are perfectly legitimate; a person cannot claim that his religion is better or more valid than another.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The historical cry that "all roads lead to Rome" now has become a religious cry that "all religions lead to God." However, &lt;strong&gt;since only the one true God exists, His Word to mankind is what counts.&lt;/strong&gt; A person worshipping a god different than the one true God of the Bible is practicing idolatry and actually is living in defiance of God.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;When God took upon Himself flesh and blood at the incarnation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"... God was manifest (revealed) in the flesh ..."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;(1 Timothy 3:16)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"And the Word was made flesh, and dwelt among us, (and we beheld his glory, the glory as of the only begotten of the Father), full of grace and truth."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;(John 1:14)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He revealed the one and only way to Himself, to salvation, to the forgiveness of sins. And when this one true God, Jesus Christ, the Jehovah of the Old Testament, walked among men, He said some exclusive things such as, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"I am the way, the truth, and the life: no  man cometh unto the Father, but by me"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;(John 14:6)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No other way to God exists but through Christ alone&lt;/strong&gt;. You cannot come to God the Father through Mary, the saints, the church, good works or any other means. If you do not go God's way, you are still under His judgment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"There is a way which seemeth right unto a man, but the end thereof are the ways of death."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;(Proverbs 14:12)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"There is a way that seemeth right unto a man, but the end thereof are the ways of death."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;(Proverbs 16:25)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jesus also said,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"I am the door: by Me if any man enter in, he shall be saved, and shall go in and out, and find pasture"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;(John 10:9)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jesus is the exclusive door to salvation; rejecting Him is rejecting salvation.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Building your own door of religion is just another way leading to hell!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;You may be angry at these truths, but it is these very truths that will set you free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"And ye shall know the truth, and the truth shall make you free."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;(John 8:32)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- PNF (Philip N. Flaming)  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8858538753889155604-4035591146670094571?l=josiesniece.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josiesniece.blogspot.com/feeds/4035591146670094571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8858538753889155604&amp;postID=4035591146670094571' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858538753889155604/posts/default/4035591146670094571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858538753889155604/posts/default/4035591146670094571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josiesniece.blogspot.com/2009/01/this-might-make-you-angry.html' title='This Might Make You Angry ...'/><author><name>Margie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15545922706804035368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/SNVlyKesU8I/AAAAAAAAAWU/HEzJ53rUkk4/S220/Josies+niece.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8858538753889155604.post-6042875017248070608</id><published>2009-01-22T10:19:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T11:23:40.946-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prayer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ABCs of the Word'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='answered prayer'/><title type='text'>ABCs of the Word - X</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/SXiOxFGFxKI/AAAAAAAAAlI/f7ySNrtwxoM/s1600-h/winter+day.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294138335806473378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/SXiOxFGFxKI/AAAAAAAAAlI/f7ySNrtwxoM/s320/winter+day.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Our ABC's of the Word today is an "X" verse. Hmmmmmmm. Don't know of any offhand, maybe there is one, but I'll take the alternative choice. The alternative is to give a verse that has really meant something to you lately, or a verse you are memorizing, or any verse that is special to you. (Please visit &lt;a href="http://www.greylikesnuffie.blogspot.com/2009/01/abcs-of-wordx-tra.html"&gt;GreyLikeSnuffie&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;for more verses!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My verse is Mark 10:27 -&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"And Jesus looking upon them saith, With men it is impossible, but not with God: for with God all things are possible."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;God has really been proving this to me recently. "WITH GOD ALL THINGS ARE POSSIBLE!" I have this verse written out on a 5 x 7 card and posted on my window where I sit to pray and study my Bible. My family members are always in my prayers.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now, I must confess that sometimes in the past I have cried as I prayed for certain members of my family thinking, "oh they will never change", but God has been showing me how wrong I am. You see, I can't change them, and maybe they can't even change themselves, but GOD can change them.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The more we pray for people, the more the Holy Spirit works on them (if they are unsaved) or in them (if they are saved).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My mom, my husband, and I have been praying for my family for years, but in the past year some major changes have been happening, of which I give God all the glory and praise for!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;1. Both of my sisters have rededicated their lives to God, and have been living for Him, studying His Word, and spending time in prayer.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;2. My niece received Christ as her Savior just last week!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;3. My dad has started to go to church regularly (something he's never done)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;4. My one brother-in-law has been turning away from things that he knows are wrong, and has been going back to church.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;5. My other brother-in-law's eyes are starting to open to Biblical truths.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wow! I am amazed and overwhelmed by how God is working in the hearts and lives of my precious family!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;"O magnify the Lord with me, and let us exalt his name together."&lt;/span&gt; (Psalm 34:3)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8858538753889155604-6042875017248070608?l=josiesniece.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josiesniece.blogspot.com/feeds/6042875017248070608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8858538753889155604&amp;postID=6042875017248070608' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858538753889155604/posts/default/6042875017248070608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858538753889155604/posts/default/6042875017248070608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josiesniece.blogspot.com/2009/01/abcs-of-word-x.html' title='ABCs of the Word - X'/><author><name>Margie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15545922706804035368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/SNVlyKesU8I/AAAAAAAAAWU/HEzJ53rUkk4/S220/Josies+niece.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/SXiOxFGFxKI/AAAAAAAAAlI/f7ySNrtwxoM/s72-c/winter+day.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8858538753889155604.post-6978676733004353712</id><published>2009-01-18T23:23:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T23:31:46.639-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Most Wonderful News!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My family and I have been praying for my sweet little niece for some time to come to a saving knowledge of the Lord. (see here &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.josiesniece.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-real.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;http://www.josiesniece.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-real.html&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; for an explanation of what this means)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;She came over to our house tonight and told us that she accepted Christ as her Savior the other night, on her birthday! I am so happy I can hardly keep my feet on the ground! She has been coming over to talk to us alot lately, and she has changed so much. I am so proud of her, and so happy! I just can't begin to express my joy!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I really don't know how I'm going to get to sleep tonight!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8858538753889155604-6978676733004353712?l=josiesniece.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josiesniece.blogspot.com/feeds/6978676733004353712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8858538753889155604&amp;postID=6978676733004353712' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858538753889155604/posts/default/6978676733004353712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858538753889155604/posts/default/6978676733004353712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josiesniece.blogspot.com/2009/01/most-wonderful-news.html' title='The Most Wonderful News!'/><author><name>Margie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15545922706804035368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/SNVlyKesU8I/AAAAAAAAAWU/HEzJ53rUkk4/S220/Josies+niece.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8858538753889155604.post-7389583467294853605</id><published>2009-01-15T08:56:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T09:18:35.612-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ABCs of the Word - W</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/SW9BCN5AWUI/AAAAAAAAAlA/VwR8SNotBCU/s1600-h/Snowy+Eve.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291519593527925058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 210px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/SW9BCN5AWUI/AAAAAAAAAlA/VwR8SNotBCU/s320/Snowy+Eve.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I finally have the time to post my ABCs of the Word again! My "W" verse for this week is Ephesians 5:17 -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Wherefore be ye not unwise, but understanding what the will of the Lord is."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This verse really speaks to my heart, especially at the beginning of this new year. I want to seek His will for me this year, like I've never done before. I want to do the things that please Him on a daily basis, not just chase after those things that please me. I want my will to line up with His. Then and only then will I be truly happy, content, and my life will count for something. My goals for this year all center around Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I pray that He will open my eyes to see what He wants me to see, to hear what He is saying to me, to speak the words that He puts in my heart, to feel the love for others that He wants me to feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I want to be a prayer warrior and a diligent student of His Word. My prayer is that He will help me with all of my goals so that I can be His faithful servant this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;"And this is the confidence that we have in him, if we ask any thing according to his will, he heareth us. And if we know that he hear us, whatsoever we ask, we know that we have the petitions that we desired of him." &lt;/span&gt;(1 John 5:14-15)&lt;/em&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/8858538753889155604-7389583467294853605?l=josiesniece.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josiesniece.blogspot.com/feeds/7389583467294853605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8858538753889155604&amp;postID=7389583467294853605' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858538753889155604/posts/default/7389583467294853605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858538753889155604/posts/default/7389583467294853605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josiesniece.blogspot.com/2009/01/abcs-of-word-w.html' title='ABCs of the Word - W'/><author><name>Margie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15545922706804035368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/SNVlyKesU8I/AAAAAAAAAWU/HEzJ53rUkk4/S220/Josies+niece.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/SW9BCN5AWUI/AAAAAAAAAlA/VwR8SNotBCU/s72-c/Snowy+Eve.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8858538753889155604.post-5421020249214566458</id><published>2009-01-12T14:46:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T15:46:04.127-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='salvation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heaven'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hell'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jesus Christ'/><title type='text'>It's REAL!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What's REAL? Heaven, of course!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;atomicelement id="ms__id6095"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/atomicelement&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm still really busy with my church work, and trying to get it all done, so unfortunately have not been able to post much. But my devotional the other day was so good, I wanted to share it here. This is taken from the Feature - A Daily Bible Study Guide for January-March 2009, and it is the one for January 9th:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Heaven is Real - Part 1 - Revelation 21:10-27&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;atomicelement id="ms__id6102"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/atomicelement&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Heaven is real. It is the promised destination of the true believer in Christ. Jesus promised in John 14:1-3:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Let not your heart be troubled: ye believe in God, believe also in Me. In My Father's house are many mansions ... I go to prepare a place for you. And if I go and prepare a place for you, I will come again, and receive you unto Myself; that where I am, there ye may be also."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John was allowed to visit the heavenly city, and the record of what he saw is in today's text.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And He ... showed me that great city, the holy Jerusalem, descending out of heaven from God, having the glory of God: and her light was like unto a stone most precious, even like a jasper stone, clear as crystal; and had a wall great and high, and had twelve gates, and at the gates twelve angels, and names written thereon, which are the names of the twelve tribes of the children of Israel" (Revelation 21:10-12).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And the ... wall of it was of jasper; and the city was pure gold, like unto clear glass. And the foundations of the wall of the city were garnished with all manner of precious stones" (Revelation 21:18-19a).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And the twelve gates were twelve pearls: every several gate was of one pearl; and the street of the city was pure gold, as it were transparent glass" (Revelation 21:21).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And the city had no need of the sun ... for the glory of God did lighten it, and the Lamb is the light thereof" (Revelation 21:23).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And there shall in no wise enter into it any thing that defileth, neither whatsoever worketh abomination, or maketh a lie: but they which are written in the Lamb's book of life" (Revelation 21:27).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lord offers to all men the opportunity to dwell in this place, but their names must be written in the Lamb's Book of Life. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Is your name there&lt;/span&gt;? - JMC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Isn't that wonderful? I KNOW that my name is written in the Lamb's book of life, and I will someday see the beauty of Heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can I be confident that my name is written in the book of life? Because I realized that I am a sinner in need of a Savior ("For all have sinned, and come short of the glory of God." Romans 3:23)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I believe Jesus Christ is that Savior ("And she shall bring forth a son, and thou shalt call his name Jesus: for he shall save his people from their sins." Matthew 1:21)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe He died on the cross for my sins ("... Christ died for our sins according to the scriptures." I Corinthians 15:3; "Who his own self bare our sins in his own body on the tree [the cross] ..." I Peter 2:24)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;atomicelement id="ms__id6103"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/atomicelement&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I believe He rose again the third day ("And that he was buried, and that he rose again the third day according to the scriptures" I Corinthians 15:4)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;atomicelement id="ms__id6107"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/atomicelement&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I believe God's Word, and it says in Romans 10:9 - "That if thou shalt confess with thy mouth the Lord Jesus, and shalt believe in thine heart that God hath raised him from the dead, thou shalt be saved." and in Romans 10:13 - "For whosoever shall call upon the name of the Lord shall be saved." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;atomicelement id="ms__id6110"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/atomicelement&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I also believe the promise found in John 3:36 - "He that believeth on the Son hath everlasting life ..." And I also believe the promise that is found in the latter part of this verse "... and &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;he that believeth not the Son shall not see life&lt;/span&gt;; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;but the wrath of God abideth on him&lt;/span&gt;." And if the "wrath of God abideth" on you, your name is not written in the book of life. Revelation 20:15 says "And whosoever was not found written in the book of life was cast into the lake of fire."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;atomicelement id="ms__id6114"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/atomicelement&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My prayer for all who might read this post is that they believe the Word of God to be true, understand they are in need of a Savior and confess with their mouth the Lord Jesus and believe in their heart that He died on the cross to pay the penalty for their sin, and that He rose from the dead to save them from hell and to forgive them of their sins. I pray that they will place their faith in the Lord Jesus Christ today, and be saved, and be assured that their name too is written in the Lamb's Book of Life and be able to share in the wonders and glories of Heaven throughout all eternity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8858538753889155604-5421020249214566458?l=josiesniece.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josiesniece.blogspot.com/feeds/5421020249214566458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8858538753889155604&amp;postID=5421020249214566458' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858538753889155604/posts/default/5421020249214566458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858538753889155604/posts/default/5421020249214566458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josiesniece.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-real.html' title='It&apos;s REAL!'/><author><name>Margie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15545922706804035368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/SNVlyKesU8I/AAAAAAAAAWU/HEzJ53rUkk4/S220/Josies+niece.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8858538753889155604.post-2471003945846361740</id><published>2009-01-06T22:37:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T22:43:47.316-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Wish for You</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/SWQj1honaZI/AAAAAAAAAk0/jIBlm_Qw9no/s1600-h/new+year+greeting.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288391264908568978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 309px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/SWQj1honaZI/AAAAAAAAAk0/jIBlm_Qw9no/s400/new+year+greeting.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;New Year's Wishes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What shall I wish thee? Treasures of earth?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Songs in the springtime, pleasure and mirth?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Flowers on thy pathway, skies ever clear?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Would this insure thee a happy new year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What shall I wish thee? What can be found?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bringing thee sunshine all the year round?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Where is the treasure, lasting and dear,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;That shall insure thee a happy new year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faith that increaseth, walking in light,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hope that aboundeth happy and bright.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love that is perfect, casting out fear,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;These will insure thee a happy new year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace in the Saviour, rest at His feet,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Smile on His countenance, radiant and sweet,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Joy in His presence, Christ ever near,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;These will insure thee a Happy New Year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8858538753889155604-2471003945846361740?l=josiesniece.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josiesniece.blogspot.com/feeds/2471003945846361740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8858538753889155604&amp;postID=2471003945846361740' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858538753889155604/posts/default/2471003945846361740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858538753889155604/posts/default/2471003945846361740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josiesniece.blogspot.com/2009/01/wish-for-you.html' title='A Wish for You'/><author><name>Margie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15545922706804035368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/SNVlyKesU8I/AAAAAAAAAWU/HEzJ53rUkk4/S220/Josies+niece.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/SWQj1honaZI/AAAAAAAAAk0/jIBlm_Qw9no/s72-c/new+year+greeting.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8858538753889155604.post-2432731731192985862</id><published>2009-01-03T23:24:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T00:09:47.212-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Party Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This afternoon we were at our niece's birthday party. Little G is 2 already! She certainly knew how to open her presents this year! Her Daddy (my little brother) didn't have to help her too much!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287290995645253266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/SWA7JbOOhpI/AAAAAAAAAjc/54f--OMHxDk/s320/100_2246.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Big sister helps out (even though it wasn't really necessary! hee hee!) She's such a sweetie!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287292572180202514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/SWA8lMRcxBI/AAAAAAAAAjk/ELNdcMwyLeQ/s320/100_2260.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287292574178781122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/SWA8lTt8p8I/AAAAAAAAAjs/yyoutM7EN7c/s320/100_2271.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Little G heading for the cake, which is actually cupcakes. I love this idea, it's so much easier than a cake! No having to cut it, and they are just right for little hands!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287292583341427586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/SWA8l12fi4I/AAAAAAAAAj0/LSj6zHAjXDk/s320/100_2277.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Both girls know what to do with a cupcake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/SWA8mk9wDLI/AAAAAAAAAkE/p6Yr7DrB1b8/s1600-h/100_2297.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287292595988335794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/SWA8mk9wDLI/AAAAAAAAAkE/p6Yr7DrB1b8/s320/100_2297.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287293429783361970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/SWA9XHF-ebI/AAAAAAAAAkM/ruol3bc_wQo/s320/100_2302.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Big A eats the icing a little bit neater than her little sister!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/SWA8mJKUTRI/AAAAAAAAAj8/e1KviJtMLj8/s1600-h/100_2292.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287292588524850450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/SWA8mJKUTRI/AAAAAAAAAj8/e1KviJtMLj8/s320/100_2292.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; Little G looks like she has a goatee! An icing goatee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287293438245643426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/SWA9XmnipKI/AAAAAAAAAkU/GQ97pcca2gQ/s320/100_2306.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We had a great time. The girls are so much fun, and we got to spend time with family again. By the time the birthday party was over, my tummy was sore, not from eating too much, but from laughing too much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I'd share some Christmas pictures of McDuff. I love this picture, it's an action shot of him jumping up to get his present from hubby dear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287290974469651634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/SWA7IMVkfLI/AAAAAAAAAi8/P7VOKUGrkMs/s320/100_2218.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;McDuff's new favorite toy, or should I say obsession? He loves these toys so much, we just keep buying him the same one, after he destroys them. Any other toy he destroys in about 5 minutes. These last alot longer. This one he carried around for a week (it was almost constantly in his mouth or by his side for a full week) before it got to the point where we had to take it. Luckily, we had a back-up handy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/SWA7Ib3D9UI/AAAAAAAAAjE/OBCsvqsf_YA/s1600-h/100_2211.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287290978636657986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/SWA7Ib3D9UI/AAAAAAAAAjE/OBCsvqsf_YA/s320/100_2211.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;He's just too adorable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287298353280024738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/SWBB1sjDgKI/AAAAAAAAAks/qB5Blcdik4M/s320/100_2231.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287290990244190962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/SWA7JHGg2vI/AAAAAAAAAjU/-0NCCM3Osls/s320/100_2239.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;After the party today, we went shopping for a few things. We needed a couple calendars, I got a Susan Branch calendar for my office, that will be fun for this year! And I finally found a pair of slippers to keep my toesies warm for the rest of the winter! YAY! I'm fussy, they MUST have rubber soles so I don't get shocked all the time, and these sweet little pink Dearfoams have the right kind. Yippee! I HATE getting shocked all the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287293441984262610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/SWA9X0i5cdI/AAAAAAAAAkc/lcTg2Dp6SpU/s320/100_2315.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;McDuff gives his approval on my little pink slippers. They are soooo soft and they look like those vintage Chenille bedspreads (Wen hates those, so I'm surprised he liked these slippers. I guess the poor man was just so weary from looking for some that suited me, tee hee!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287293450291707522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/SWA9YTfi_oI/AAAAAAAAAkk/OP_BRSXWGdc/s320/100_2317.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yes, indeed, I had warm toesies tonight. Ahhhh, what a perfect ending to a fun day!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8858538753889155604-2432731731192985862?l=josiesniece.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josiesniece.blogspot.com/feeds/2432731731192985862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8858538753889155604&amp;postID=2432731731192985862' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858538753889155604/posts/default/2432731731192985862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858538753889155604/posts/default/2432731731192985862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josiesniece.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post.html' title='Birthday Party Time'/><author><name>Margie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15545922706804035368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/SNVlyKesU8I/AAAAAAAAAWU/HEzJ53rUkk4/S220/Josies+niece.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/SWA7JbOOhpI/AAAAAAAAAjc/54f--OMHxDk/s72-c/100_2246.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8858538753889155604.post-7405729121903405876</id><published>2009-01-03T00:11:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T00:29:16.236-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happy 70th Birthday to my Dad! (actually I'm a few minutes late in posting this, his birthday is on the 2nd) I can't believe he is 70 years old. I thought my parents would stay young forever. I think it's harder for me to accept the fact that he's 70, than it is for me to accept the fact that I'm heading towards 50. I seem to be asking this question alot lately, but where does the time go?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;He's such a happy person, and pretty ornery, but in a good way. He's always laughing or whistling or singing. I got my sense of humor from him, and he taught me how to be naughty (but in a good way, tee hee!) He's always worked very hard and sacrificed for our needs. Both my parents are so content with what they have, even though they don't have much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My only complaint is that he works too hard, 6 days a week, and I don't get to see him very often right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Somehow I need to change that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/SV7z6jtMFQI/AAAAAAAAAi0/LVDa-qW7VrU/s1600-h/100_2006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286931199922279682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/SV7z6jtMFQI/AAAAAAAAAi0/LVDa-qW7VrU/s320/100_2006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; I love you Dad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&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/8858538753889155604-7405729121903405876?l=josiesniece.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josiesniece.blogspot.com/feeds/7405729121903405876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8858538753889155604&amp;postID=7405729121903405876' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858538753889155604/posts/default/7405729121903405876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8858538753889155604/posts/default/7405729121903405876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josiesniece.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy Birthday!'/><author><name>Margie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15545922706804035368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/SNVlyKesU8I/AAAAAAAAAWU/HEzJ53rUkk4/S220/Josies+niece.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/SV7z6jtMFQI/AAAAAAAAAi0/LVDa-qW7VrU/s72-c/100_2006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8858538753889155604.post-6928577737997844985</id><published>2009-01-01T22:52:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T23:26:46.609-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Happy Start</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286541533200992722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 193px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wpPAQ9h35VY/SV2Rg-DLSdI/AAAAAAAAAic/zr_5y8_IMBc/s320/Happy+New+Year.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Where did December go? It just disappeared so fast! I was not able to post anything new for a while as I've been so busy during the last 31 days of 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been busy making things, things that I'm excited about and love to make (I will post some pics later), and trying to get them on Etsy, but had to stop working on these things for a while because at the end of the year there is lots of extra work for the church that I need to do. I have one more big end of year job to do next week for church and I will be caught up with that. Pastor has also kept me very busy making new booklets and I have at least 3 more of those to do as well. He's been very busy writing lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't say I was busy with Christmas shopping this year, as we needed to keep it very small and simple (Wen and I only spent about $20 on each other this year) and I only gave gifts to my 2 little nieces and my son and his girlfriend. It was hard not being able to buy gifts like I wanted to but it was such a nice Christmas anyway. We stayed focused on what Christmas is really about, and that's God's gift to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what can you give your sweetheart that only costs $20? I gave Wen a DVD set of his favorite tv program, which he loved, and he gave me some Rally Day postcards that I had desired at an antique store but couldn't afford to buy. I was thrilled that he remembered them and took the time to go and search them out and buy them for me. It meant more to me than if he'd
