<?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-4328240677701317019</id><updated>2011-10-01T07:41:36.909-07:00</updated><category term='Christmas Celebrations'/><category term='reflections'/><category term='Birthday'/><category term='gratitude'/><category term='vacation'/><title type='text'>My LifeSong</title><subtitle type='html'>May the words I say
And the things I do
Make my lifesong sing
Bring a smile to you.
         Casting Crowns</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howcanistopsinging.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328240677701317019/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howcanistopsinging.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>My Lifesong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07293266108659422044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>79</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4328240677701317019.post-6132166829420966788</id><published>2011-05-22T18:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-21T17:22:34.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>April Highlights!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Do not worry about anything, but in everything by prayer and supplication &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;with thanksgiving let your requests be make known to God.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And the peace of God, which surpasses all understanding will guard your hearts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and your minds in Christ Jesus.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Philippians 4:6-7&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The beginning of April began with a day spent with Lorrie, and Alaina to the Clara City spring craft show.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I hadn't been to that craft show in years, I think maybe the last time I went was with Lorrie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mostly, we looked at all the crafts, wishing we could afford to buy some well-made things, but &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;resisting the urge to splurge, and settled on some small things.&amp;nbsp; Then, we found a cafe in town, and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;had lunch, and a caramel latte.&amp;nbsp; Alaina is in to all kinds of crafts.&amp;nbsp; I love that she is interested in them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We looked at a display of wooden frames that had many of the latest names, and Lorrie was trying to &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;decide what she liked for girl's names, as her baby she is carrying is a girl.&amp;nbsp; Lorrie looks great, and is feeling great as she carries this little one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Monday, I met with my retired friends from work.&amp;nbsp; We try to meet the first monday of each month @ McMillian's.&amp;nbsp; It's nice to catch up with each other's lives, esp. after the funerals we all attended.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Earl and I found out our hospice patient was admitted to the hospital, so we stopped by and visited her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then, Earl was off to a K of C meeting, and I went to the Oakes for Bev Marcus's retirement party from the hospital.&amp;nbsp; It was a fun time, seeing some of my former co-workers, watching Bev open her gifts, some of them, gag gifts(I made up different gift certificates), and listening to Diane and Becky sing her a song they made up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I joined a bible study group @ church.&amp;nbsp; We discuss the Sunday readings each week on wednesdays,&amp;nbsp; I talked Earl into joining us, too.&amp;nbsp; We both enjoy it. We also attended the Carmelite meeting in Willmar as we are still considered visitors, til we decide to make a more formal committment.&amp;nbsp; We&amp;nbsp;went to&amp;nbsp;a Hospice appreciation dinner @ Bethel church, which is always very nice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sadly, Ron Cramlet passed away, so I made a supper meal for Sharon and family, and dropped it off&amp;nbsp; for them after the wake.&amp;nbsp; He had been sick for a long time, and Earl was his hospice volunteer.&amp;nbsp; They enjoyed their time spent together.&amp;nbsp; Also, this month, several teen suicides occurred.&amp;nbsp; The community has been devastated by them, and have been trying to meet and discuss ways to prevent them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Warm days finally came in April.&amp;nbsp; We cleaned out flower beds, raked lawn, and began getting ready for Spring!&amp;nbsp; We got the deck swept up, and the patio furniture cleaned.&amp;nbsp; Ah, come spring.&amp;nbsp; my tulips are coming up too.&amp;nbsp; Still waiting for the trees to bud out with leaves.&amp;nbsp; Getting out and walking with the dogs, too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We visited Ella Mae again, and sadly, found out she died the next day, peacefully.&amp;nbsp; Earl had taken care of her husband&amp;nbsp; three years ago, and she had requested him when she got ill.&amp;nbsp; It was so nice to get to know her.﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Easter is upon us, and Earl and I attended Vigil Mass @ St. Mary's, and again, on Easter Sunday, @ Our Lady of the Lakes Mass, where I sang in the choir.&amp;nbsp; It was awesome!&amp;nbsp; Earl carried up the Easter candle both @ the vigil, and @ the Mass on Sunday.&amp;nbsp; Then, since we were not getting together as a family for Easter, we made reservations @ the Oakes, and had dinner there.&amp;nbsp; Afterwards, we took a long walk with the dogs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The next day, with a lot of help from Earl, we got the front yard raked, and I gave the dogs a bath.&amp;nbsp; We saw Jonnie's last concert, where he plays the bass with the fourth grade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c8Rfn8QZhHs/TdmYF6yGu9I/AAAAAAAABDs/Gdi5Ffx79Wk/s1600/Jonnie+playing+bass.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" j8="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c8Rfn8QZhHs/TdmYF6yGu9I/AAAAAAAABDs/Gdi5Ffx79Wk/s320/Jonnie+playing+bass.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The next day, we left for Colorado to visit Chris, Chuck, and family. the dogs were put in the kennel, and we stayed for a week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4328240677701317019-6132166829420966788?l=howcanistopsinging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howcanistopsinging.blogspot.com/feeds/6132166829420966788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4328240677701317019&amp;postID=6132166829420966788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328240677701317019/posts/default/6132166829420966788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328240677701317019/posts/default/6132166829420966788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howcanistopsinging.blogspot.com/2011/05/april-highlights.html' title='April Highlights!'/><author><name>My Lifesong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07293266108659422044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c8Rfn8QZhHs/TdmYF6yGu9I/AAAAAAAABDs/Gdi5Ffx79Wk/s72-c/Jonnie+playing+bass.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4328240677701317019.post-4420992023275967380</id><published>2011-03-27T17:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T17:59:44.128-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happenings in March!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RyL0lvrzK3Y/TY_JYQPDp2I/AAAAAAAABDM/stzkhV-Jv_0/s1600/superbowl+party.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="241" r6="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RyL0lvrzK3Y/TY_JYQPDp2I/AAAAAAAABDM/stzkhV-Jv_0/s320/superbowl+party.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Friends over for small Superbowl Party!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-l9B-MbgXyeA/TY_J_9t5CFI/AAAAAAAABDQ/RkeZRc2HFT8/s1600/March%252C+2011+002.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="241" r6="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-l9B-MbgXyeA/TY_J_9t5CFI/AAAAAAAABDQ/RkeZRc2HFT8/s320/March%252C+2011+002.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-poRlu7cyICY/TY_KT9cbZeI/AAAAAAAABDU/NgQI0PWs_XI/s1600/March%252C+2011+003.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="241" r6="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-poRlu7cyICY/TY_KT9cbZeI/AAAAAAAABDU/NgQI0PWs_XI/s320/March%252C+2011+003.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: right;"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-i4hvnIMYxkg/TY_KxUUiSZI/AAAAAAAABDY/o1p1_qbsfQE/s1600/March%252C+2011+004.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="241" r6="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-i4hvnIMYxkg/TY_KxUUiSZI/AAAAAAAABDY/o1p1_qbsfQE/s320/March%252C+2011+004.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;﻿&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;We attended Alaina's Band Concert.&amp;nbsp; She plays the cello beautifully with nimble fingers.&amp;nbsp; I think she likes playing.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-B4df9BgmWqc/TY_LlYBUlFI/AAAAAAAABDc/jQ5ZXRGzjIk/s1600/March%252C+2011+005.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="241" r6="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-B4df9BgmWqc/TY_LlYBUlFI/AAAAAAAABDc/jQ5ZXRGzjIk/s320/March%252C+2011+005.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Each time we see her and the class play, they get better and better.&amp;nbsp; Keep it up, 'Lainie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hk_fsFYLsrA/TY_MEN5afII/AAAAAAAABDg/LceEaS6QOYg/s1600/March%252C+2011+006.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="241" r6="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hk_fsFYLsrA/TY_MEN5afII/AAAAAAAABDg/LceEaS6QOYg/s320/March%252C+2011+006.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We also went to our old church, St. Patrick's for their annual Ham Dinner with Lorrie, Jon, and family.&lt;br /&gt;Always enough food, and we got plenty of ham.&amp;nbsp; Fr. John, their new priest, enjoyed the day dressed for the occasion.&amp;nbsp; Only complaint-they always stop the children's games, and face-painting too soon.&amp;nbsp; The boys didn't get a chance to have their face painted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7ZqddjDOOsw/TY_NPu1RP-I/AAAAAAAABDk/etA6bcUtfJU/s1600/March%252C+2011+011.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="241" r6="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7ZqddjDOOsw/TY_NPu1RP-I/AAAAAAAABDk/etA6bcUtfJU/s320/March%252C+2011+011.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Then, just as it warmed a bit, and started melting the snow off the roof, and we could see a little ground, we had a turn in the weater, and got hit with a foot of heavy, wet snow again!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Zn9OxU7_xj4/TY_N9RlTNbI/AAAAAAAABDo/MVBXn70iXtc/s1600/March%252C+2011+010.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="241" r6="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Zn9OxU7_xj4/TY_N9RlTNbI/AAAAAAAABDo/MVBXn70iXtc/s320/March%252C+2011+010.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Please Come, Spring!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sigh...I may whine about the weather, but I am so blessed with a home, food, clothing.&amp;nbsp; I say this as I see the photos of Japan, who experienced the strongest earthquake they ever had-8.9, with a devastating tsunami to follow.&amp;nbsp; 10,000 people are missing, and so many have nothing left of their homes.&amp;nbsp; No electricity, cold, no food, nuclear plants near meltdowns, living in shelters.&amp;nbsp; Dear God, may we all come together, and give them a helping hand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;March is also Food Shelf Month.&amp;nbsp; Let us all give enough so none go hungry in this nation, and world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've attended two friend's spouses funerals in three weeks, and one friend's retirement party.&amp;nbsp; I take each day as it comes, and am thankful for what God gives me.&amp;nbsp; It is good to be here.&amp;nbsp; May I return His love by reaching out to others around me, and extending that love to all.﻿&amp;nbsp; And keep my twin granddaughters safe.&amp;nbsp; They have had their share of accidents-2 concussions, and cut leg, playing their sports. And may everyone stay well...enough with the pneumonia, and strep throats, and influenza.&amp;nbsp; OK?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4328240677701317019-4420992023275967380?l=howcanistopsinging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howcanistopsinging.blogspot.com/feeds/4420992023275967380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4328240677701317019&amp;postID=4420992023275967380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328240677701317019/posts/default/4420992023275967380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328240677701317019/posts/default/4420992023275967380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howcanistopsinging.blogspot.com/2011/03/happenings-in-march.html' title='Happenings in March!'/><author><name>My Lifesong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07293266108659422044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RyL0lvrzK3Y/TY_JYQPDp2I/AAAAAAAABDM/stzkhV-Jv_0/s72-c/superbowl+party.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4328240677701317019.post-6281413474782263370</id><published>2011-03-13T16:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-13T16:56:11.649-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lent</title><content type='html'>Who do we think we are?&amp;nbsp; Who are we?&amp;nbsp; Have you ever asked yourself that question?&amp;nbsp; And why are we here?&amp;nbsp; What am I suppose to do with my life?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Lent is a time to reflect on these things...a time to slow down, and quiet oneself.&amp;nbsp; How did our world get so hectic, and instant messaging related?&amp;nbsp; It is a time of fasting, prayer, and almsgiving.&amp;nbsp; Fasting for what? For penance, for a hunger to empty ourselves, for discipline to think about others, and not just ourselves.&amp;nbsp; Prayer for connecting to Our Lord, and Mary, his mother, and all the people who need our prayers and petitions, and Alms for those struggling for the basics, the hungry, the jobless, the less fortunate.&amp;nbsp; But I feel, we need to do this all year long.&amp;nbsp; Our needs, and petitions are on-going.&amp;nbsp; Why did God make us...to know Him, to love Him, and to serve Him in this world, and be happy with him in the next.&amp;nbsp; I think, sometimes, we forget this....with our hectic schedules, family activities, work, so maybe it is good to have a special time each year-Lent.&amp;nbsp; Jesus tried to show us when he came down to this earth, how to live, by his actions, and his words.&amp;nbsp; Listen, and you will hear him speak to you.&amp;nbsp; He came as a servant, not searching for power, wealth, accolades, ambition, yet we are richer beyond measure by his love for us, and forgiveness of our sins.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Who are we?&amp;nbsp; We are the body of Christ, and in so being, a community of sinners,&amp;nbsp;who need to live in peace, love, and service to others.&amp;nbsp; May we all come to see that in our lives, and make a stand for what is right in God's eyes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4328240677701317019-6281413474782263370?l=howcanistopsinging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howcanistopsinging.blogspot.com/feeds/6281413474782263370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4328240677701317019&amp;postID=6281413474782263370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328240677701317019/posts/default/6281413474782263370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328240677701317019/posts/default/6281413474782263370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howcanistopsinging.blogspot.com/2011/03/lent.html' title='Lent'/><author><name>My Lifesong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07293266108659422044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4328240677701317019.post-441914143184060491</id><published>2011-03-12T14:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-12T14:12:49.677-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Life of Faith.</title><content type='html'>Life is a journey, a journey of faith.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;For me, it has been first, an acknowledgement of a higher being, God, and then, an ongoing study of who He is, what He wants me to be, and how to attain a loving relationship with Him.&amp;nbsp; My journey started when I was conceived.&amp;nbsp; God formed me in His likeness, and loved me.&amp;nbsp; My parents, then,&amp;nbsp;believed in&amp;nbsp;the importance of Baptism, and had me blessed with sacramental graces, and wiped clean of original sin as I&amp;nbsp;began my&amp;nbsp;formation in&amp;nbsp;the Catholic faith.&amp;nbsp; When I was seven, I received the Sacrament of Holy Communion.&amp;nbsp; I felt so pretty, dressed all in white-white veil, white fancy dress, white shoes and socks.&amp;nbsp; I processed into church with my whole class, boys and girls alike in white.&amp;nbsp; I don't think I really understood the meaning of receiving the body and blood of Christ that day, but I knew in my heart, it was something very special, and I wanted to be a part of it.&amp;nbsp;There was a reverence for going up to the altar rail, kneeling down, and opening your mouth to receive the host changed to Christ's body, and drinking the wine, changed to Christ's blood.&amp;nbsp; I still to this day, feel in awe of receiving the Holy Eucharist, and desire to do it as often as I can.&amp;nbsp; I also made my First Confession, now called Reconciliation.&amp;nbsp; I liked the fact that you could go into a darkened confessional, say what you did wrong, and nobody knew it was you, so I thought.&amp;nbsp; God knew!&lt;br /&gt;I started Catholic school in the third grade, and continued til the eighth grade.&amp;nbsp; In the fourth grade, I made my Confirmation.&amp;nbsp; I received the gifts and fruits of the Holy Spirit.&amp;nbsp; I believe my faith was a gift, given to me by God, and He expected me to carry on in that faith my whole life.&amp;nbsp; It has always been important to me, a sinner, to try to follow the doctrines of my faith, even when I doubted some of the Church's teachings on birth control.&amp;nbsp; More about that later.&lt;br /&gt;When I was 21, I received the Sacrament of Matrimony.&amp;nbsp; "Through sickness, and health, through good times and bad,&amp;nbsp; I committed myself to this man I chose as my husband.&amp;nbsp; I found out how challenging life can be, but&amp;nbsp; I never gave up, and gave in to dispair when things got rough.&amp;nbsp; I guess you could say, I got tough.&amp;nbsp; But I didn't do this alone.&amp;nbsp; I knew I had to rely on God and my faith to get through the bad times...difficult relationships, accidents, sickness, death of loved ones, and He made me stronger.&amp;nbsp; By the time I had my third child, though, I wanted to have a break from pregnancy.&amp;nbsp; I talked to a priest about what I could do to prevent another pregnancy, and he said to pray...ask God to help me.&amp;nbsp; Well, I thought, that wasn't the answer I wanted to hear, but I did pray to God, half-heartedly, now that I think back about it.&amp;nbsp; I didn't really trust God with this matter.&amp;nbsp; Sure enough, I got pregnant soon after.&amp;nbsp; I cried, and cried, felt betrayed by God..didn't He hear my prayers?&amp;nbsp; This isn't what I wanted now!&amp;nbsp; But I know realize it never is about what I want, or feel, or desire, it's what God wants and plans for me and all of us.&amp;nbsp; What seemed devastating at the time, turned out of be a wonderful delightful child, who grew into a glowing, happy woman who I love dearly.&lt;br /&gt;But, at the time, I decided to take birth control matters into my own hands.&amp;nbsp; In the early seventies, there was a movement in the Church, that started to question Church teachings.&amp;nbsp; I was part of a Church group, called "Genesis", which met in each others' homes, and explored our feelings about ourselves, and our faith.&amp;nbsp; From those sessions, I came out of that, that it was OK to not always follow the Church's laws, as long as we followed the doctrines, and decrees of our faith.&amp;nbsp; So I convinced myself that it was alright to use some form of birth control.&amp;nbsp; It&amp;nbsp; was my body, my life,my,my, my.&amp;nbsp; Where did I fit God in my plans?&amp;nbsp; Did God want this?&lt;br /&gt;I used a diaphram to block the sperm.&amp;nbsp; That should be OK.&amp;nbsp; I objected to the pill, as it caused a chemical change in my body.&amp;nbsp; I now know it can actually cause a chemical abortion to a fertilized egg.&amp;nbsp; I joked to others, how God took pity on me, and didn't give me another child for five years, but it was me blocking any chance of another pregnancy.&amp;nbsp; But God got the last laugh, when He decided to show me who really was in charge, though I didn't get it at the tme, by blessing me with another child, my fifth girl.&amp;nbsp; She came at a time when we needed a renewal of our marital relationship&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; My husband got to follow me into the labor room this time, but still couldn't be in the delivery room.&amp;nbsp; He became more involved in her care as a baby.&amp;nbsp; We rejoiced in her, and love her spunk, and spirit as a woman's/child's advocate.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Still, I went back to using the diaphram for five more years.&amp;nbsp; Then, by the grace of God, he blessed us with a son.&amp;nbsp;This time, my husband was with me throughout the whole labor and delivery process. &amp;nbsp;In my mistaken ignorance of not following the Church I professed to believe in, I decided that he would be my last one.&amp;nbsp; Physically, I was exhausted in carrying this child.&amp;nbsp; I didn't want to be pregnant in my forties.&amp;nbsp; Again, the selfishness, instead of the trust.&amp;nbsp; So I had a tubal ligation.&amp;nbsp; Maybe I deprived my son of a brother?&amp;nbsp; Who knows.&amp;nbsp; I realize all life is precious.&lt;br /&gt;God in his mercy has forgiven me. More on my faith in the next blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4328240677701317019-441914143184060491?l=howcanistopsinging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howcanistopsinging.blogspot.com/feeds/441914143184060491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4328240677701317019&amp;postID=441914143184060491' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328240677701317019/posts/default/441914143184060491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328240677701317019/posts/default/441914143184060491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howcanistopsinging.blogspot.com/2011/03/my-life-of-faith.html' title='My Life of Faith.'/><author><name>My Lifesong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07293266108659422044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4328240677701317019.post-6533443046910111867</id><published>2011-02-20T15:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T15:11:24.916-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So how are those goals Going?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Each day is a day that God has given us,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and each moment of that day is in His hands.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Roy Lessin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;﻿Physically, I'm feeling great, but am hit and miss on daily exercise, I mean, the kind that goes to the Y, and works out at least 30"daily.&amp;nbsp; I just can't seem to motivate myself to incorporate it as part of everyday planning.&amp;nbsp; My eating habits are also hit and miss, most of the time healthy, but those extra sweets keep creeping into my diet, and my weight is not going downward.&amp;nbsp; So I've decided to follow the South Beach Diet plan for awhile, and see if I can stick with a eating plan that helps me lose some of this weight I'm carrying around.&amp;nbsp; In phase 1, I'll be cutting out all bread, fruit, and high glycemic foods.&amp;nbsp; Then, after 2 weeks, in Phase 2, I can slowly add some of these back in, but not all at once.&amp;nbsp; I'll let you know if this works for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Spiritually, Earl and I have been attending Mass almost daily.&amp;nbsp; We start the morning reading the scripture readings, and the liturgy of the hours.&amp;nbsp; I find this is a very good way to start the day, helping me to focus on how to live, and thinking of God throughout the day.&amp;nbsp;I have also kept a prayer journal daily, and it helps me focus on what I'm ever thankful for.&amp;nbsp;I belong to the church's choir, and I love it.&amp;nbsp; I have hymns singing in my head each day..&amp;nbsp; Our music director makes our practices exciting and lots of fun.&amp;nbsp; This saturday, I'm driving 5 of us to a Music Ministry workshop, to discover what changes will occur in the Mass this fall.&amp;nbsp; I'm also trying to increase my devotion to our mother, Mary, by saying the rosary each evening.&amp;nbsp; There are so many things, and people to pray for.&amp;nbsp; Earl and I were also invited to visit a parishioner we met @ her home near Belgrade.&amp;nbsp; So we went there for lunch one day in January.&amp;nbsp; Her husband was a neurosurgeaon, who passed away, last year, and she lives on a 260 acre place with a hermitage on it, which she runs, with the help of friends.&amp;nbsp; While serving lunch, we got to know each other, and she explained how she belongs to a lay Discalced Carmelite order, and asked us if we would like to join, too.&amp;nbsp; We were given the literature on it, and have read it over, and am praying about it.&amp;nbsp; It is a 3-5 year process, and would help draw us closer to our Lord, and Mary.&amp;nbsp; We also are getting more involved in church activites.&amp;nbsp; We both bring communion to the shut-ins @ Glen Oaks assisted living, and independent living facilites, the first Sunday of the month.&amp;nbsp; I signed up to be a reader, and Earl, a eucharist minister.&amp;nbsp; I also got involved in the planning of a "Mystery Tour" for our women's group.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Once a week, I volunteer to help a mother of quadruples plus a 4 yr old son, with taking care of the babies, and helping with laundry.&amp;nbsp; There are 3 boys, and one girl.&amp;nbsp; It's fun to see them growing, and I enjoy it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After much debate, we decided not to replace the camper right now, if ever. Gas prices are increasing, we're not comfortable driving with it, and not sure how much we'd use it.&amp;nbsp; So we got new tires on the Envoy, and are ready to travel in the car.&amp;nbsp; Last week, after being sick of cold, below freezing temps, record snow falls, and being couped up in the house, we decided&amp;nbsp;to go down to our resort in Spirit Lake, Ia, and enjoy some time away from home.&amp;nbsp; They had a "retired or not" retreat for four days, so we took part in it.&amp;nbsp; We met new people, played games, learned new card games, swam, and took the dogs for walks daily,&amp;nbsp; Nice and relaxing!&amp;nbsp; Earl has had a yen for Chinese food, so for Valentine's Day, we found a place in Spirit Lake, called Asian Palace, and had a wonderful dinner, and conversation.&amp;nbsp; My favorite phrase on love is:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;﻿Love always protects, always trusts, always hope,always preserves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And now three remain: faith, hope and love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But the greatest of these is love.&amp;nbsp; 1 Cor 13&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;﻿As I write this, there is a blizzard blowing outside.&amp;nbsp; So much for the warm weather we experienced last week.&amp;nbsp; This week, I am going to the hospital party for one of my co-workers, Bev, as she is retiring.&amp;nbsp; And sadly, I am also going to the funeral of a dear friend, whose husband died suddenly, last friday.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Happiness, sadness...isn't that what life can bring at times.&amp;nbsp; "Each moment of each day is in God's hands."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4328240677701317019-6533443046910111867?l=howcanistopsinging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howcanistopsinging.blogspot.com/feeds/6533443046910111867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4328240677701317019&amp;postID=6533443046910111867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328240677701317019/posts/default/6533443046910111867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328240677701317019/posts/default/6533443046910111867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howcanistopsinging.blogspot.com/2011/02/so-how-are-those-goals-going.html' title='So how are those goals Going?'/><author><name>My Lifesong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07293266108659422044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4328240677701317019.post-1776957098453226341</id><published>2011-01-02T17:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T16:00:02.785-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome, 2011!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lord, help me to stay on the journey in search of you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Help me when I am tired&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Help me when I've lost my way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Help me when the destination is not clear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Help me when discouraging voices crowd out my hopes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lord, help me to stay on the journey with the sure knowledge &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that you wait for me and are my final destination.&amp;nbsp; Amen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/TSEjhwUm9wI/AAAAAAAABDA/5rIXUy2zLjc/s1600/images-happy+new+year%252C+2011.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/TSEjhwUm9wI/AAAAAAAABDA/5rIXUy2zLjc/s1600/images-happy+new+year%252C+2011.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;﻿A new year!&amp;nbsp; A new start!&amp;nbsp; But isn't each day we are given a beginning?&amp;nbsp; Looking back over the past year,&amp;nbsp; there were many highs and lows, joys and sorrows, peace and turmoil.&amp;nbsp; I breathe a sigh of relief.&amp;nbsp; I have been given this day, and this day only.&amp;nbsp; I don't know the future, only now.&amp;nbsp; I leave my future in God's hands, as only He knows what His plans are for me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As many of us do each year, these are my resolutions:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Physically:&amp;nbsp; be healthy by good eating habits, exercise, losing 10% of my body weight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Spiritually:&amp;nbsp; start a prayer journal, daily readings of scripture, daily Mass, daily rosary&lt;br /&gt;Financially:&amp;nbsp; To be completely out of debt this year, except for house&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Goals:&amp;nbsp; To do all things with joy, even routine chores, to think of others before me, to enjoy travels with Earl, keep in touch with all my children, try to get all birthday gifts out on time, to always &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;be grateful for each day I am given, for family, and friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4328240677701317019-1776957098453226341?l=howcanistopsinging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howcanistopsinging.blogspot.com/feeds/1776957098453226341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4328240677701317019&amp;postID=1776957098453226341' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328240677701317019/posts/default/1776957098453226341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328240677701317019/posts/default/1776957098453226341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howcanistopsinging.blogspot.com/2011/01/welcome-2011.html' title='Welcome, 2011!'/><author><name>My Lifesong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07293266108659422044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/TSEjhwUm9wI/AAAAAAAABDA/5rIXUy2zLjc/s72-c/images-happy+new+year%252C+2011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4328240677701317019.post-4683189787602598172</id><published>2011-01-02T16:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T09:07:23.537-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Noel, Noel!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Teach Us to Be Peacemakers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;God of all creation, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bring justice and peace to our world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Teach us to be peacemakers, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Guide us in our pursuit of justice and the common good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Inspire us to welcome all, forgive all, and love all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Direct us as we walk in the shadow of Jesus;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the way, the Truth, and the Life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Inspire us to percrive the world through your eyes,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that we might find hope and joy each day.&amp;nbsp; Amen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We celebrated Christmas with half of the family this year, as the out-of-staters couldn't be with us physically, but always here in spirit.&amp;nbsp; Our theme this year was "Pajama Party".&amp;nbsp; I wanted a relaxed, fun, comfortable gathering, and if some of the ones could come next year, we'll do a country theme then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, we all wore our pajamas, or comfort clothes, served appetizers, wings, turkey sandwiches, creme-filled cupcakes, cookies, rice krispie wreaths, fudge, punch.&amp;nbsp; Of course, there were games to be played, movies to watch, with popcorn, presents to be opened, and sleep overs.&amp;nbsp; Here are some photos:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/TSEQlGr19_I/AAAAAAAABBg/s5cUNcSaJUU/s1600/Christmas%252C+2010+002.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="241" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/TSEQlGr19_I/AAAAAAAABBg/s5cUNcSaJUU/s320/Christmas%252C+2010+002.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The stockings were hung by the fireplace with care&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/TSEQ3UkSVyI/AAAAAAAABBk/YA22uMRS33M/s1600/Christmas%252C+2010+001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="241" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/TSEQ3UkSVyI/AAAAAAAABBk/YA22uMRS33M/s320/Christmas%252C+2010+001.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The Christmas tree was decorated, and the manger was displayed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/TSERT_vCaaI/AAAAAAAABBo/YIMkVQwBRTQ/s1600/Christmas%252C+2010+006.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="241" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/TSERT_vCaaI/AAAAAAAABBo/YIMkVQwBRTQ/s320/Christmas%252C+2010+006.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Santa arrived with gifts for the Gorts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/TSERlUbXPTI/AAAAAAAABBs/b0Wx2YE2ruE/s1600/Christmas%252C+2010+007.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="241" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/TSERlUbXPTI/AAAAAAAABBs/b0Wx2YE2ruE/s320/Christmas%252C+2010+007.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nevie and Aidan are excited to see the many presents&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/TSER--viaSI/AAAAAAAABBw/MEWa2Q5lGOU/s1600/Christmas%252C+2010+008.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="241" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/TSER--viaSI/AAAAAAAABBw/MEWa2Q5lGOU/s320/Christmas%252C+2010+008.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Finally getting to open the presents&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/TSEScbMV2KI/AAAAAAAABB0/alHVcjhIspg/s1600/Christmas%252C+2010+011.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="241" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/TSEScbMV2KI/AAAAAAAABB0/alHVcjhIspg/s320/Christmas%252C+2010+011.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Family gathering around the food in the kitchen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/TSESubX_xKI/AAAAAAAABB4/86fBWCXNhS8/s1600/Christmas%252C+2010+012.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="241" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/TSESubX_xKI/AAAAAAAABB4/86fBWCXNhS8/s320/Christmas%252C+2010+012.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/TSES8OGnHSI/AAAAAAAABB8/azNXYlnhpAM/s1600/Christmas%252C+2010+013.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="241" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/TSES8OGnHSI/AAAAAAAABB8/azNXYlnhpAM/s320/Christmas%252C+2010+013.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The Swansons, Lorrie announced she was carrying #4 at Thanksgiving, and is due July 14th.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/TSEThXTjufI/AAAAAAAABCA/amAIfUHKRvM/s1600/Christmas%252C+2010+014.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="241" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/TSEThXTjufI/AAAAAAAABCA/amAIfUHKRvM/s320/Christmas%252C+2010+014.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Grandchildren eating on the sunporch, all in their pj's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/TSET44U-VII/AAAAAAAABCE/RRq_gAnh3dc/s1600/Christmas%252C+2010+015.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="241" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/TSET44U-VII/AAAAAAAABCE/RRq_gAnh3dc/s320/Christmas%252C+2010+015.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Liam enjoying his food, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/TSEUOulQd2I/AAAAAAAABCI/rPh1DZ1TT-c/s1600/Christmas%252C+2010+018.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="241" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/TSEUOulQd2I/AAAAAAAABCI/rPh1DZ1TT-c/s320/Christmas%252C+2010+018.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Courtney and Cassidy, part of the Viking cheerleaders&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/TSEUif-G3OI/AAAAAAAABCM/ftiCkfy13FA/s1600/Christmas%252C+2010+017.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="241" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/TSEUif-G3OI/AAAAAAAABCM/ftiCkfy13FA/s320/Christmas%252C+2010+017.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sharyn, with Raquel, and Cory&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/TSEU13g_9zI/AAAAAAAABCQ/mJ9zj0TwBNo/s1600/Christmas%252C+2010+019.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="241" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/TSEU13g_9zI/AAAAAAAABCQ/mJ9zj0TwBNo/s320/Christmas%252C+2010+019.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Opening gifts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/TSEVDEeVt1I/AAAAAAAABCU/CKnRcfkr1ws/s1600/Christmas%252C+2010+023.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="241" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/TSEVDEeVt1I/AAAAAAAABCU/CKnRcfkr1ws/s320/Christmas%252C+2010+023.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/TSEVU51FyuI/AAAAAAAABCY/SK4zZ3deaow/s1600/Christmas%252C+2010+021.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="241" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/TSEVU51FyuI/AAAAAAAABCY/SK4zZ3deaow/s320/Christmas%252C+2010+021.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/TSEV2AWyyMI/AAAAAAAABCg/YoSYvF2N1K8/s1600/Family+group+%2540+Christmas%252C+2010.+Pajama+Theme.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/TSEV2AWyyMI/AAAAAAAABCg/YoSYvF2N1K8/s320/Family+group+%2540+Christmas%252C+2010.+Pajama+Theme.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Pajama LeBons&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/TSEWHp75BaI/AAAAAAAABCk/qmBt2dOZKyM/s1600/Gorts+in+Chrismas+jammies.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/TSEWHp75BaI/AAAAAAAABCk/qmBt2dOZKyM/s320/Gorts+in+Chrismas+jammies.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Love the Gorts PJ's&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/TSEWfZQ8P1I/AAAAAAAABCo/VpNtlfvow4g/s1600/Grandpa+with+Sawyer.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/TSEWfZQ8P1I/AAAAAAAABCo/VpNtlfvow4g/s320/Grandpa+with+Sawyer.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Grandpa with spiderman sawyer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/TSEWv539VVI/AAAAAAAABCs/qPwsMZrli-c/s1600/Grandparents+with++half+the+grandchildren.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/TSEWv539VVI/AAAAAAAABCs/qPwsMZrli-c/s320/Grandparents+with++half+the+grandchildren.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;trying to get a group picture of grandchildren, This is only half of them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/TSEXKEvRgvI/AAAAAAAABCw/AKeUQXGp1_4/s1600/Swansons+in+jammies.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/TSEXKEvRgvI/AAAAAAAABCw/AKeUQXGp1_4/s320/Swansons+in+jammies.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Swansons in their pj's&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/TSEXrvnnH8I/AAAAAAAABC0/EkIWwI23dAg/s1600/Nevie+in+Christmas+jammies.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/TSEXrvnnH8I/AAAAAAAABC0/EkIWwI23dAg/s320/Nevie+in+Christmas+jammies.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love this picture of Nevie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/TSEalRak8VI/AAAAAAAABC8/Npbdd8cS0SY/s1600/Sharyn+and+Our+Viking+Cheerleaders.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/TSEalRak8VI/AAAAAAAABC8/Npbdd8cS0SY/s320/Sharyn+and+Our+Viking+Cheerleaders.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sharyn, and girls&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/TSEX_DiG58I/AAAAAAAABC4/oioxr4DbYss/s1600/nativity+image.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/TSEX_DiG58I/AAAAAAAABC4/oioxr4DbYss/s320/nativity+image.jpg" width="288" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;God created us as a family to be in relationship and communion with you and with one another.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Help us to always reflect in our lives the same love that united the Holy Family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Teach us respect and appreciation for our dfferences, and make us one in you.&amp;nbsp; 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thanksgiving, 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;You've blessed me with friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;and laughter and fun&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;With rain that's as soft&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;as the light from the sun-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;You've blessed me with the stars&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;to brighter each night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;You've given me help&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to know wrong from right&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You've given me so much&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;please, Lord, give me too&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a heart that is always&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Grateful to you.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Irish Blessing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;﻿We gathered here with the Swansons, Gorts, and Stutelbergs in spirit.&amp;nbsp; Sharyn ended up with tire problems, and couldn't make it to our house.&amp;nbsp; Actually, it was a nice size, instead of an overabundance of people.&amp;nbsp; I'm not complainning about that, but as our family increases, our house is getting smaller and smaller.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/TSEAFtg1mWI/AAAAAAAABAQ/tkauwmDACm0/s1600/Fall%252C+2010%252C+and+Thanksgiving+001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="241" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/TSEAFtg1mWI/AAAAAAAABAQ/tkauwmDACm0/s320/Fall%252C+2010%252C+and+Thanksgiving+001.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;right before Thanksgiving, we got to see Jonnie in his first orchestra concert.&amp;nbsp; He plays the base fiddle.&amp;nbsp; It's bigger than him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/TSEAnQYGHwI/AAAAAAAABAU/MQZUbOdVH4A/s1600/Fall%252C+2010%252C+and+Thanksgiving+003.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="241" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/TSEAnQYGHwI/AAAAAAAABAU/MQZUbOdVH4A/s320/Fall%252C+2010%252C+and+Thanksgiving+003.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/TSEA4RWUj1I/AAAAAAAABAY/rmEL-pIeORw/s1600/Fall%252C+2010%252C+and+Thanksgiving+005.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="241" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/TSEA4RWUj1I/AAAAAAAABAY/rmEL-pIeORw/s320/Fall%252C+2010%252C+and+Thanksgiving+005.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We also went to the dome twice&amp;nbsp;to watch Courtney and Cassidy in play-offs for State Champions of soccer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/TSEBWzCHinI/AAAAAAAABAc/IeQ4iKCa5mw/s1600/Fall%252C+2010%252C+and+Thanksgiving+007.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="241" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/TSEBWzCHinI/AAAAAAAABAc/IeQ4iKCa5mw/s320/Fall%252C+2010%252C+and+Thanksgiving+007.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They played hard, won the play offs, and now it was down to the last game for Champs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/TSEB_n7SqRI/AAAAAAAABAg/a0gc4Rm4IcU/s1600/Fall%252C+2010%252C+and+Thanksgiving+008.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="241" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/TSEB_n7SqRI/AAAAAAAABAg/a0gc4Rm4IcU/s320/Fall%252C+2010%252C+and+Thanksgiving+008.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;YES, They claimed the State Championship for the Elks Royals Hight School.&amp;nbsp; Cassidy paid a price for it,, though, by being hit in the upper stomach, defending the goal area, and ended up at Hennepin Co. Hospital by ambulance.&amp;nbsp; They thought she may have internal bleeding.&amp;nbsp; Thankfully, after doing an ultrasound, she didn't have any bleeding or broken bones, but a bruised liver, which was very painful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/TSEDHYy7gGI/AAAAAAAABAk/4w4JiQKRXcw/s1600/Fall%252C+2010%252C+and+Thanksgiving+004.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="241" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/TSEDHYy7gGI/AAAAAAAABAk/4w4JiQKRXcw/s320/Fall%252C+2010%252C+and+Thanksgiving+004.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Good to see Raquel there with bf, Joe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/TSEFanxqjII/AAAAAAAABA4/yeUrqaY8Nyk/s1600/Scene+from+house%252C+Nisswa.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="241" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/TSEFanxqjII/AAAAAAAABA4/yeUrqaY8Nyk/s320/Scene+from+house%252C+Nisswa.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Before Fall ended, I went up North to Nisswa with Ruth and Terri for a girlfriend weekend.&amp;nbsp; We stayed at Ruth's sister's cottage on Round Lake.&amp;nbsp; Beautiful views of the lake, shopping, relaxing, playing Farkle, drinking wine, and margiritas.&amp;nbsp; Ah, nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/TSEGuLVcbqI/AAAAAAAABBA/tR2ydqPmLY0/s1600/Terri%252C+Ruth+%2540+Nisswa.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/TSEGuLVcbqI/AAAAAAAABBA/tR2ydqPmLY0/s200/Terri%252C+Ruth+%2540+Nisswa.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/TSEGfXRpIcI/AAAAAAAABA8/wUyR7SzmkV0/s1600/Terri%252C+Jeanne+%2540+Nisswa.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/TSEGfXRpIcI/AAAAAAAABA8/wUyR7SzmkV0/s200/Terri%252C+Jeanne+%2540+Nisswa.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/TSEH1HJvVmI/AAAAAAAABBE/CIg8nnh5jb4/s1600/sunrise+again%252C+Round+Lake.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="241" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/TSEH1HJvVmI/AAAAAAAABBE/CIg8nnh5jb4/s320/sunrise+again%252C+Round+Lake.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/TSEIJRlGTtI/AAAAAAAABBI/Ow2FN1hXAEA/s1600/Gaggle+of+geeese+on+lake.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="241" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/TSEIJRlGTtI/AAAAAAAABBI/Ow2FN1hXAEA/s320/Gaggle+of+geeese+on+lake.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/TSEDvBaYuSI/AAAAAAAABAs/T3MP9h682xU/s1600/Fall%252C+2010%252C+and+Thanksgiving+009.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="241" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/TSEDvBaYuSI/AAAAAAAABAs/T3MP9h682xU/s320/Fall%252C+2010%252C+and+Thanksgiving+009.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Liam helped me get ready for all the company for Thanksgiving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/TSEEYAjURRI/AAAAAAAABA0/HZfNRB802k4/s1600/Fall%252C+2010%252C+and+Thanksgiving+011.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/TSEEYAjURRI/AAAAAAAABA0/HZfNRB802k4/s200/Fall%252C+2010%252C+and+Thanksgiving+011.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/TSEIZMVkhRI/AAAAAAAABBM/XQHFBmg6IHU/s1600/Fall%252C+2010%252C+and+Thanksgiving+012.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="241" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/TSEIZMVkhRI/AAAAAAAABBM/XQHFBmg6IHU/s320/Fall%252C+2010%252C+and+Thanksgiving+012.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Liam had a ball exploring the house, up and down the stairs, hundreds of times.&amp;nbsp; Poor Mom!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/TSEI7h2baoI/AAAAAAAABBQ/PitCDf-uW2A/s1600/Fall%252C+2010%252C+and+Thanksgiving+013.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="241" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/TSEI7h2baoI/AAAAAAAABBQ/PitCDf-uW2A/s320/Fall%252C+2010%252C+and+Thanksgiving+013.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Alaina helping by stuffing the celery.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/TSEJOY6X_9I/AAAAAAAABBU/d9ktZ7SxiTA/s1600/Fall%252C+2010%252C+and+Thanksgiving+023.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="241" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/TSEJOY6X_9I/AAAAAAAABBU/d9ktZ7SxiTA/s320/Fall%252C+2010%252C+and+Thanksgiving+023.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Cousins!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/TSEJiAH_uNI/AAAAAAAABBY/XK3x7fpkbPI/s1600/Fall%252C+2010%252C+and+Thanksgiving+014.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="241" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/TSEJiAH_uNI/AAAAAAAABBY/XK3x7fpkbPI/s320/Fall%252C+2010%252C+and+Thanksgiving+014.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ready to eat!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/TSEJx1EYsQI/AAAAAAAABBc/C_sP26F11r8/s1600/Fall%252C+2010%252C+and+Thanksgiving+016.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="241" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/TSEJx1EYsQI/AAAAAAAABBc/C_sP26F11r8/s320/Fall%252C+2010%252C+and+Thanksgiving+016.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thanksgiving dinner!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/TSEEH16aioI/AAAAAAAABAw/lEvsigmvwtk/s1600/Fall%252C+2010%252C+and+Thanksgiving+010.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; 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thanksgiving, 2010'/><author><name>My Lifesong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07293266108659422044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/TSEAFtg1mWI/AAAAAAAABAQ/tkauwmDACm0/s72-c/Fall%252C+2010%252C+and+Thanksgiving+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4328240677701317019.post-8795786743434779291</id><published>2011-01-01T14:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T14:25:53.681-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maryland Vacation, Sept-Oct., 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/TR-fRW1OHEI/AAAAAAAAA-o/yWcRHqKgMWQ/s1600/Becky%252C+Kyle%252C+Rose+%2540+soccer.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="241" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/TR-fRW1OHEI/AAAAAAAAA-o/yWcRHqKgMWQ/s320/Becky%252C+Kyle%252C+Rose+%2540+soccer.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We were home for about a month when we packed up, this time with our camper, and two dogs, and headed back to Maryland.&amp;nbsp; Earl had his navy ship reunion in Alexandria, Va the end of September.&amp;nbsp; Sandie and Jim wanted to celebrate their anniversary by the ocean, but now with the children in their custody, they had a dilemna about who would take care of them.&amp;nbsp; Since we were coming out, I offered to come early in the month, and stay @ their place while they were gone.&amp;nbsp; It gave us a chance to get aquainted with my niece and nephew.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/TR-oJYBOh-I/AAAAAAAAA-8/Zpcq-7XQZ-s/s1600/Maryland+vacation%252C+Sept.+2010+004.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="241" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/TR-oJYBOh-I/AAAAAAAAA-8/Zpcq-7XQZ-s/s320/Maryland+vacation%252C+Sept.+2010+004.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;While there, we watched Mara ice-skate, for her lessons.&amp;nbsp; She is doing amazingly well, so much more than the last time we saw her in January.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Mama Julie and Rose @ the rink.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/TR-n2NVF-3I/AAAAAAAAA-4/l_DrNiDwRxk/s1600/maryland+vacation%252C+sept.+2010+003.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/TR-n2NVF-3I/AAAAAAAAA-4/l_DrNiDwRxk/s200/maryland+vacation%252C+sept.+2010+003.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/TR-o5ZYVx7I/AAAAAAAAA_A/Urwg_qCb03Q/s1600/maryland+vacation%252C+sept.+2010+005.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="241" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/TR-o5ZYVx7I/AAAAAAAAA_A/Urwg_qCb03Q/s320/maryland+vacation%252C+sept.+2010+005.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/TR-pLW2ZgYI/AAAAAAAAA_E/aSBT90swrCQ/s1600/maryland+vacation%252C+sept.+2010+008.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="241" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/TR-pLW2ZgYI/AAAAAAAAA_E/aSBT90swrCQ/s320/maryland+vacation%252C+sept.+2010+008.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We had a picnic lunch after skating in the park nearby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/TR-pocrGPII/AAAAAAAAA_I/TEsHb9enVqQ/s1600/Maryland+vacation%252C+Sept.+2010+010.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="241" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/TR-pocrGPII/AAAAAAAAA_I/TEsHb9enVqQ/s320/Maryland+vacation%252C+Sept.+2010+010.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We went the first saturday there, to Hampstead, with Kyle and Becky, to watch Analese, and Mara play soccer.&amp;nbsp; It was so cute watching them play.&amp;nbsp; Greg is an&amp;nbsp; assistant coach for the team. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/TR-qa9UqfwI/AAAAAAAAA_M/XeRZxrDXzRg/s1600/Maryland+vacation%252C+Sept.+2010+011.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="241" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/TR-qa9UqfwI/AAAAAAAAA_M/XeRZxrDXzRg/s320/Maryland+vacation%252C+Sept.+2010+011.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/TR-qqSNMNSI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/p6rTCopAvcI/s1600/Maryland+vacation%252C+Sept.+2010+015.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="241" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/TR-qqSNMNSI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/p6rTCopAvcI/s320/Maryland+vacation%252C+Sept.+2010+015.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Taking a snack break.&amp;nbsp; It was a little cool but sunny that day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/TR-r52WMhSI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/XRT0riMumdo/s1600/Maryland+vacation%252C+Sept.+2010+016.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/TR-r52WMhSI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/XRT0riMumdo/s200/Maryland+vacation%252C+Sept.+2010+016.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/TR-rHda7DLI/AAAAAAAAA_U/HkF_pXJgsWU/s1600/Maryland+vacation%252C+Sept.+2010+012.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/TR-rHda7DLI/AAAAAAAAA_U/HkF_pXJgsWU/s200/Maryland+vacation%252C+Sept.+2010+012.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Rose is such a happy little clown,&amp;nbsp; she was such a delight to be around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/TR-swBEXCHI/AAAAAAAAA_c/2YW0lOR4HHE/s1600/Maryland+vacation%252C+Sept.+2010+017.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="241" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/TR-swBEXCHI/AAAAAAAAA_c/2YW0lOR4HHE/s320/Maryland+vacation%252C+Sept.+2010+017.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Rose showing us her biking skills &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/TR-uqr_DJAI/AAAAAAAAA_g/B6S-7CdLGJw/s1600/Maryland+vacation%252C+Sept.+2010+021.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="241" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/TR-uqr_DJAI/AAAAAAAAA_g/B6S-7CdLGJw/s320/Maryland+vacation%252C+Sept.+2010+021.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mara playing in yard&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/TR-ve1kALnI/AAAAAAAAA_k/wGza8noZ68s/s1600/Maryland+vacation%252C+Sept.+2010+025.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="241" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/TR-ve1kALnI/AAAAAAAAA_k/wGza8noZ68s/s320/Maryland+vacation%252C+Sept.+2010+025.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They enjoyed being in the camper, and watching movies with us, and&amp;nbsp; reading books.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/TR-wdhnfwVI/AAAAAAAAA_o/m9sYkFvtKms/s1600/Maryland+vacation%252C+Sept.+2010+027.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="241" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/TR-wdhnfwVI/AAAAAAAAA_o/m9sYkFvtKms/s320/Maryland+vacation%252C+Sept.+2010+027.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/TR-xQVR1DZI/AAAAAAAAA_s/7PFmr3uVuuA/s1600/Maryland+vacation%252C+Sept.+2010+030.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="241" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/TR-xQVR1DZI/AAAAAAAAA_s/7PFmr3uVuuA/s320/Maryland+vacation%252C+Sept.+2010+030.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Julie and I took&amp;nbsp;Mara and Rose&amp;nbsp;to the Baltimore Zoo, one day.&amp;nbsp; We had a picnic lunch, and walked around seeing the animals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/TR-x_XcaZFI/AAAAAAAAA_0/sCL3Ptd8pYI/s1600/Maryland+vacation%252C+Sept.+2010+036.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="241" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/TR-x_XcaZFI/AAAAAAAAA_0/sCL3Ptd8pYI/s320/Maryland+vacation%252C+Sept.+2010+036.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/TR-yZYzhkgI/AAAAAAAAA_4/UpL6dWwLwts/s1600/Maryland+vacation%252C+Sept.+2010+038.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="241" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/TR-yZYzhkgI/AAAAAAAAA_4/UpL6dWwLwts/s320/Maryland+vacation%252C+Sept.+2010+038.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/TR-xs39xluI/AAAAAAAAA_w/cO4WRgiafLM/s1600/Maryland+vacation%252C+Sept.+2010+032.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/TR-xs39xluI/AAAAAAAAA_w/cO4WRgiafLM/s320/Maryland+vacation%252C+Sept.+2010+032.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/TR-ysusYHiI/AAAAAAAAA_8/RUcquUxD8u4/s1600/Maryland+vacation%252C+Sept.+2010+041.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="241" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/TR-ysusYHiI/AAAAAAAAA_8/RUcquUxD8u4/s320/Maryland+vacation%252C+Sept.+2010+041.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;A week after being there, we went to Alexandria for Earl's navy reunion.&amp;nbsp; We stayed at the Crown Plaza Hotel there, and had a beautiful view of the Potomac River from our room.&amp;nbsp; We met up with two couples we have made friends with over the last few reunions, and we enjoyed our time together.&amp;nbsp; Sandie and Jim gave us their Prius to use, instead of the truck, and with the GPS it was a breeze to find our way around Washington, DC and back.&amp;nbsp; The guys went to the Naval&amp;nbsp;Museum in Washington via the subway, while the gals walked around Old Town Alexandria, visiting a farmer's market, and many shops there. It is a very nice area, with colonial style townhouses, and everyone walks around with their dogs, even into the stores.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We then were back with the Bernhardts for another week, visiting my sister, Barb, and having lunch with siss, Sandie, Barb, and Ellen at our favorite lunch place in Eldersburg.&amp;nbsp; Barb and I also visited Mom and Dad's grave site, which is near there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Here is some photos of the fall colors we saw in Wisconsin on the way home:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/TR-29a1YJTI/AAAAAAAABAA/W6DoJelvqAo/s1600/Maryland+vacation%252C+Sept.+2010+046.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="241" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/TR-29a1YJTI/AAAAAAAABAA/W6DoJelvqAo/s320/Maryland+vacation%252C+Sept.+2010+046.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/TR-3ItpTA2I/AAAAAAAABAE/9kKwNGMrB8g/s1600/Maryland+vacation%252C+Sept.+2010+047.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="241" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/TR-3ItpTA2I/AAAAAAAABAE/9kKwNGMrB8g/s320/Maryland+vacation%252C+Sept.+2010+047.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/TR-3U_Q8pQI/AAAAAAAABAI/9QnndiF8t0c/s1600/Maryland+vacation%252C+Sept.+2010+051.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="241" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/TR-3U_Q8pQI/AAAAAAAABAI/9QnndiF8t0c/s320/Maryland+vacation%252C+Sept.+2010+051.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/TR-3ichF2EI/AAAAAAAABAM/DcM2g8EyZTU/s1600/Maryland+vacation%252C+Sept.+2010+053.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="241" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/TR-3ichF2EI/AAAAAAAABAM/DcM2g8EyZTU/s320/Maryland+vacation%252C+Sept.+2010+053.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is one trip we will always remember, not because of what we did in Maryland, but because of what happened on the way there, and on the return trip.&amp;nbsp; This was our first long trip with the camper, but we've gone 2 1/2 hrs. at a time, camping in Iowa, and up north in Minnesota.&amp;nbsp; Well it didn't bode well for us this time.&amp;nbsp; Our first mishap occurred on I-80 about an hour west of Chicago.&amp;nbsp; We blew the right back tire of the camper.&amp;nbsp; I mean really blew it.&amp;nbsp; Earl was driving, and pulled over quickly.&amp;nbsp; What we discovered is that it also blew a hole in the bottom of the camper, in the bathroom area, and did some damage to the pipes there.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Thankfully, we had a spare, and thought, glad it was on the passenger side, away from traffic.&amp;nbsp; Well, we got going again, and weren't but 50 miles down the road, when the left back camper tire blew.&amp;nbsp; No way Earl was going to attempt changing that tire, even if we had another spare, which we didn't.&amp;nbsp; It was 4:00 pm in the afternoon, outside of Chicago.&amp;nbsp; Traffic was horrific.&amp;nbsp; We ended up calling 911 for help.&amp;nbsp; Shortly, thereafter, a state trooper showed up.&amp;nbsp; After discussing it over with Earl, he decided to direct us off the interstate, to the nearest discount tire place.&amp;nbsp; Luckily, we were close to the exit.&amp;nbsp; So slowly, we hobbled to the tire place only to find out they didn't carry the camper tire, but they directed us to another tire place right across the street.&amp;nbsp; As we were pulling up there, they were getting ready to close, but again, our guardian angel was with us.&amp;nbsp; They had our tire, and were willing to stay open, and put the new one on, plus get us a spare. Oh, did I tell you that it damages the left side now, breaking off our gray and black water valve, and put another hole through the flooring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Needless to say, we were a bit skiddish the rest of the trip, but thank the Lord, there were no more blow-outs.&amp;nbsp; So while in Maryland, we tried to figure out what caused the blow-outs, so they wouldn't happen again on the way home.&amp;nbsp; Greg made sure our tire pressures were good, and even got us an extra spare.&amp;nbsp; So confident we did everything we could to prevent problems, we headed home.&amp;nbsp; We stopped in Columbus, Ohio our 1st night, no problems.&amp;nbsp; Just as we starting out the next morning, sure enough, we blew the front right camper tire.&amp;nbsp; I thing we caught it before any further damage could be done to the camper.&amp;nbsp; Well,&amp;nbsp; we thought, there's only one tire left from the original .&amp;nbsp; We made it to Wisconcin to stay over the 2nd night.&amp;nbsp; I thought we were going to made it home free, as I was driving into Minnesota, outside of St. Paul, but, no way, I spyed the left front tire flapping on the camper, so I pulled over on the left shoulder, as I was in the left lane.&amp;nbsp; Again, we had to call 911.&amp;nbsp; A state trooper arrived, and said she'd help us get across three lanes of traffic to the exit.&amp;nbsp; Again, we were close to the exit off I-94.&amp;nbsp; But it wasn't meant to happen, cause when Earl tried to start the truck, the battery was dead!&amp;nbsp; So a tow truck was called to tow both the truck and camper, but when he arrived, Earl asked him to try to jump-start the truck.&amp;nbsp; Again, with our guardian angel's help, it started, he got us across 3 lanes of traffic @ 3:30 in the afternoon, and to a service station.&amp;nbsp; He got us a another tire, and changed it, and got us on our way.&amp;nbsp; We made it home safely 2 hrs. later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Results of our trip:&amp;nbsp; our auto insurance covered our tires, and service, they totalled our camper, and they gave the retail value of it.&amp;nbsp; We are so thankful that no injuries occurred from all this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4328240677701317019-8795786743434779291?l=howcanistopsinging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howcanistopsinging.blogspot.com/feeds/8795786743434779291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4328240677701317019&amp;postID=8795786743434779291' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328240677701317019/posts/default/8795786743434779291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328240677701317019/posts/default/8795786743434779291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howcanistopsinging.blogspot.com/2011/01/maryland-vacation-sept-oct-2010.html' title='Maryland Vacation, Sept-Oct., 2010'/><author><name>My Lifesong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07293266108659422044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/TR-fRW1OHEI/AAAAAAAAA-o/yWcRHqKgMWQ/s72-c/Becky%252C+Kyle%252C+Rose+%2540+soccer.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4328240677701317019.post-6033250939146659404</id><published>2011-01-01T13:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T13:26:40.065-08:00</updated><title type='text'>August and end of Summer, 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I start this blog on a very sad, and tragic note.&amp;nbsp; On Aug. 6th, my brother, Tom, died of a massive heart attack.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;He was the oldest of my four brothers, and ten years younger than me.&amp;nbsp; Two years prior, he had a heart attack, and was hospitalized for it, but walked out of the hospital before they could tests to determine how extensive it was.&amp;nbsp; He refused to go back for any check-ups, and had been experiencing symptoms of chest pain, and numbness down his left arm for weeks before the attack.&amp;nbsp; What was so tragic is that his son, Kyle, was with him in his garage when he collapsed.&amp;nbsp; Kyle is 16.&amp;nbsp; It is a memory he will always keep with him.&amp;nbsp; Tom and his ex-wife Cindy, are divorced, and since May, Tom has been awarded custody of his children, Kyle, and Becky-10.&amp;nbsp; The question was, who would take the children now?&amp;nbsp; Cindy has some mental issues, and an unhealthy life-style for the children.&amp;nbsp; Tom had been in court numerous times with Cindy over the children, and their care.&amp;nbsp; My sister, Sandie, had recently been helping Tom with court appearances, and such, and after talking it over with her husband, Jim, decided to take them in, and apply for temporary custody of them.&lt;/div&gt;So, a week later, Earl and I drove out to Maryland, where my brother, and siblings live, to attend his funeral.&amp;nbsp; We stayed @ my sis, Sandie's home.&amp;nbsp; We, along with my other three sisters, Barb, Ellen, and Deb, organized photos of Tom on pegboards, and Sandie and I agreed to speak about him @ the service.&amp;nbsp; Besides the talk, I sang a song for him accopella.&amp;nbsp; My nieces's husband also sang a song on his guitar.&amp;nbsp; My heart swelled with all the people who crowded in to the funeral home for the service.&amp;nbsp; Itt was nice for Kyle and Becky too, to see all his friends there.&amp;nbsp; His remains were cremated, and his older son, Justin, took them.&lt;br /&gt;That Sunday, Kyle turned 1, so Sandie had all the family over to celebrate it.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/TR-Y55W-AEI/AAAAAAAAA94/NIwLujPr1Gg/s1600/Kyle+Birthday+cake.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/TR-Y55W-AEI/AAAAAAAAA94/NIwLujPr1Gg/s200/Kyle+Birthday+cake.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/TR-ZDpgM7RI/AAAAAAAAA98/tuLn4dgFwRg/s1600/Kyle+opening+gifts.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="241" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/TR-ZDpgM7RI/AAAAAAAAA98/tuLn4dgFwRg/s320/Kyle+opening+gifts.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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Sister, Deb &lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&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/4328240677701317019-6033250939146659404?l=howcanistopsinging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howcanistopsinging.blogspot.com/feeds/6033250939146659404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4328240677701317019&amp;postID=6033250939146659404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328240677701317019/posts/default/6033250939146659404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328240677701317019/posts/default/6033250939146659404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howcanistopsinging.blogspot.com/2011/01/august-and-end-of-summer-2010.html' title='August and end of Summer, 2010'/><author><name>My Lifesong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07293266108659422044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/TR-Y55W-AEI/AAAAAAAAA94/NIwLujPr1Gg/s72-c/Kyle+Birthday+cake.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4328240677701317019.post-4053297931788566480</id><published>2010-12-31T15:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T14:01:58.532-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Summer of 2010, July</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;This is a wonderful summer here in MN.&amp;nbsp; getting lots of use of our pool, swimming each day, in the evening.&amp;nbsp; Birthdays seem to be increasing in this family as it grows.&amp;nbsp; Allison, -18. Nevie-5, Rose-2, Liam-1, Earl-66, Chris-40.&amp;nbsp; I can't keep up with them, as much as I try.&amp;nbsp; Our gardens are growing with flowers, and vegetables, and look pretty good this year.&amp;nbsp; I got to spend some one on one time with Alaina, thanks to her mom, by signing us up for a community ed class together.&amp;nbsp; We had a "Spa Day" together.&amp;nbsp; We painted our nails, made some facial stuff for our faces, made some bath crystals, tried hand lotions, and massaged them, and made a sign for our own retreat for do not disturb time.&amp;nbsp; We both had a good time together.&amp;nbsp; I loved it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/TR5ctX_H-EI/AAAAAAAAA9A/9L_7Ij8JT_U/s1600/alaina+showing+off+painted+nails.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; 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cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/TR-j4L_EnUI/AAAAAAAAA-s/EhxRmRswLB4/s320/Nevie%2527s+5th+Birthday.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/TR5dhjRNV0I/AAAAAAAAA9U/puJS3AKJdME/s1600/view+of+other+garden+in+back.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="241" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/TR5dhjRNV0I/AAAAAAAAA9U/puJS3AKJdME/s320/view+of+other+garden+in+back.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Nevie is FIVE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/TR5dVl_2kxI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/xXYd8xzOjIU/s1600/My+flower+garden.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/TR5dVl_2kxI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/xXYd8xzOjIU/s200/My+flower+garden.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I also was busy finishing another quilt for fellow retiree, Barb Prow, who worked on our floor for 35 yrs.&amp;nbsp; We share birthdays only a day apart.&amp;nbsp; No one was going to give her a quilt, as they couldn't find anyone willing to put&amp;nbsp; one together.&amp;nbsp; I felt she deserved one, too, so I volunteered.&amp;nbsp; Each co-worker made a square, with the theme of camping, and cats.&amp;nbsp; Joanne Versteeg offered to have a party @her home, so we all brought food, and had a nice time together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/TR5fsmQexzI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/AuTJ0amKR6w/s1600/Barb+Prow%2527s+quilt.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="241" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/TR5fsmQexzI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/AuTJ0amKR6w/s320/Barb+Prow%2527s+quilt.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Funny thing is&amp;nbsp; she doesn't particularly like cats, and the quilt was full of them.&amp;nbsp; 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margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="241" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/TR5gh3zTD8I/AAAAAAAAA9o/koJliOuSTTc/s320/Fishing+equipment.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She also got fishing equipment from the staff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/TR5gJ4in2GI/AAAAAAAAA9g/OtYm7oN7ohY/s1600/Barb+opening+quilt.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/TR5gJ4in2GI/AAAAAAAAA9g/OtYm7oN7ohY/s320/Barb+opening+quilt.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Let's start with Allison's graduation, from Willlmar Sr. High:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/TR09Fn7jtPI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/8zl3_kAGBBs/s1600/Allison%2527s+graduation%252C+June+6%252C2010.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/TR09Fn7jtPI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/8zl3_kAGBBs/s320/Allison%2527s+graduation%252C+June+6%252C2010.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/TR09Qns2mmI/AAAAAAAAA6U/VhcNa9wCTMk/s1600/Allison+showing+her+diploma.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/TR09Qns2mmI/AAAAAAAAA6U/VhcNa9wCTMk/s320/Allison+showing+her+diploma.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/TR095VBZoBI/AAAAAAAAA6c/IAwrYC2CjWE/s1600/Grandparents+%2540+Alli%2527s+graduation.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/TR095VBZoBI/AAAAAAAAA6c/IAwrYC2CjWE/s320/Grandparents+%2540+Alli%2527s+graduation.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/TR0-ENsGK5I/AAAAAAAAA6g/C2FH2Z1YrkQ/s1600/Allison+off+to+college%252C+with+parents.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/TR0-ENsGK5I/AAAAAAAAA6g/C2FH2Z1YrkQ/s200/Allison+off+to+college%252C+with+parents.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/TR0-RF8fLXI/AAAAAAAAA6k/uTuO-uZk1HE/s1600/Allison+and+Ashley%252C+June%252C+2010.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/TR0-RF8fLXI/AAAAAAAAA6k/uTuO-uZk1HE/s200/Allison+and+Ashley%252C+June%252C+2010.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/TR0-1hj9EKI/AAAAAAAAA6s/C_ESnhHNXEc/s1600/Johnson+Family%2540graduation+party%252C2010.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/TR0-1hj9EKI/AAAAAAAAA6s/C_ESnhHNXEc/s320/Johnson+Family%2540graduation+party%252C2010.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The party started out drizzling, so all the festivities were held inside.&amp;nbsp; I gave her the quilt I made.&amp;nbsp; I think she likes it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/TR1B5eotrEI/AAAAAAAAA64/z0EIf_e1rqU/s1600/Close-up+of+quilt.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/TR1B5eotrEI/AAAAAAAAA64/z0EIf_e1rqU/s320/Close-up+of+quilt.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/TR1CaRuRuBI/AAAAAAAAA68/eSMGLGuXdXk/s1600/Allison+with+Stutelberg+cousins.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/TR1CaRuRuBI/AAAAAAAAA68/eSMGLGuXdXk/s200/Allison+with+Stutelberg+cousins.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/TR1BoIS9f-I/AAAAAAAAA60/7ei31-uxFvU/s1600/Alli+posing+with+her+photos%252C+mementos.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/TR1BoIS9f-I/AAAAAAAAA60/7ei31-uxFvU/s200/Alli+posing+with+her+photos%252C+mementos.JPG" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/TR1C0LxrFPI/AAAAAAAAA7A/06ff1HFurcU/s1600/Allison+with+grandparents-close-up.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="241" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/TR1C0LxrFPI/AAAAAAAAA7A/06ff1HFurcU/s320/Allison+with+grandparents-close-up.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/TR1DfIhschI/AAAAAAAAA7E/xfG8kirVAL8/s1600/beautiful+Father%2527s+Day.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="241" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/TR1DfIhschI/AAAAAAAAA7E/xfG8kirVAL8/s320/beautiful+Father%2527s+Day.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Father's day was just beautiful, esp. with the arrival of the Bernhardt Family from Maryland.&amp;nbsp; Julie is celebrating her 20th H S reunion.&amp;nbsp; Where did the time go?&amp;nbsp; Life has a way of getting away from you.&amp;nbsp; So many changes, but such growth of our family.&amp;nbsp; I just smile, and thank God for blessing us with wonderful children, and awesome grandchildren.&amp;nbsp; We enjoyed the outdoors, kids running through the sprinklers, painting finger and toenails, and getting re-aquainted with their cousins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/TR1HDU11rtI/AAAAAAAAA7M/65VaL-Cj6bk/s1600/Cousins+in+small+pool.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="241" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/TR1HDU11rtI/AAAAAAAAA7M/65VaL-Cj6bk/s320/Cousins+in+small+pool.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/TR1HlImmJKI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/0309fQjCbsg/s1600/Bernhardt+Pioneer+family.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="241" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/TR1HlImmJKI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/0309fQjCbsg/s320/Bernhardt+Pioneer+family.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;While they were here, we traveled to Walnut Grove, MN to see hwo Laura Ingalls family lived.&amp;nbsp; The girls have been reading&amp;nbsp; the Little House of the Prairie books, so were very interested in the site. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/TR1IoOkDySI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/v0qLHNY6d-I/s1600/The+Ingalls+family.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/TR1IoOkDySI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/v0qLHNY6d-I/s200/The+Ingalls+family.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/TR1I8Hzw53I/AAAAAAAAA7c/GUnLDL9i_P0/s1600/The+Little+Prairie+Children.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="241" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/TR1I8Hzw53I/AAAAAAAAA7c/GUnLDL9i_P0/s320/The+Little+Prairie+Children.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/TR1JQvmEatI/AAAAAAAAA7g/1LHxD_WszRQ/s1600/Little+House+school+house.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/TR1JQvmEatI/AAAAAAAAA7g/1LHxD_WszRQ/s200/Little+House+school+house.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/TR1J4QWEJNI/AAAAAAAAA7k/Fi3TZtA4D8U/s1600/Grown-ups+in+Jail.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="241" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/TR1J4QWEJNI/AAAAAAAAA7k/Fi3TZtA4D8U/s320/Grown-ups+in+Jail.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/TR1KJHxVSqI/AAAAAAAAA7o/Pu5MoGn013I/s1600/Julie%252C+Lorrie+in+military+gear.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/TR1KJHxVSqI/AAAAAAAAA7o/Pu5MoGn013I/s200/Julie%252C+Lorrie+in+military+gear.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/TR1IXZ7JpoI/AAAAAAAAA7U/_FjLzsBTMqw/s1600/Ready+to+ctoss+prairie.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/TR1IXZ7JpoI/AAAAAAAAA7U/_FjLzsBTMqw/s200/Ready+to+ctoss+prairie.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We all had a great time, visiting the sod house, exploring the buildings, dressing up, seeing all the photos, and displays of the Ingalls family.&amp;nbsp;The girls got prairie hats as mementos of their trip.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;While they were here, we roasted marshmellows on night @ the firepit in the backyard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/TR1NOBrHdKI/AAAAAAAAA7s/H1pr_1ALBew/s1600/Daddy+Greg+helping.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="241" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/TR1NOBrHdKI/AAAAAAAAA7s/H1pr_1ALBew/s320/Daddy+Greg+helping.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/TR1NaOcdJnI/AAAAAAAAA7w/zEVua2ju-uA/s1600/Grandpa+supervising.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="241" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/TR1NaOcdJnI/AAAAAAAAA7w/zEVua2ju-uA/s320/Grandpa+supervising.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/TR1OARyGYKI/AAAAAAAAA74/AxFm3b2SW4s/s1600/Mmmm%252C+toasted+marshmellows.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="241" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/TR1OARyGYKI/AAAAAAAAA74/AxFm3b2SW4s/s320/Mmmm%252C+toasted+marshmellows.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We also spent a day @ the Spicer park, letting the girls play on the gym equipment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It was very hot in the sun.&amp;nbsp; The girls found a cooling mist to run through.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/TR1PCsiYIMI/AAAAAAAAA8A/SHfWBSDQZC4/s1600/cooling+off.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/TR1PCsiYIMI/AAAAAAAAA8A/SHfWBSDQZC4/s200/cooling+off.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/TR1PjpMjr8I/AAAAAAAAA8E/QkNe52jB7xY/s1600/Greg+having+fun%252C+too.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/TR1PjpMjr8I/AAAAAAAAA8E/QkNe52jB7xY/s200/Greg+having+fun%252C+too.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/TR1PvGxB2JI/AAAAAAAAA8I/BlbnmH9afkQ/s1600/I+can+do+it+too%2528Rose%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/TR1PvGxB2JI/AAAAAAAAA8I/BlbnmH9afkQ/s200/I+can+do+it+too%2528Rose%2529.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/TR1P-I2-K0I/AAAAAAAAA8M/xUfwh7545WM/s1600/HPIM1896.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="241" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/TR1P-I2-K0I/AAAAAAAAA8M/xUfwh7545WM/s320/HPIM1896.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/TR1Oz9dmRVI/AAAAAAAAA78/hhduZFBtMcU/s1600/cooling+mist.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="241" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/TR1Oz9dmRVI/AAAAAAAAA78/hhduZFBtMcU/s320/cooling+mist.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;They also went fishing at the lake, with Grandpa, and Daddy's help.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/TR1RSXLiiaI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/AAEQtqJCjiU/s1600/Mara%252C+Fishing+with+Granpa.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/TR1RSXLiiaI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/AAEQtqJCjiU/s320/Mara%252C+Fishing+with+Granpa.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Mara and her sister both caught may fish.&amp;nbsp; Jonnie, and Alaina, also came, and were lucky too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;These are my favorite photos of their stay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Everytime I see this photo of the girls in their prairie hats, I crack up when I look @ Rose.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/TR1SBm9sthI/AAAAAAAAA8U/6DQMP1oPFEo/s1600/Three+prairie+sisters.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="163" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/TR1SBm9sthI/AAAAAAAAA8U/6DQMP1oPFEo/s200/Three+prairie+sisters.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Then, there's Earl!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/TR1SMqj3-3I/AAAAAAAAA8Y/y4lnxoYq75s/s1600/Pa+of+Little+House.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; height: 273px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; width: 391px;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/TR1SMqj3-3I/AAAAAAAAA8Y/y4lnxoYq75s/s200/Pa+of+Little+House.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The end of June brought Birthday celebrations!&amp;nbsp; Alaina turned 12, and Sawyer turned 4.&amp;nbsp; Also, my niece, Kaylyn had her 2nd daughter, Emmaline, on June 28th.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/TR5Ve4MubSI/AAAAAAAAA8g/2zykrz-xFXY/s1600/Sawyer+blowing+out+candle.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/TR5Ve4MubSI/AAAAAAAAA8g/2zykrz-xFXY/s200/Sawyer+blowing+out+candle.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/TR5VQCyCHfI/AAAAAAAAA8c/NTwaHREn3-0/s1600/Alaina%2527s+artist+palette.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/TR5VQCyCHfI/AAAAAAAAA8c/NTwaHREn3-0/s200/Alaina%2527s+artist+palette.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/TR5WER_lZGI/AAAAAAAAA8k/8EDYtT5Va7E/s1600/Jon%252C+Alaina%252C+Mara%252C+Analese.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/TR5WER_lZGI/AAAAAAAAA8k/8EDYtT5Va7E/s200/Jon%252C+Alaina%252C+Mara%252C+Analese.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/TR5WNUma8wI/AAAAAAAAA8o/Oy9obyWBpKI/s1600/Cousins+and+friends+eating+cupcakes.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="241" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/TR5WNUma8wI/AAAAAAAAA8o/Oy9obyWBpKI/s320/Cousins+and+friends+eating+cupcakes.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/TR5WZNFKTYI/AAAAAAAAA8s/XZpFz2LeIrM/s1600/Earl+with+grandchildren+in+Games+Lake.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="241" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/TR5WZNFKTYI/AAAAAAAAA8s/XZpFz2LeIrM/s320/Earl+with+grandchildren+in+Games+Lake.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/TR5Xh1iP0WI/AAAAAAAAA80/-lOd8Srf1Vw/s1600/Lorrie%252C+Julie%252C+Sharyn.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/TR5Xh1iP0WI/AAAAAAAAA80/-lOd8Srf1Vw/s320/Lorrie%252C+Julie%252C+Sharyn.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Nice to have three of the sisters together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/TR5YYL5uvLI/AAAAAAAAA84/WivKUMuJEAc/s1600/Rose+laying+by+the+shore.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/TR5YYL5uvLI/AAAAAAAAA84/WivKUMuJEAc/s200/Rose+laying+by+the+shore.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Rose loved the lake, and all the kids had a ball swimming, play in the sand, and eating.&amp;nbsp; Games Lake is the perfect place for a gathering.&amp;nbsp; So peaceful, and not too crowded.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/TR5ZBOKnOqI/AAAAAAAAA88/Hl3HkjYopCQ/s1600/Sleeping+Rose.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="241" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/TR5ZBOKnOqI/AAAAAAAAA88/Hl3HkjYopCQ/s320/Sleeping+Rose.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The day ended with rest, and sleep after a very busy day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; 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border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/TR0vPta1wEI/AAAAAAAAA50/YqKKnNkL1cY/s1600/allison+posing+%2540+piano.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/TR0vPta1wEI/AAAAAAAAA50/YqKKnNkL1cY/s320/allison+posing+%2540+piano.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/TR0u9baYBfI/AAAAAAAAA5w/pfqFN-RUwzA/s1600/alli%252C+katie%252C+kim.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/TR0u9baYBfI/AAAAAAAAA5w/pfqFN-RUwzA/s200/alli%252C+katie%252C+kim.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After our trip, I buckled down to finish a full sized quilt for our #2 granddaughter, Allison, who is graduating from high school next month.&amp;nbsp; During this month, she and two of her friends performed a piano concert @ Vinje Church in Willmar, and Earl and I, and Lorrie, represented the family, and listened to her performance.&amp;nbsp; What a wonderful talent she has, and we were so proud of her recital.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; It was so enjoyable.&amp;nbsp; We stayed for cookies, and punch afterwards, and met her piano teacher.&amp;nbsp; Chries's sister-in-law, Lynn, recorded it for the family back in Colorado.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/TR02_GxEG1I/AAAAAAAAA6I/IdUDcvzlfZk/s1600/Lorrie+and+Mom.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="241" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/TR02_GxEG1I/AAAAAAAAA6I/IdUDcvzlfZk/s320/Lorrie+and+Mom.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Mother's Day with Lorrie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/TR0vwXC-DqI/AAAAAAAAA54/uOdLV2HCcPQ/s1600/allison%2527s+piano+recital+006.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/TR0vwXC-DqI/AAAAAAAAA54/uOdLV2HCcPQ/s200/allison%2527s+piano+recital+006.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;The end of May, Chris and the family arrived in Minnesota, to plan, and prepare for Alli's graduation.&amp;nbsp; They stayed @ Chuck's sister's home in Willmar.&amp;nbsp; That's also where the graduation party would be.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/TR0zdN2R6gI/AAAAAAAAA58/dnYARXKjH4Q/s1600/Lorrie%252C+Chris%252C+Allison-Memorial+Day%252C+2010.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/TR0zdN2R6gI/AAAAAAAAA58/dnYARXKjH4Q/s200/Lorrie%252C+Chris%252C+Allison-Memorial+Day%252C+2010.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/TR02DZvyYvI/AAAAAAAAA6A/6z1zkNv2i9M/s1600/Gundersons+%2540+Spicer+picnic.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/TR02DZvyYvI/AAAAAAAAA6A/6z1zkNv2i9M/s200/Gundersons+%2540+Spicer+picnic.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Memorial Day we got together with the family, and their friends, the Gundersons @ Green Lake in Spicer, for a picnic, and swimming.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; 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cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/TR02wOdGvxI/AAAAAAAAA6E/J4Cn7dd57CE/s200/The+Veteran%252C+Earl.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4328240677701317019-3014519716244364686?l=howcanistopsinging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howcanistopsinging.blogspot.com/feeds/3014519716244364686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4328240677701317019&amp;postID=3014519716244364686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328240677701317019/posts/default/3014519716244364686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328240677701317019/posts/default/3014519716244364686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howcanistopsinging.blogspot.com/2010/12/continuing-in-may-2010.html' title='Continuing in May. 2010'/><author><name>My Lifesong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07293266108659422044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/TR0vPta1wEI/AAAAAAAAA50/YqKKnNkL1cY/s72-c/allison+posing+%2540+piano.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4328240677701317019.post-8602624409754026342</id><published>2010-12-28T18:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T18:27:51.534-08:00</updated><title type='text'>April-May, 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/TRozqeM0_iI/AAAAAAAAA20/zBTtnJpArX8/s1600/Chateau+%2540+Branson+Wine+Festival.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/TRozqeM0_iI/AAAAAAAAA20/zBTtnJpArX8/s200/Chateau+%2540+Branson+Wine+Festival.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/TRpD24P4-GI/AAAAAAAAA30/GcXTvwOxv5o/s1600/Inside+the+Lobby+of+Chateau.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/TRpD24P4-GI/AAAAAAAAA30/GcXTvwOxv5o/s200/Inside+the+Lobby+of+Chateau.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The end of April took Earl and I traveling south. First, we planned a weekend in Brandon, Mo. for the annual wine festival, they have.&amp;nbsp; We were invited to go with Steve and Kory, and stay @ their time-share condo.&amp;nbsp; We decided to take our time, so stayed overnight in Kansas City @ a motel for one night before arriving in Brandon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/TRpAh9eTOWI/AAAAAAAAA3o/QL7Orl48_70/s1600/Steve+and+Kory+%2540+Wine+Festival+in+Branson.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/TRpAh9eTOWI/AAAAAAAAA3o/QL7Orl48_70/s200/Steve+and+Kory+%2540+Wine+Festival+in+Branson.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/TRqT2fPTouI/AAAAAAAAA5g/x4m3CmJ2DHo/s1600/View+in+Arizona.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/TRqT2fPTouI/AAAAAAAAA5g/x4m3CmJ2DHo/s200/View+in+Arizona.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/TRpAWo9OL5I/AAAAAAAAA3k/0ZaHrdz4aGA/s1600/Earl+after+tasting+wine+samples.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/TRpAWo9OL5I/AAAAAAAAA3k/0ZaHrdz4aGA/s200/Earl+after+tasting+wine+samples.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Wine Festival was held @ The Chateau Hotel, on a hill, overlooking a lake.&amp;nbsp; It had a waterfall, and huge tree in the middle of the lounge area.&amp;nbsp; We were given complimentary wine glasses to keep, and used them to taste all kinds of wines from different wineries.&amp;nbsp; They also had beer tasting, too.&amp;nbsp; It was also Veterans weekend, and many disabled vets were @ the festival.&amp;nbsp; Earl make some friends there, and enjoyed talking with many of them.&amp;nbsp; Also, Andy Williams made a appearance, promoting his new book, "Wine and Roses."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We all had a goood time tasting, and tasting and tasting, and snacking.&lt;br /&gt;Then, we visited downtown Branson.&lt;br /&gt;There is all kinds of shops to browse in, and a beautiful fountain, and flower arrangements to view.&amp;nbsp; We got caught in a brief rainshower while there&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/TRo3djzgkvI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/WSzgArB7poc/s1600/Downtown+Branson%252C+Mo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/TRo3djzgkvI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/WSzgArB7poc/s200/Downtown+Branson%252C+Mo.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/TRpEvPewVuI/AAAAAAAAA34/GIVmTsiKBqE/s1600/View+from+Chateau+of+lake.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/TRpEvPewVuI/AAAAAAAAA34/GIVmTsiKBqE/s320/View+from+Chateau+of+lake.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/TRpDahbAk7I/AAAAAAAAA3s/jsbwQXTbEyg/s1600/Earl+on+steps+in+Branson.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/TRpDahbAk7I/AAAAAAAAA3s/jsbwQXTbEyg/s200/Earl+on+steps+in+Branson.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We then decided to go visit a local winery in town, that gave tours of how their wine is made, so we headed there, and tasted some more wine. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;While on the way there, a storm came up, and this rainbow, followed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; 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cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/TRpMtAkG0DI/AAAAAAAAA4I/ow9pBBBkEwc/s200/Steve+and+Earl+posing+%2540+Stone+Hill+Winery.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/TRpMbuTWXiI/AAAAAAAAA4E/nWKWlPn6Cz0/s1600/E+%2526+J+pose.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/TRpMbuTWXiI/AAAAAAAAA4E/nWKWlPn6Cz0/s200/E+%2526+J+pose.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Fun @ the Winery!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We were getting along so well, that we decided to continue our trip by going down to Arizona.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Earl and Steve took turns driving thru Missouri, Oklahoma, Texas, New Mexico, and finally Arizona.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/TRpOTqoWfzI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/VGpohYIq9XM/s1600/Scenery+in+New+Mexico.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/TRpOTqoWfzI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/VGpohYIq9XM/s200/Scenery+in+New+Mexico.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/TRpOuGZAAAI/AAAAAAAAA4U/mAauCxQnmA8/s1600/scenery+in+NM%252C+while+driving.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/TRpOuGZAAAI/AAAAAAAAA4U/mAauCxQnmA8/s200/scenery+in+NM%252C+while+driving.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/TRpOBUCX6qI/AAAAAAAAA4M/fZG7m0pVu3U/s1600/View+%2540+rest+stop+in+Arizona.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/TRpOBUCX6qI/AAAAAAAAA4M/fZG7m0pVu3U/s200/View+%2540+rest+stop+in+Arizona.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Some of the views we saw on the way!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/TRpQ9zRFDeI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/uNvtO1CBGpI/s1600/Condos+we+stayed+%2540+with+rocks+in+background.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="241" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/TRpQ9zRFDeI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/uNvtO1CBGpI/s320/Condos+we+stayed+%2540+with+rocks+in+background.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;These are the condos we stayed @ in Sedona, AZ.&amp;nbsp; The views were breathtaking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/TRpRrJGcyvI/AAAAAAAAA4k/dy3exaT7YM4/s1600/Another+great+scene.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/TRpRrJGcyvI/AAAAAAAAA4k/dy3exaT7YM4/s200/Another+great+scene.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/TRpR3FuU48I/AAAAAAAAA4o/Vm49sv3ghVQ/s1600/Another+beautiful+view.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/TRpR3FuU48I/AAAAAAAAA4o/Vm49sv3ghVQ/s200/Another+beautiful+view.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/TRpSF00rYcI/AAAAAAAAA4s/SWJjMYY_iYI/s1600/great+views.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/TRpSF00rYcI/AAAAAAAAA4s/SWJjMYY_iYI/s200/great+views.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/TRpSU2hgIMI/AAAAAAAAA4w/kte7sfPEROI/s1600/View+from+our+patio.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="241" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/TRpSU2hgIMI/AAAAAAAAA4w/kte7sfPEROI/s320/View+from+our+patio.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/TRpRdwD7cYI/AAAAAAAAA4c/fR_MKfTbl3s/s1600/Beautiful+Cactus.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="151" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/TRpRdwD7cYI/AAAAAAAAA4c/fR_MKfTbl3s/s200/Beautiful+Cactus.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Our condos were beautiful.&amp;nbsp; We each had our own bedroom with shower and whirlpool tubs, a shared living room, and dining area, and kitdhen, washer and dryer, and two patios off our bedrooms.&amp;nbsp; There was a community pool and spa, and many walking paths, which we used to see the area.&amp;nbsp; The weather was great, in the 70's, and sunny most days.&amp;nbsp; We also visited downtown Sedona, and an old mining town up in the elevation of 5200 fr. called Jerome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/TRqR6YL0I4I/AAAAAAAAA44/jg1aDCZE8Vk/s1600/Jerome+sign.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/TRqR6YL0I4I/AAAAAAAAA44/jg1aDCZE8Vk/s200/Jerome+sign.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/TRqSSddCgBI/AAAAAAAAA5A/RFYjYsW5UF8/s1600/Steps+we+climbed+in+Jerome.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="151" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/TRqSSddCgBI/AAAAAAAAA5A/RFYjYsW5UF8/s200/Steps+we+climbed+in+Jerome.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/TRqajlp7L6I/AAAAAAAAA5k/VzYXoZlVEgA/s1600/Earl+and+I+in+Sedona.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="151" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/TRqajlp7L6I/AAAAAAAAA5k/VzYXoZlVEgA/s200/Earl+and+I+in+Sedona.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We started to feel some tension while @ the condosos, some of it our fault, some theirs, but we shugged it off as different ways of doing things.&amp;nbsp; Also, we had some financial issues, and for a while, were short of cash, which added to the tension.&amp;nbsp; I esp. felt so bad for Earl, when he had planned to treat his brother to dinner, and we found out there wasn't sufficient funds to cover it.&amp;nbsp; How humiliating.&amp;nbsp; It took a few days to get that straightened out.&amp;nbsp; We tried to make up for it by paying for groceries, and gas.&amp;nbsp; The problem seemed to grow as the trip ended, because there was no communication between us as to what was the problem.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Sedona was truly a beautiful place.&lt;/div&gt;We stayed a week, heard about dust storms so bad north of us that the highways were closed briefly.&amp;nbsp; We decided to head up thru Colorado, Nebraska, South Dakota, Minnesota home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we were going through Colrado, we called Chris, and asked her if she could meet us for lunch, as it would be too far, and too late to drive to her house.&amp;nbsp; We found a place just outside of Denver, where we met, along with Mitch, and enjoyed a wonderful lunch.&amp;nbsp; It was so great to see them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/TRqazsX_MdI/AAAAAAAAA5o/uH9-g-CbzHM/s1600/parents+with+chris%252C+apr+2010.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/TRqazsX_MdI/AAAAAAAAA5o/uH9-g-CbzHM/s320/parents+with+chris%252C+apr+2010.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ended our trip with Steve and Kory on a sour note.&amp;nbsp; He was angry with us about ??who knows, for sure, 'cause he never spoke to us the rest of the way home, not even to say good-bye.&amp;nbsp; What a way to end a wonderful trup.&amp;nbsp; I hope it can be repaired&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4328240677701317019-8602624409754026342?l=howcanistopsinging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howcanistopsinging.blogspot.com/feeds/8602624409754026342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4328240677701317019&amp;postID=8602624409754026342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328240677701317019/posts/default/8602624409754026342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328240677701317019/posts/default/8602624409754026342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howcanistopsinging.blogspot.com/2010/12/april-may-2010.html' title='April-May, 2010'/><author><name>My Lifesong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07293266108659422044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/TRozqeM0_iI/AAAAAAAAA20/zBTtnJpArX8/s72-c/Chateau+%2540+Branson+Wine+Festival.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4328240677701317019.post-1016050812623445168</id><published>2010-05-10T21:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T21:07:39.277-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Retirement Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/S-jRGA7TI6I/AAAAAAAAA1g/YX41P5Gja5g/s1600/Retirement,+Snow,+Easter,+Track+Meet,2010+002.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/S-jRGA7TI6I/AAAAAAAAA1g/YX41P5Gja5g/s320/Retirement,+Snow,+Easter,+Track+Meet,2010+002.jpg" tt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This was funny!&amp;nbsp; I'm at the YMCA working out, and ran into a former co-worker, Shannon Behm, who congratulated me on retiring, and says to me, I'm sorry I wont be able to be at your retirment party tonight.&amp;nbsp; I say to her, What party?&amp;nbsp; She says, Your party...didn't you know about it?&amp;nbsp; Me, NO.&amp;nbsp; her, Well, I'm sure it's tonight @ the Green Mill,&amp;nbsp; Me, What time?&amp;nbsp; 5:00 pm.&amp;nbsp; Well nobody called and told me.&amp;nbsp; Good thing I ran into you.&amp;nbsp; So I ran home, dressed, and drove into Willmar, right past the Green Mill, without thinking, heading for the former Blue Heron( we had other parties there). I pulled into the parking lot, which is empty, thinking, I'm the first one here, or no one is coming to my party.&amp;nbsp; I sit in the car for a minute or two, then realize I'm at the wrong restaurant, and proceed to Green Mill.&amp;nbsp; I arrive, my friends are waiting, and I tell them about how I found out about the party.&amp;nbsp; We all laughed about it.&amp;nbsp; It turned out Diane Johnson forgot to call me and confirm the date and location with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Above is Joanne Versteeg, Bev Marcus, and Becky Reiter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/S-jUQi9r7MI/AAAAAAAAA1o/Ew5diyALqjc/s1600/Retirement,+Snow,+Easter,+Track+Meet,2010+001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/S-jUQi9r7MI/AAAAAAAAA1o/Ew5diyALqjc/s320/Retirement,+Snow,+Easter,+Track+Meet,2010+001.jpg" tt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;More of my former co-workers, and some previous retirees&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/S-jUV9NXsdI/AAAAAAAAA1w/mdQF99fc0rI/s1600/Retirement,+Snow,+Easter,+Track+Meet,2010+003.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/S-jUV9NXsdI/AAAAAAAAA1w/mdQF99fc0rI/s320/Retirement,+Snow,+Easter,+Track+Meet,2010+003.jpg" tt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Vi Ceske, and Char Adams&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/S-jU3wLQvcI/AAAAAAAAA14/EvEQQf_HX5I/s1600/Retirement,+Snow,+Easter,+Track+Meet,2010+004.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/S-jU3wLQvcI/AAAAAAAAA14/EvEQQf_HX5I/s320/Retirement,+Snow,+Easter,+Track+Meet,2010+004.jpg" tt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Barb Miller, Vicki Anderson, Gayle Rehns&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/S-jVNjC2DKI/AAAAAAAAA2A/-4WCcVeI7C4/s1600/Retirement,+Snow,+Easter,+Track+Meet,2010+005.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/S-jVNjC2DKI/AAAAAAAAA2A/-4WCcVeI7C4/s320/Retirement,+Snow,+Easter,+Track+Meet,2010+005.jpg" tt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Pat Radabaugh, Jan Maxfield, Vonnie Feistner, Betsy Jasper&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/S-jWTO227eI/AAAAAAAAA2I/XS3H08zH8kA/s1600/Retirement,+Snow,+Easter,+Track+Meet,2010+007.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/S-jWTO227eI/AAAAAAAAA2I/XS3H08zH8kA/s320/Retirement,+Snow,+Easter,+Track+Meet,2010+007.jpg" tt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I only had one glass of wine!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/S-jWXUW9zDI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/gTtYVbhKPiY/s1600/Retirement,+Snow,+Easter,+Track+Meet,2010+006.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/S-jWXUW9zDI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/gTtYVbhKPiY/s320/Retirement,+Snow,+Easter,+Track+Meet,2010+006.jpg" tt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;On the left the quilt made by the staff, and on the right, the one Carolyn Fiskness made&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;which I thought was the staff quilt.&amp;nbsp; I was totally surprised by having two quilts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/S-jWeAcvQiI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/0BsXYk9TaPo/s1600/Retirement,+Snow,+Easter,+Track+Meet,2010+008.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/S-jWeAcvQiI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/0BsXYk9TaPo/s320/Retirement,+Snow,+Easter,+Track+Meet,2010+008.jpg" tt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Jan and Carolyn holding up one of the quilts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I received many nice gifts, and really enjoyed the party.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4328240677701317019-1016050812623445168?l=howcanistopsinging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howcanistopsinging.blogspot.com/feeds/1016050812623445168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4328240677701317019&amp;postID=1016050812623445168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328240677701317019/posts/default/1016050812623445168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328240677701317019/posts/default/1016050812623445168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howcanistopsinging.blogspot.com/2010/05/retirement-party.html' title='Retirement Party'/><author><name>My Lifesong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07293266108659422044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/S-jRGA7TI6I/AAAAAAAAA1g/YX41P5Gja5g/s72-c/Retirement,+Snow,+Easter,+Track+Meet,2010+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4328240677701317019.post-2484067696570362479</id><published>2010-05-10T20:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T20:36:19.557-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter, 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/S-jGAClDQ9I/AAAAAAAAAzw/kUjUey_7L-I/s1600/Getting+ready+for+Easter+Egg+Hunt.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/S-jGAClDQ9I/AAAAAAAAAzw/kUjUey_7L-I/s320/Getting+ready+for+Easter+Egg+Hunt.jpg" tt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Lorrie and Danielle with their families came here to celebrate Easter together&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;They filled the eggs with candy and color-coded them for each child to find their own colored egg.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;That worked out perfectly.&amp;nbsp; Luckily, we had a nice warm day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/S-jHGVVrw2I/AAAAAAAAAz4/P7nxBBMpznY/s1600/Caught+one+with+Liam+smiling.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/S-jHGVVrw2I/AAAAAAAAAz4/P7nxBBMpznY/s320/Caught+one+with+Liam+smiling.jpg" tt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Caught Liam smiling!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/S-jHXK2mmWI/AAAAAAAAA0A/qaq-_zjywgM/s1600/Gort+children.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/S-jHXK2mmWI/AAAAAAAAA0A/qaq-_zjywgM/s320/Gort+children.jpg" tt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Nevie, Liam, Aidan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/S-jHy8ehXsI/AAAAAAAAA0I/2dABDQXMm9k/s1600/Liam+eating+a+leaf.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/S-jHy8ehXsI/AAAAAAAAA0I/2dABDQXMm9k/s320/Liam+eating+a+leaf.jpg" tt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;While the grandchildren looked for eggs, Liam examined a leaf in the grass.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/S-jINa_DDoI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/KF40vyAssJ0/s1600/Nevie+looking+for+eggs.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/S-jINa_DDoI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/KF40vyAssJ0/s320/Nevie+looking+for+eggs.jpg" tt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Nevie looking for pink eggs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/S-jLBdGuauI/AAAAAAAAA0g/sDwSZZiMIqQ/s1600/Sawyer+looking+for+eggs.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/S-jLBdGuauI/AAAAAAAAA0g/sDwSZZiMIqQ/s320/Sawyer+looking+for+eggs.jpg" tt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Sawyer finding his orange egg&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/S-jNZmKk44I/AAAAAAAAA0o/hF5SOHAxZr4/s1600/The+hunt+is+on.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/S-jNZmKk44I/AAAAAAAAA0o/hF5SOHAxZr4/s320/The+hunt+is+on.jpg" tt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The hunt is on!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/S-jNsL0WVMI/AAAAAAAAA0w/MDEYv7a9E3Q/s1600/The+cousins.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/S-jNsL0WVMI/AAAAAAAAA0w/MDEYv7a9E3Q/s320/The+cousins.jpg" tt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The Cousins&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/S-jOAX9Er1I/AAAAAAAAA04/M81332JTJdY/s1600/Swanson+children.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/S-jOAX9Er1I/AAAAAAAAA04/M81332JTJdY/s320/Swanson+children.jpg" tt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Jon, Sawyer, and Alaina&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/S-jOcZZ6JHI/AAAAAAAAA1A/AAuoCmQcDNQ/s1600/Gort+family.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/S-jOcZZ6JHI/AAAAAAAAA1A/AAuoCmQcDNQ/s320/Gort+family.jpg" tt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Trying to get a good family photo of the Gorts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/S-jQft7YXbI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/DkquiUcivZQ/s1600/Earl+with+Jon+Swanson,+Easter,+2010.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/S-jQft7YXbI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/DkquiUcivZQ/s320/Earl+with+Jon+Swanson,+Easter,+2010.jpg" tt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Jon and Earl enjoying the egg hunt with the children&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&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/4328240677701317019-2484067696570362479?l=howcanistopsinging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howcanistopsinging.blogspot.com/feeds/2484067696570362479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4328240677701317019&amp;postID=2484067696570362479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328240677701317019/posts/default/2484067696570362479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328240677701317019/posts/default/2484067696570362479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howcanistopsinging.blogspot.com/2010/05/easter-2010.html' title='Easter, 2010'/><author><name>My Lifesong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07293266108659422044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/S-jGAClDQ9I/AAAAAAAAAzw/kUjUey_7L-I/s72-c/Getting+ready+for+Easter+Egg+Hunt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4328240677701317019.post-4837178680032496209</id><published>2010-05-10T19:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T20:32:32.771-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Winter to Spring</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/S-jO9G6L6jI/AAAAAAAAA1I/N6gmw0AAeEs/s1600/Retirement,+Snow,+Easter,+Track+Meet,2010+019.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/S-jO9G6L6jI/AAAAAAAAA1I/N6gmw0AAeEs/s200/Retirement,+Snow,+Easter,+Track+Meet,2010+019.jpg" tt="true" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/S-jPRG_09fI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/N17vEzQdUco/s1600/Retirement,+Snow,+Easter,+Track+Meet,2010+018.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/S-jPRG_09fI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/N17vEzQdUco/s200/Retirement,+Snow,+Easter,+Track+Meet,2010+018.jpg" tt="true" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;After returning home from Maryland, we embraced the indoors, and the bitter cold again.&amp;nbsp; Couldn't wait for winter to be over.&amp;nbsp; Then one day I decided to go to a talk about Heart Health, and meet the new cardiologist in Willmar who was speaking @ St Mary's Church.&amp;nbsp; This was in the middle of February.&amp;nbsp; He was very personable, and towards the end of his speech, opened it up to questions.&amp;nbsp; I decided to tell him about the symptoms I was experiencing since December.&amp;nbsp; I had three episodes of heartburn, and jaw pain with it.&amp;nbsp; He approached me afterwards, and said he would like to see me as soon as possible, and have a stress test done.&amp;nbsp; So two days later, I had the test done.&amp;nbsp; It was abnormal, and he suggested I have another cardiac catherization done .&amp;nbsp; So the following week, on Feb. 26,&amp;nbsp;I was up in St. Cloud Hospital, with a overnight bag packed just in case , and had the catherization done.&amp;nbsp; Yes, I stayed overnight, due to the fact that I had two stents put in.&amp;nbsp; One was at the same location as my first stent(less than 2 yrs. ago), which was clotting off, and another below that, which was 80% blocked.&amp;nbsp; Following this, I started cardiac rehab for 18 sessions, did well, and was determined to change my eating and exercise habits.&amp;nbsp; Much of what has happened is genetic, but I feel better doing what I am able to control for myself.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4328240677701317019-4837178680032496209?l=howcanistopsinging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howcanistopsinging.blogspot.com/feeds/4837178680032496209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4328240677701317019&amp;postID=4837178680032496209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328240677701317019/posts/default/4837178680032496209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328240677701317019/posts/default/4837178680032496209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howcanistopsinging.blogspot.com/2010/05/winter-to-spring.html' title='Winter to Spring'/><author><name>My Lifesong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07293266108659422044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/S-jO9G6L6jI/AAAAAAAAA1I/N6gmw0AAeEs/s72-c/Retirement,+Snow,+Easter,+Track+Meet,2010+019.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4328240677701317019.post-3496739090592941665</id><published>2010-04-16T18:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T18:51:52.777-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beginning A New Year-2010!</title><content type='html'>As soon as our Christmas guests left for home, we also hurried home to pack for our surprise trip to Maryland, to get there in time for the McArthur Churistmas party @ my brother Jim's house on Saturday, Jan 3rd.&amp;nbsp; So here it was the Wednesday before.&amp;nbsp; We packed, sent Mahlee to the kennel, closed up the house, took Mac with us and drove two days to get to my sister Ellen's house the day before the party.&amp;nbsp; Here, then, are some highlights of our trip. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/S8kJ135uhlI/AAAAAAAAAvY/pKcJkMNkGac/s1600/Jeanne+with+sisters.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="241" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/S8kJ135uhlI/AAAAAAAAAvY/pKcJkMNkGac/s320/Jeanne+with+sisters.jpg" width="320" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/S8kKGQuptpI/AAAAAAAAAvg/29q969mbFLA/s1600/Jim+G,+Ellen,+Jim,+Greg%40+Party.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/S8kKGQuptpI/AAAAAAAAAvg/29q969mbFLA/s320/Jim+G,+Ellen,+Jim,+Greg%40+Party.jpg" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/S8kKYU3MxWI/AAAAAAAAAvo/LyenCL7Rzzs/s1600/Christmas+Celebration+in+Maryland,2009+017.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/S8kKYU3MxWI/AAAAAAAAAvo/LyenCL7Rzzs/s320/Christmas+Celebration+in+Maryland,2009+017.jpg" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/S8kKoCjAImI/AAAAAAAAAvw/t15nwq_NZCg/s1600/Julie+with+girls%40McArthur+Christmas+Party.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/S8kKoCjAImI/AAAAAAAAAvw/t15nwq_NZCg/s320/Julie+with+girls%40McArthur+Christmas+Party.jpg" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/S8kLCC_GXdI/AAAAAAAAAv4/GPkXjN7yUfo/s1600/Barb+%26+Charlie.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/S8kLCC_GXdI/AAAAAAAAAv4/GPkXjN7yUfo/s320/Barb+%26+Charlie.jpg" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/S8kLJXQ0maI/AAAAAAAAAwA/uPR5H6JxN44/s1600/Charlie+holding+Rose.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/S8kLJXQ0maI/AAAAAAAAAwA/uPR5H6JxN44/s320/Charlie+holding+Rose.jpg" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/S8kLSBySQqI/AAAAAAAAAwI/0FhxzucVp3k/s1600/Dennis+%40+Party.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/S8kLSBySQqI/AAAAAAAAAwI/0FhxzucVp3k/s320/Dennis+%40+Party.jpg" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/S8kLgeuXwqI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/f7WrGBFTQ44/s1600/Mara+%26+Analese+with+gifts.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/S8kLgeuXwqI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/f7WrGBFTQ44/s320/Mara+%26+Analese+with+gifts.jpg" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/S8kLstl01TI/AAAAAAAAAwY/ZjW-9-xwXr8/s1600/Analese+with+Irish+ornament.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/S8kLstl01TI/AAAAAAAAAwY/ZjW-9-xwXr8/s320/Analese+with+Irish+ornament.jpg" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Everyone was totally surprised that Earl and I were there.&amp;nbsp; It was so nice to see the family, esp. the granddaughters.&amp;nbsp; I had a really great time with all.&lt;br /&gt;We spent a few days with Ellen, then visited Julie and family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/S8kMncDS8EI/AAAAAAAAAwg/GT74Rp1CLoY/s1600/Earl+with+Mac%40+Ellen%27s.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/S8kMncDS8EI/AAAAAAAAAwg/GT74Rp1CLoY/s320/Earl+with+Mac%40+Ellen%27s.jpg" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/S8kMwDjdjhI/AAAAAAAAAwo/9b9X3YJNV_o/s1600/Analese+playing+Wii.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/S8kMwDjdjhI/AAAAAAAAAwo/9b9X3YJNV_o/s320/Analese+playing+Wii.jpg" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/S8kM8vXk8DI/AAAAAAAAAww/mMkBcey30xU/s1600/Grandpa+reading+girls+a+story.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/S8kM8vXk8DI/AAAAAAAAAww/mMkBcey30xU/s320/Grandpa+reading+girls+a+story.jpg" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We played many games, and read many stories.&amp;nbsp; They loved to have Grandpa read to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/S8kNR8auT_I/AAAAAAAAAw4/LQEpJwdfZOw/s1600/Analese.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/S8kNR8auT_I/AAAAAAAAAw4/LQEpJwdfZOw/s320/Analese.jpg" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/S8kNZiUJf8I/AAAAAAAAAxA/JzjPFwtGO_0/s1600/Analese+ice-skating.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/S8kNZiUJf8I/AAAAAAAAAxA/JzjPFwtGO_0/s320/Analese+ice-skating.jpg" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We also watched Analese ice-skating.&amp;nbsp; She's a natural.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/S8kNugBNgNI/AAAAAAAAAxI/wnuqLxtZr-0/s1600/Analese+loves+to+skate.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/S8kNugBNgNI/AAAAAAAAAxI/wnuqLxtZr-0/s320/Analese+loves+to+skate.jpg" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/S8kN3EnJdZI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/JWrb6ABpyB4/s1600/Mara+already+to+skate.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/S8kN3EnJdZI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/JWrb6ABpyB4/s320/Mara+already+to+skate.jpg" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Of course, Mara also wanted to learn to skate.&amp;nbsp; Here she is for her 1st lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/S8kOH_LWIsI/AAAAAAAAAxY/IYWHS18MtTc/s1600/Mara+being+helped+by+Dad+on+ice.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/S8kOH_LWIsI/AAAAAAAAAxY/IYWHS18MtTc/s320/Mara+being+helped+by+Dad+on+ice.jpg" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It didn't take long, with a little help @ first from Daddy, for Mara to skate on her own. &lt;br /&gt;Another natural!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/S8kOrJg3IvI/AAAAAAAAAxo/dKDnWnosfJw/s1600/Mara+on+the+ice.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/S8kOrJg3IvI/AAAAAAAAAxo/dKDnWnosfJw/s320/Mara+on+the+ice.jpg" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/S8kO0pS_WAI/AAAAAAAAAxw/Q1pFyb5pRu8/s1600/Mara+skating+by+herself.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/S8kO0pS_WAI/AAAAAAAAAxw/Q1pFyb5pRu8/s320/Mara+skating+by+herself.jpg" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/S8kPGQ0WrCI/AAAAAAAAAyA/ccwAXfnhYwo/s1600/Rose+opening+stocking.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/S8kPGQ0WrCI/AAAAAAAAAyA/ccwAXfnhYwo/s320/Rose+opening+stocking.jpg" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Here's some photos of Rose:&amp;nbsp; Opening her stocking, and seeing her Irish ornament&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/S8kPPRQ12fI/AAAAAAAAAyI/puGeTwYndSY/s1600/Rose+with+Irish+blanket.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/S8kPPRQ12fI/AAAAAAAAAyI/puGeTwYndSY/s320/Rose+with+Irish+blanket.jpg" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Rose with her Irish blanket&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/S8kPZQIKJmI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/4zgI4njOFyo/s1600/Rose+playing+with+kitchen+set.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/S8kPZQIKJmI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/4zgI4njOFyo/s320/Rose+playing+with+kitchen+set.jpg" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Playing with her kitchen set&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/S8kP_sV9DYI/AAAAAAAAAyY/ksganiOLAFc/s1600/Rose+Hollin.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/S8kP_sV9DYI/AAAAAAAAAyY/ksganiOLAFc/s320/Rose+Hollin.jpg" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/S8kQGfcOyrI/AAAAAAAAAyg/u7etyIz89WI/s1600/Princess+Rose.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/S8kQGfcOyrI/AAAAAAAAAyg/u7etyIz89WI/s320/Princess+Rose.jpg" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We also were there to celebrate Mara's 4th birthday before we had to leave for home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/S8kQZ6or08I/AAAAAAAAAyo/Y9C_jQNqoK8/s1600/Mara+Jeanne+%404th+birthday+party.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/S8kQZ6or08I/AAAAAAAAAyo/Y9C_jQNqoK8/s320/Mara+Jeanne+%404th+birthday+party.jpg" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/S8kQko6iHgI/AAAAAAAAAyw/IX79hUOi93I/s1600/Mara+ready+to+blow+out+candles.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/S8kQko6iHgI/AAAAAAAAAyw/IX79hUOi93I/s320/Mara+ready+to+blow+out+candles.jpg" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/S8kQ94GrjVI/AAAAAAAAAy4/fY1U6muzAC4/s1600/Mara+opening+gift.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/S8kQ94GrjVI/AAAAAAAAAy4/fY1U6muzAC4/s320/Mara+opening+gift.jpg" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/S8kRF7p3a2I/AAAAAAAAAzA/_h118zbB0C0/s1600/Mara+opening+present+from+us.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/S8kRF7p3a2I/AAAAAAAAAzA/_h118zbB0C0/s320/Mara+opening+present+from+us.jpg" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/S8kRPMW2ltI/AAAAAAAAAzI/IsaUfsXQbiE/s1600/Mara+with+Mermaid.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/S8kRPMW2ltI/AAAAAAAAAzI/IsaUfsXQbiE/s320/Mara+with+Mermaid.jpg" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We also went to my sister Barb's house, for an overnight party with sisters Ellen, and Sandie, nieces Kara, and Sarah, and nephew Travis, and played board games, and laughed, and ate.&amp;nbsp; We stayed for a few days in their family room.&amp;nbsp; Earl helped set up their new 42" LCD TV, and enjoyed watching TV.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/S8kSMui9rVI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/X4QdX-dmWgE/s1600/playing+Pokeno.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/S8kSMui9rVI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/X4QdX-dmWgE/s320/playing+Pokeno.jpg" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/S8kSbjGQAJI/AAAAAAAAAzY/ddVU_LqlX6M/s1600/Mara+in+Dora+nightgown.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/S8kSbjGQAJI/AAAAAAAAAzY/ddVU_LqlX6M/s320/Mara+in+Dora+nightgown.jpg" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/S8kSqadMS4I/AAAAAAAAAzg/LVC6-dU0XUA/s1600/Analese+in+purple+nightgown.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/S8kSqadMS4I/AAAAAAAAAzg/LVC6-dU0XUA/s320/Analese+in+purple+nightgown.jpg" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/S8kS69sJLVI/AAAAAAAAAzo/A6UcYdIfnYc/s1600/singing+Happy+Birthday+to+Mara.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/S8kS69sJLVI/AAAAAAAAAzo/A6UcYdIfnYc/s320/singing+Happy+Birthday+to+Mara.jpg" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/S8kO8Q04amI/AAAAAAAAAx4/3qXIP8bOpgg/s1600/Mary+%26+Mark.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/S8kO8Q04amI/AAAAAAAAAx4/3qXIP8bOpgg/s320/Mary+%26+Mark.jpg" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Finally, after celebrating for 3 weeks, it was time to leave for home.&amp;nbsp; We really lucked out with fairly good weather both going and coming home, before the Marylanders got 3 feet of snow, and another 2 ft. later.&amp;nbsp; It was in the 40-50's while we were there.&amp;nbsp; It was a great retirement trip.&amp;nbsp; Unfortunately, we had the bitter cold temps return to Minnesota after we got home.&amp;nbsp; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/S5L5S-W0qnI/AAAAAAAAAso/929F4DlyFYU/s1600-h/Luci+dressed+up.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" kt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/S5L5S-W0qnI/AAAAAAAAAso/929F4DlyFYU/s200/Luci+dressed+up.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/S5L6I7e9jlI/AAAAAAAAAs4/RIiW_we6X_Q/s1600-h/Christmas+morn.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" kt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/S5L6I7e9jlI/AAAAAAAAAs4/RIiW_we6X_Q/s200/Christmas+morn.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our Christmas in Photos:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Christmas morn with Luci waking up and ready to open her gifts.&amp;nbsp; Later, she is all dressed up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/S5L7YOXDshI/AAAAAAAAAtI/4pL4DSHT600/s1600-h/Luci+looking+%40+stocking.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" kt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/S5L7YOXDshI/AAAAAAAAAtI/4pL4DSHT600/s200/Luci+looking+%40+stocking.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Luci opening stocking, Grandmas made for her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" kt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/S5L71S8ZRuI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/NLmJQQCXoUI/s200/Luci+opening+present.jpg" width="200" /&gt;Luci opening gifts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/S5L8RYA87JI/AAAAAAAAAtY/-oy_pIsDExo/s1600-h/The+cousins+eating+together.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" kt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/S5L8RYA87JI/AAAAAAAAAtY/-oy_pIsDExo/s200/The+cousins+eating+together.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Cousins eating together.&amp;nbsp; The Menu:&amp;nbsp; Ham, Turkey, Potato-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Crab Chowder, Irish Soda Bread, sweet potatoes, Corn, Lime Sherbert Punch.&amp;nbsp; Irish cookies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/S5L9ZgJqC6I/AAAAAAAAAtg/K5g2V4tjAF8/s1600-h/Adults+eating,+Sorry,Sharyn,+caught+with+mouth+full.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" kt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/S5L9ZgJqC6I/AAAAAAAAAtg/K5g2V4tjAF8/s200/Adults+eating,+Sorry,Sharyn,+caught+with+mouth+full.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Everyone enjoyed the meal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/S5L9vwhTBAI/AAAAAAAAAto/QKLrkajEpP4/s1600-h/Ashley+opening+ornament.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" kt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/S5L9vwhTBAI/AAAAAAAAAto/QKLrkajEpP4/s200/Ashley+opening+ornament.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Ashley opening Irish ornament given to each grandchild&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Chris fixing punch&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/S5L-ZMwbwmI/AAAAAAAAAtw/ut8h4hkEEeU/s1600-h/Chris+fixing+punch+while+family+gathers+in+kitchen.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" kt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/S5L-ZMwbwmI/AAAAAAAAAtw/ut8h4hkEEeU/s200/Chris+fixing+punch+while+family+gathers+in+kitchen.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/S5L-zOR0kMI/AAAAAAAAAt4/8gH1BtGA3EE/s1600-h/Jon,+Phil,+Allison,+Chuck.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" kt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/S5L-zOR0kMI/AAAAAAAAAt4/8gH1BtGA3EE/s200/Jon,+Phil,+Allison,+Chuck.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Jon, Phil, Allison, Chuck&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/S5L_PcBk8EI/AAAAAAAAAuA/swU49tNy7ik/s1600-h/Jonnie,+Luci,+Mitch.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" kt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/S5L_PcBk8EI/AAAAAAAAAuA/swU49tNy7ik/s200/Jonnie,+Luci,+Mitch.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Luci with Jonnie &amp;amp; Mitch&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Playing "Hot Potato"&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The "Hulk" Sawyer helping with punch&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/S5MANbOeYqI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/VVFoTgvXM1I/s1600-h/The+Hulk+helping+Chris+with+punch.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" kt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/S5MANbOeYqI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/VVFoTgvXM1I/s200/The+Hulk+helping+Chris+with+punch.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/S5L_jgh9pLI/AAAAAAAAAuI/2VFQlni1tmM/s1600-h/Beginning+Hot+Potato.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" kt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/S5L_jgh9pLI/AAAAAAAAAuI/2VFQlni1tmM/s200/Beginning+Hot+Potato.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/S5MBJ3OuyZI/AAAAAAAAAuY/JDZbEfqefbU/s1600-h/Nevie+with+her+gift.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" kt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/S5MBJ3OuyZI/AAAAAAAAAuY/JDZbEfqefbU/s200/Nevie+with+her+gift.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Nevie with her gift&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/S5MBwYgUc9I/AAAAAAAAAug/7W0LFy33FeQ/s1600-h/Luci+playing+the+Irish+whistle.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" kt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/S5MBwYgUc9I/AAAAAAAAAug/7W0LFy33FeQ/s200/Luci+playing+the+Irish+whistle.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Luci with Irish Flute&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/S5MCXCiG4cI/AAAAAAAAAuo/3fxhiVDkq2Q/s1600-h/All+watching+home+videos+of+Christmas+past.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" kt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/S5MCXCiG4cI/AAAAAAAAAuo/3fxhiVDkq2Q/s200/All+watching+home+videos+of+Christmas+past.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All gathered in family room to watch home videos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/S5MCoWH80cI/AAAAAAAAAuw/3d_HM5BR86g/s1600-h/Aidan+with+his+gift.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/S5MCoWH80cI/AAAAAAAAAuw/3d_HM5BR86g/s320/Aidan+with+his+gift.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Aidan loves the flute&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/S5MC20VYfnI/AAAAAAAAAu4/dLME_9eYVws/s1600-h/Cassidy+and+Courtney+opening+their+gifts.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/S5MC20VYfnI/AAAAAAAAAu4/dLME_9eYVws/s320/Cassidy+and+Courtney+opening+their+gifts.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Cassidy and Courtney opening their gifts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/S5MDWxyMayI/AAAAAAAAAvA/rqQcO1TDztE/s1600-h/Phil,+Allison,+Danielle,+Lorrie.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/S5MDWxyMayI/AAAAAAAAAvA/rqQcO1TDztE/s320/Phil,+Allison,+Danielle,+Lorrie.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Danielle opening Liam's gifts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/S5MDxR1OPbI/AAAAAAAAAvI/Qm6fszevrNc/s1600-h/Tanner,+Cassidy,+Courtney.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/S5MDxR1OPbI/AAAAAAAAAvI/Qm6fszevrNc/s320/Tanner,+Cassidy,+Courtney.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Tanner, Cassidy, Courtney&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4328240677701317019-3693828591868337204?l=howcanistopsinging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howcanistopsinging.blogspot.com/feeds/3693828591868337204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4328240677701317019&amp;postID=3693828591868337204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328240677701317019/posts/default/3693828591868337204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328240677701317019/posts/default/3693828591868337204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howcanistopsinging.blogspot.com/2010/03/our-irish-christmas.html' title='Our Irish Christmas'/><author><name>My Lifesong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07293266108659422044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/S5L5S-W0qnI/AAAAAAAAAso/929F4DlyFYU/s72-c/Luci+dressed+up.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4328240677701317019.post-3999871798208603556</id><published>2010-03-06T16:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T16:49:00.213-08:00</updated><title type='text'>December, 2009</title><content type='html'>As you can see, I'm waaaay behind on my blogging.&amp;nbsp; So here goes December:&amp;nbsp; It began with work, work, work, as I tried to finish getting all my shifts in before retiring...What, you say!&amp;nbsp; Yes, I'm retiring!!!&amp;nbsp; After much comtemplation, I decided this was the time to do it.&amp;nbsp; Exact date was originally the first weekend in December, but later I felt it would be better to continue to work til the middle of the month, to make paychecks through the end of the year, and have my pension start in January.&amp;nbsp; So on December 15th, I worked my last shift on OB with my co-workers of 28 yrs. with a pizza party to celebrate it.&amp;nbsp; Earl happened to be working too as a patient sitter, so we got to go home together that night.&amp;nbsp; Of course, it was emotional, and despite my efforts, the tears flowed freely as I walked to my locker for the last time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/S5L03F_4_tI/AAAAAAAAAsI/Q2B773-6e7c/s1600-h/Posing+%40+Hospital+Retirement+Party.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" kt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/S5L03F_4_tI/AAAAAAAAAsI/Q2B773-6e7c/s200/Posing+%40+Hospital+Retirement+Party.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/S5L0iHrQo9I/AAAAAAAAAsA/l6xCIs4NM6k/s1600-h/Carolyn+Fiskness,+Char+Adams,+drink+hostesses.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/S5L0iHrQo9I/AAAAAAAAAsA/l6xCIs4NM6k/s320/Carolyn+Fiskness,+Char+Adams,+drink+hostesses.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Two days later, my hospital retirement party was scheduled, and all&amp;nbsp; the hospital personnel came to wish me good luck, along with snacking on Special K bars, coffee, and punch.&amp;nbsp; Charlene Adams, and Carolyn Fiskness, two special friends, who had already retired, came to help serve, along with Wendy and Jan, our unit managers.&amp;nbsp; I received many wonderful gifts, hugs, and good wishes, laughs, and tears.&amp;nbsp;My husband, Earl,&amp;nbsp;my daughter Lorrie, and grandson Sawyer were able to be there, too.&amp;nbsp; Of course, the day wouldn't have been complete without some incident occuring...Sawyer ran off, and we had the whole hospital looking for him.&amp;nbsp; Happily, he was found upstairs, running around without a care in the world.&amp;nbsp; Unfortunately, many of the staff couldn't be down to see me, as OB was very hectic @ the time.&amp;nbsp; My favorite gift was a quilt that Carolyn made with prints of nurses on it...it was beautiful.&amp;nbsp; As I was packing everything up, I noticed a Norwood Pine tree, decorated with tiny Christmas balls, sitting on the table with the gifts.&amp;nbsp; I left it there, thinking it was just a table decoration provided by the hospital.&amp;nbsp; The next day I got a call from the hospital, asking me when I would be picking up that pine tree.&amp;nbsp; I guess it was a gift given to me, but by whom???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/S5L1QMAZOPI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/2WCRkd04e3g/s1600-h/Showing+off+my+quilt.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" kt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/S5L1QMAZOPI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/2WCRkd04e3g/s200/Showing+off+my+quilt.JPG" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The&amp;nbsp;following day it was major house-cleaning, as we were hosting Christmas, and all the children and grandchildren would be here, except for my daughter Julie from Maryland.&amp;nbsp; I also had to make plans for our theme of an Irish Christmas, and decide on food, and customs, with the help of my daughters, and get last minute gifts, and baking done.&amp;nbsp; The following Wednesday, Earl and I drove to the cities to pick up our son, Adam, his wife Maja, and their little daughter, Luci.&amp;nbsp; It was wonderful to see them, and have them stay with us for a week.&amp;nbsp; Luci was such a delight, and such a little talker, once she warmed up to us.&amp;nbsp; We all went to Christmas Eve Mass, as I was singing in the choir, and afterwards, showed Luci the nativity set behind the altar.&amp;nbsp; We had lasagna for dinner, then tried to get Luci to sleep.&amp;nbsp; We had borrowed a port-a-crib from my friend, Ruth, who out of the goodness of her heart, had driven to her office to pick it up.&amp;nbsp; At first Luci wanted to sleep in it, then, she cried to sleep in the big boy's bed, which is the bottom bunk bed in the bedroom, but finally she settled down in the crib.&amp;nbsp; Adam and Maja then got busy wrapping up her gifts, while I got ready for Christmas the next day.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/S5L2tYpIhEI/AAAAAAAAAsY/Vhb63jO1nkk/s1600-h/Luci+%40+Church,+Christmas+Eve.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="194" kt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/S5L2tYpIhEI/AAAAAAAAAsY/Vhb63jO1nkk/s200/Luci+%40+Church,+Christmas+Eve.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So begins Christmas Day:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/S2M0qKbxT3I/AAAAAAAAAqw/ezlJDUk48Tk/s1600-h/Raguel,+Joe.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/S2M0qKbxT3I/AAAAAAAAAqw/ezlJDUk48Tk/s320/Raguel,+Joe.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/S2Mwg-4Zd1I/AAAAAAAAAo4/GStB-15SE-o/s1600-h/Checking+out+photos.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/S2Mwg-4Zd1I/AAAAAAAAAo4/GStB-15SE-o/s320/Checking+out+photos.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What a whirlwind of activity November and December was.&amp;nbsp; So much celebrations, so much change. It's taken me til now to sit and absorb it all, and try to write down what all took place.&amp;nbsp; Let's start with photos, OK?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raquel brought Joe to celebrate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gals checking out their photos &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/S2M1cnbfQ7I/AAAAAAAAAq4/3rW-nGhWg5g/s1600-h/Cassidy,+Courtney.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/S2M1cnbfQ7I/AAAAAAAAAq4/3rW-nGhWg5g/s320/Cassidy,+Courtney.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;.Sweet Cassidy and Courtney!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/S2Mv0t6eZEI/AAAAAAAAAog/EmJGRHVdp3Q/s1600-h/Liam+with+Grandpa.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/S2Mv0t6eZEI/AAAAAAAAAog/EmJGRHVdp3Q/s320/Liam+with+Grandpa.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/S2Mv25hb6qI/AAAAAAAAAoo/si6ShT3RtgM/s1600-h/Liam+with+Shawn.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/S2Mv25hb6qI/AAAAAAAAAoo/si6ShT3RtgM/s320/Liam+with+Shawn.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/S2Mv6gk2KdI/AAAAAAAAAow/-DFSKBYc0WM/s1600-h/Sharyn,+Raquel,+Liam.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/S2Mv6gk2KdI/AAAAAAAAAow/-DFSKBYc0WM/s320/Sharyn,+Raquel,+Liam.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liam is such a happy, contented baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;What a joy to see Raquel!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanksgiving @ our home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/S2MvcHuFzOI/AAAAAAAAAoY/Ld9QlX59ItA/s1600-h/Thanksgiving+gathering.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/S2MvcHuFzOI/AAAAAAAAAoY/Ld9QlX59ItA/s320/Thanksgiving+gathering.JPG" width="320" /&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/4328240677701317019-4319924430969043069?l=howcanistopsinging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howcanistopsinging.blogspot.com/feeds/4319924430969043069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4328240677701317019&amp;postID=4319924430969043069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328240677701317019/posts/default/4319924430969043069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328240677701317019/posts/default/4319924430969043069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howcanistopsinging.blogspot.com/2010/01/holidays-and-wrap-up-of-2009.html' title='The Holidays and Wrap-Up of 2009'/><author><name>My Lifesong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07293266108659422044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/S2M0qKbxT3I/AAAAAAAAAqw/ezlJDUk48Tk/s72-c/Raguel,+Joe.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4328240677701317019.post-7759869391769879164</id><published>2010-01-29T11:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T11:15:29.974-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><title type='text'>Summer/September?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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color: #7f6000;"&gt;Best weather we've had all summer!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Earl and I even got some biking in, and camping the end of August up north to Cass Lake with some friends.&amp;nbsp; It was the perfect week!&amp;nbsp; And beautiful campground!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/S2M4fkC6EVI/AAAAAAAAArQ/6IoAT7ymlXI/s1600-h/Earl+and+Jeanne,+camping.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/S2M4fkC6EVI/AAAAAAAAArQ/6IoAT7ymlXI/s320/Earl+and+Jeanne,+camping.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What a perfect week, and we'd go there again in a minute! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/S2M6fEDbx4I/AAAAAAAAArw/9nDcGilrBGo/s1600-h/Allison+in+MN+for+Sr+year.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/S2M6fEDbx4I/AAAAAAAAArw/9nDcGilrBGo/s320/Allison+in+MN+for+Sr+year.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;We celebrated Jonnie's 9th Birthday @ his house.&amp;nbsp; Lorrie made his cake.(Legos)&amp;nbsp; So clever!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First time seeing Allison, after she moved back to Willmar to complete her senior year here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sawyer helping Jonnie open gifts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/S2M6CMoZ1FI/AAAAAAAAAro/8VgRb8yvupc/s1600-h/HPIM1457.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/S2M6CMoZ1FI/AAAAAAAAAro/8VgRb8yvupc/s320/HPIM1457.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/S2M6929mcQI/AAAAAAAAAr4/r1MIE0iJRBU/s1600-h/Sawyer+helping+Jonnie.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/S2M6929mcQI/AAAAAAAAAr4/r1MIE0iJRBU/s320/Sawyer+helping+Jonnie.JPG" /&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/4328240677701317019-7759869391769879164?l=howcanistopsinging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howcanistopsinging.blogspot.com/feeds/7759869391769879164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4328240677701317019&amp;postID=7759869391769879164' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328240677701317019/posts/default/7759869391769879164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328240677701317019/posts/default/7759869391769879164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howcanistopsinging.blogspot.com/2010/01/summerseptember.html' title='Summer/September?'/><author><name>My Lifesong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07293266108659422044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/S2M5CHd8hXI/AAAAAAAAArY/kaXUo0ta4Pc/s72-c/Earl+with+dogs.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4328240677701317019.post-4297817901500796357</id><published>2009-11-12T13:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T13:08:47.379-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seasons come and go!</title><content type='html'>Time for blogging again.&amp;nbsp; The summer came and went,&amp;nbsp; what summer, you ask? did you do anything this summer of 2009?&amp;nbsp; Not the best summer weather, only few really warm hot days, kind of a bummer.&amp;nbsp; But always a busy one, where days fly by, and you wonder where it went, and you're looking @ fall, and know that will soon be over.&amp;nbsp; and you ask, where did that go?&lt;br /&gt;A wrap-up of summer&amp;nbsp; then:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/Svx4Zg7d-6I/AAAAAAAAAnQ/b-22PJCCL8M/s1600-h/4+Sisters.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/Svx4Zg7d-6I/AAAAAAAAAnQ/b-22PJCCL8M/s200/4+Sisters.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/Svx0A9oXpkI/AAAAAAAAAmY/VuyPRve_Jt4/s1600-h/Liam+Sidney+Gort,+July+26,2009.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="162" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/Svx0A9oXpkI/AAAAAAAAAmY/VuyPRve_Jt4/s200/Liam+Sidney+Gort,+July+26,2009.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp; My annual physical showed no surprises, all is well, no new symptoms of heart disease, acc. to my cardiologist.&amp;nbsp; I met several times with fellow nurses who are retired for coffee, and caught up with all their lives, spent one day with Terri and Ruth, for lunch and shopping spree in St. Cloud, visiting a new place "The Depot", which has some very neat stuff in it.&amp;nbsp; Reminds me of the Cracker Barrels store.&amp;nbsp; Celebrated Alaina's birthday @ Games Lake, @ a pavillion, and let the little ones swim.&amp;nbsp; I remember it was a beautiful evening. Earl worked thru the summer @ Walmart, and was glad to leave it behind in August. He had his 65th birthday this year, and so sorry to say, but there was no celebration done. The 26th of July, our 17th grandchild was born to Danielle and Shawn.&amp;nbsp; Liam Sidney Gort was 7lbs. 8ozs, and 19 3/4" long. We visited them right before our trip to Baltimore, on their back porch, among the grape vines, and apple trees.&amp;nbsp; What a precious baby boy.&amp;nbsp; Our trip to Baltimore followed that week, for Earl's ship re-union.&amp;nbsp; We met up with our navy friends from previous reunions, and took the train into the harbor, and Lexington Market, and had the best crabcake sandwiches made.&amp;nbsp; Then we arrived @ Julie and Greg's to celebrate all the girls birthdays @ a park, near their home.&amp;nbsp; Many family and friends were there.&amp;nbsp; It was hot, but thankfully, we had some shade and breezes to make it bearable.&amp;nbsp; We spent one day with my sister Ellen, and another, with Sandie, swam, played volleyball in the pool, and admired her new kitchen.&amp;nbsp; The week flew by.&amp;nbsp; Speaking of kitchens, we have been working on ours, a little at a time, as time and money have been available.&amp;nbsp; I'm so proud of having a husband who can do so many things around the house, and we have done all the work so far ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/Svx4Qznn30I/AAAAAAAAAnI/8EXm5BfBOrg/s1600-h/Ray,+Earl,Vinnie.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/Svx4Qznn30I/AAAAAAAAAnI/8EXm5BfBOrg/s200/Ray,+Earl,Vinnie.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's some photos of our summer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/Svx2eNTjX1I/AAAAAAAAAmo/11Hv9wm4nSE/s1600-h/Best+Crab+Cake+in+Baltimore.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/Svx2eNTjX1I/AAAAAAAAAmo/11Hv9wm4nSE/s200/Best+Crab+Cake+in+Baltimore.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/Svx3_3yFXzI/AAAAAAAAAnA/zEzzcD1IBMA/s1600-h/Rose+in+birthday+dress,standing.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/Svx3_3yFXzI/AAAAAAAAAnA/zEzzcD1IBMA/s200/Rose+in+birthday+dress,standing.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/Svx3jwrmfhI/AAAAAAAAAm4/uuSOL0f0XaA/s1600-h/Mara,Analese+in+birthday+dresses.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/Svx3jwrmfhI/AAAAAAAAAm4/uuSOL0f0XaA/s200/Mara,Analese+in+birthday+dresses.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&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/4328240677701317019-4297817901500796357?l=howcanistopsinging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howcanistopsinging.blogspot.com/feeds/4297817901500796357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4328240677701317019&amp;postID=4297817901500796357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328240677701317019/posts/default/4297817901500796357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328240677701317019/posts/default/4297817901500796357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howcanistopsinging.blogspot.com/2009/11/seasons-come-and-go.html' title='Seasons come and go!'/><author><name>My Lifesong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07293266108659422044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/Svx4Zg7d-6I/AAAAAAAAAnQ/b-22PJCCL8M/s72-c/4+Sisters.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4328240677701317019.post-6964465885381830462</id><published>2009-05-03T16:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T16:39:50.169-07:00</updated><title type='text'>May Flowers</title><content type='html'>After working my 12 hr. weekend, attending staff meetings, getting a low need on call, we tackled things around the house.  First, Earl took up the carpet on the up stairs and hall, which has been there for 25+ yrs., and then we laid new carpet down.  What a nice change.  Then, I painted the hall a lighter green, and the trim, white.  I like it so much more.  Then, Earl knocked out the wall connecting the kitchen to the front closet, to make room for fitting the refrig. in the corner.  We will make another wall to enclose a smaller front closet.  Meanwhile, plaster dust is everywhere.  No vacuuming will take it all up, so now I need to wash every surface down.  I also painted the bottom cupboard doors, and hope to finish that this week.&lt;br /&gt;I got to care for Sawyer on Thursday.  He wasn't happy about mom going to work, but rode quietly to my house that morning.  We visited my neighbor, Terri, for a short while, and he ate oreo cookies, and tea.  Then, we came home, and he helped me make chocolate chip cookies, and of course, we had to sample them to be sure they were OK.  and they were mmm-mmm good.  I bagged up a bunch of th&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/Sf4pRKX8CTI/AAAAAAAAAmA/TbRU-7r-9I4/s1600-h/Allison+and+Phil+%40+Prom,+2009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/Sf4pRKX8CTI/AAAAAAAAAmA/TbRU-7r-9I4/s200/Allison+and+Phil+%40+Prom,+2009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331744383672518962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;em for Alaina, Jon, and family to take home.  Then, we had waffles with strawberries for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;Then, after working on the house all day, we met Lorrie @ Burger King, and hitched a ride with her to watch the Willmar's Grand March for the prom, and see Allison.  The sun was out but the wind was a little cool.  Allison didn't show up til way later in the march, but it was worth the wait.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/Sf4pjABRi6I/AAAAAAAAAmI/BU8v4h5BQjU/s1600-h/Allison%27s+Prom+dress+with+Phil.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/Sf4pjABRi6I/AAAAAAAAAmI/BU8v4h5BQjU/s200/Allison%27s+Prom+dress+with+Phil.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331744690130750370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We later found them, and got to speak with them for a few minutes among the chaos of prom goers, and parents, and friends.  then, Earl and I went out to eat as we hadn't had any supper, and were starving.  We met other prom gazers @ Culvers, and some friends from church. &lt;br /&gt;Saturday, it was back to more demolition, then finally, breaking for crab cakes, cole slaw, and fries. &lt;br /&gt;Sunday, we attended church, and first communion.  I was the cantor, and we stayed after for cake and coffee.  It was a beautiful warm day in the 60's.  Earl had to work, and I put all my flowers outside to get used to the weather.  Took a short walk with the dogs, napped, and rested.  All in all, a great day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4328240677701317019-6964465885381830462?l=howcanistopsinging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howcanistopsinging.blogspot.com/feeds/6964465885381830462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4328240677701317019&amp;postID=6964465885381830462' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328240677701317019/posts/default/6964465885381830462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328240677701317019/posts/default/6964465885381830462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howcanistopsinging.blogspot.com/2009/05/may-flowers.html' title='May Flowers'/><author><name>My Lifesong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07293266108659422044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/Sf4pRKX8CTI/AAAAAAAAAmA/TbRU-7r-9I4/s72-c/Allison+and+Phil+%40+Prom,+2009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4328240677701317019.post-8427230958947003895</id><published>2009-04-27T20:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T15:38:58.887-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Winter to Spring?</title><content type='html'>So, where did the time go?  Since January's last blog, Winter has ended, and Spring has arrived in Minnesota.  That doesn't mean it's no longer cold...it still is cool @ night, the furnace still kicks on, I still wear a coat, the wind still bites, but the sun definitely feels warmer, the tulips are pushing up, the cottonwood and maple trees are budding, and the birds wake me up with their chirping.  Even the grass has turned green.  We even were teased with one day of 90 degrees, definitely not cool.  But I'm still waiting for more constant warmth, where I can turn off the heat, put on capris or shorts, and start planting flowers.  At least it's not snowing here, as in Colorado, or up north, but I long for more warmth and sunshine.&lt;br /&gt;So what's been hap&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/SfeC3i4qOuI/AAAAAAAAAlg/jiRSBtz3Jho/s1600-h/Kitchen_Remodel2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/SfeC3i4qOuI/AAAAAAAAAlg/jiRSBtz3Jho/s200/Kitchen_Remodel2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329872574785141474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;pening?  Well, we started tackling the kitchen re-model.  So far, I've painted the upper cupboards an antique white with black handles, which sets them off quite well.  We've moved the refrig to the opposite wall, and took the upper &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/SfeDS7gZjKI/AAAAAAAAAlo/5hRHJsq3FXU/s1600-h/kitchen+remodel+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/SfeDS7gZjKI/AAAAAAAAAlo/5hRHJsq3FXU/s200/kitchen+remodel+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329873045250739362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;cupboards over the countertop out.  I've collected paint samples for the walls, looked at tile for the backsplash, countertop colors and material, flooring, and planning islands, and recessed spaces for the refrig.  Any further progress has been delayed, as Earl was out of work for 4 months.  But luckily in April, two jobs came about.  First, Walmart called, and he was hired as an assembler of bikes, grills, and such, and Rice Hospital called, and hired him as a patient safety sitter, a casual position.  So he decided to keep them both.  He started at Walmart the beginning of April, and is being oriented to Rice the end of April.  I was surprised he gets close to 30 hrs. of work each week @ Walmart, and he likes the job as he can work at his own pace, and stays in the back away from everyone.&lt;br /&gt;Before he started we were going the the YMCA almost everyday.  He misses that.  I have been going just 2-3 times a week now, playing pickleball with one of the staff who's teaching me the game.  It is a combination of tennis, ping pong, and badmitton, using a wooden paddle, and hitting a wiffle ball over a tennis net.  It's fun, and really gives me a good workout.  I've also been meeting with the retired nurses from Rice once a month.  I'm the only one not retired, but they've included me, and we visit different places for coffee.&lt;br /&gt;I joined an area faith choir for the Chrism Mass we had @ Our Lady of the Lakes in Spicer.  Only had one practice beforehand, but we pulled it off with all new music and it sounded great.&lt;br /&gt;In between times of working, I've had to attend several nurse education courses, attend church meetings, gather clothing and such for the Epilepsy Fund pickup.&lt;br /&gt;After helping Earl give out communion, and support to his Hospice patient, we attended his funeral in February.  Getting to know the family, and give them support was very rewarding, and the family really appreciated all Earl and I did for them.  Now, hospice wants me to join them as a volunteer, so Earl and I can be a team.  I wasn't able to take the course in April, but am considering it for October.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/SfeCXbV2bNI/AAAAAAAAAlY/HkM0GMNhI3Q/s1600-h/colorado+mtns..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/SfeCXbV2bNI/AAAAAAAAAlY/HkM0GMNhI3Q/s320/colorado+mtns..jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329872023004277970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Easter this year was spent in Evergreen, Colorado, visiting Chris and family.  It was a long day trip(14 hrs), but thankfully, we had good weather, and no problems.  Jonnie and Mac came along too.  I can't say enough how great a kid he was...a&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/SfeDx2f8GHI/AAAAAAAAAlw/uwuYhzFup08/s1600-h/Best+Buddies.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/SfeDx2f8GHI/AAAAAAAAAlw/uwuYhzFup08/s200/Best+Buddies.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329873576482576498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; wonderful traveler, and Mac loved having him next to him.  Colorado is beautiful, but pictures don't show the beauty.  Chris lives in the foothills past Denver, 20,000 ft elevation.  Not kidding, I felt the difference in air...I was lightheaded, short of breath if I walked outside at all.  I felt weird!  Easter is always very special to me, esp. the Vigil Mass.  We attended a church down the way from them, decorated as you might visual a typical Rocky Mtn. place with stone and wood beams.  It was a very meaningful service.  And on Easter Sunday, we all attended the Johnson's church with breakfast first, and then their service.  We sat facing the most beautiful view I have ever seen.  there was a huge window from floor to ceiling with the mountains in the background.  There was a live band playing, scripture readings, communion(which we didn't participate in), and a wonderful homily by &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/SfeE3BHragI/AAAAAAAAAl4/CxQUQE2Dxgc/s1600-h/Entrance+of+Denver+Zoo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/SfeE3BHragI/AAAAAAAAAl4/CxQUQE2Dxgc/s200/Entrance+of+Denver+Zoo.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329874764744583682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;their young pastor.  Chris fixed a great dinner of ham, potatoes, corn, and rolls. then we watched movies all day, including Marley and Me, and bawled our eyes out, as it rained, sleeted, and snowed, then rained again.   the next day, it was beautiful, in the 60's, so we all went to the Denver Zoo.  It's a really nice one, where you can get close to the animals, is open and not too crowded.  Then, we headed back home the next day, for our 15 hr drive, as we lost an hour heading back.&lt;br /&gt;Our last event has been Alaina's band concert, combined with the Jr and Sr High.  What a great idea, to hear the progression of talent as the years go by, with practice and application of their instruments.  Both of us enjoyed it immensely.  I just have to remember to bring more treats for Sawyer, as I only had 3 candies for him to eat, and keep him occupied.&lt;br /&gt;This week, Earl took up the carpet on the upstairs and hallway.  We bought new carpet for the stairs, still deciding about the hall.  I painted the hallway, and am tackling the woodwork.  The plumber is coming Wednesday to fix the tub leak,and install new fixtures for the tub and sink.  Gosh, there's alway so much to do to get this house updated.  But we'll keep working on it slow but surely.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4328240677701317019-8427230958947003895?l=howcanistopsinging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howcanistopsinging.blogspot.com/feeds/8427230958947003895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4328240677701317019&amp;postID=8427230958947003895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328240677701317019/posts/default/8427230958947003895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328240677701317019/posts/default/8427230958947003895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howcanistopsinging.blogspot.com/2009/04/winter-to-spring.html' title='Winter to Spring?'/><author><name>My Lifesong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07293266108659422044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/SfeC3i4qOuI/AAAAAAAAAlg/jiRSBtz3Jho/s72-c/Kitchen_Remodel2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4328240677701317019.post-7558119165507384317</id><published>2009-01-12T20:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T20:59:05.610-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wrapping up 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/SWwUzCaVRzI/AAAAAAAAAkE/eA8_kKIsd4A/s1600-h/HPIM1277.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/SWwUzCaVRzI/AAAAAAAAAkE/eA8_kKIsd4A/s200/HPIM1277.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290626529306691378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The busy, anticipated season of Christmas has ended, and with it, 2008.&lt;br /&gt;I must say, it was one of the most enjoyable Christmases we've had as a&lt;br /&gt;family.  Our "French" theme was embraced by all the family.  It began&lt;br /&gt;with our greetings @ the door of "Joyeux Noel"as the family arrived @&lt;br /&gt;our home.  Then, the surprise costumes, worn by Danielle, and Lorrie.&lt;br /&gt;It was perfect!&lt;br /&gt;As the presents piled up under the tree, and the family chatted away, I prepared the first course of our French Dinner...french onion soup.  After toasting the french bread, I spooned the hot soup over it, and sprinkled mozzarella cheese on top(well, not everything has to be french).  We decided to serve everyone, so with my helpers, each one got a bowl of &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/SWwX2-weGZI/AAAAAAAAAkM/vPa3bxHauGk/s1600-h/HPIM1279.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/SWwX2-weGZI/AAAAAAAAAkM/vPa3bxHauGk/s200/HPIM1279.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290629895580162450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;soup.  It was a hit by all.&lt;br /&gt;Then with my kitchen help, we made the Strawberry spinach salad with&lt;br /&gt;poppyseed dressing, and served that next.  That was followed by the main&lt;br /&gt;course of spiral ham, and Aligot(creamy mashed potatoes with creme fraisse,&lt;br /&gt;and french bread. Oh, I almost forgot, we planted a bean in the potatoes, and whoever found it, would be king or queen for the day.  Little Nevie found it, so a crown was made for her.&lt;br /&gt;We decided to break from eating, and gathered on the porch to hear Grandpa Earl tell us about our French ancesty, from Aumale, France to the Dominican Republic, and Haiti, and then to Norfolk, Va.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/SWwbHknRbxI/AAAAAAAAAkU/cT-QzrGPcIA/s1600-h/HPIM1284.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/SWwbHknRbxI/AAAAAAAAAkU/cT-QzrGPcIA/s200/HPIM1284.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290633479154921234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we opened gifts,with Nevie getting to open hers first,  many homemade, all clever with a french&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/SWweIgpJQjI/AAAAAAAAAkk/QidSoCaZVK4/s1600-h/HPIM1286.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/SWweIgpJQjI/AAAAAAAAAkk/QidSoCaZVK4/s200/HPIM1286.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290636793803784754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ideas.  But the tear-jerker was&lt;br /&gt;Mitch's gift to Jonnie-a homemade book about all the things they&lt;br /&gt;have done together over the years, "Remember When..." But the&lt;br /&gt;biggest surprise was my book of photos, given by the Gort family&lt;br /&gt;and on the last page was a picture of Aidan and Nevie holding something up.  It turned out to be&lt;br /&gt;a positive pregnancy strip.  Baby # 3 is on it's way in July.  We are all so happy for the&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/SWwdrK2R1hI/AAAAAAAAAkc/9-IpZv1tmcg/s1600-h/HPIM1308.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/SWwdrK2R1hI/AAAAAAAAAkc/9-IpZv1tmcg/s200/HPIM1308.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290636289737086482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;m.&lt;br /&gt;After all that excitement, the children gathered around the dining room table, and crafted their own puppets.  This was followed by a puppet show directed by Auntie Chris.&lt;br /&gt;We were supposed to have the fourth course of fruit and cheese, but we decided to skip that one, and go right for the fifth and final course--desserts.  Lorrie made two beautiful yule logs, and Sharyn brought banana creme pie, and pumpkin cheesecake.&lt;br /&gt;I also had a french card game we could play called Mille Bourne, but we had a relaxing end by sitting and talking with each other.  It all was just perfect.&lt;br /&gt;That's how I will remember the year ending as New Year's eve brought me down as one sick puppy, catching the stomach flu that was going thru the Johnson family the week before.  I sure didn't feel like chips and dips, let alone, drinks to hail in the New Year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4328240677701317019-7558119165507384317?l=howcanistopsinging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howcanistopsinging.blogspot.com/feeds/7558119165507384317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4328240677701317019&amp;postID=7558119165507384317' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328240677701317019/posts/default/7558119165507384317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328240677701317019/posts/default/7558119165507384317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howcanistopsinging.blogspot.com/2009/01/wrapping-up-2008.html' title='Wrapping up 2008'/><author><name>My Lifesong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07293266108659422044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/SWwUzCaVRzI/AAAAAAAAAkE/eA8_kKIsd4A/s72-c/HPIM1277.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4328240677701317019.post-4770059508604236600</id><published>2008-11-30T19:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T19:40:21.262-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving Prayer</title><content type='html'>Thank you, God, for a hundred things-&lt;br /&gt;for the flower that blooms, for the bird that sings,&lt;br /&gt;for the sun that shines,&lt;br /&gt;and the rain that drops,&lt;br /&gt;for ice cream and raisins and lollipops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, God, for the gift of time-&lt;br /&gt;For the clocks that tick, and the bells that chime,&lt;br /&gt;for days gone by,&lt;br /&gt;and future cheers,&lt;br /&gt;For seasons, and moments, for hours and years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the people who give life pizzazz-&lt;br /&gt;for folks who play sports, those who act and play jazz,&lt;br /&gt;for friends and for families,&lt;br /&gt;For folks of all races,&lt;br /&gt;for hands that give help and for bright smiling faces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the planet you give as our home-&lt;br /&gt;For the sky with its clouds, for the oceans white foam,&lt;br /&gt;For the creatures and critters,&lt;br /&gt;The lakes, falls and fountains,&lt;br /&gt;For hills and for valley, for canyons and mountains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, God, for the gift of your Son-&lt;br /&gt;For the love Jesus shared, for the battle He won&lt;br /&gt;Over death, for the promise&lt;br /&gt;That He would be near&lt;br /&gt;To lead and to guide and to hold us so dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, God, for a hundred things-&lt;br /&gt;For autumn and pumpkins, for dragonfly wings&lt;br /&gt;For Thanksgiving dinners,&lt;br /&gt;For seasides and shore,&lt;br /&gt;For a hundred things, and a thousand things more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brothers are facing major changes in their lives.  I thank you, God for giving me the chance to speak with them, laugh, and joke with them, and reassure them that their lives will be better when these crisis are behind them.  My oldest bro has had a mild heart attack.  He refused to stay in the hospital when they wanted to do further tests, even a possible cardiac catherization.  He is worried about the costs, the time off work, the procedure itself.&lt;br /&gt;My youngest bro is having major surgery on Tuesday-bypass surgery to correct all his clogged vessels.  This is only 2 years after having 7 stents put in.  Both need to totally change their life styles-no smoking, being the #1 change.  I'm praying for them both.  Their lives are precious to me, and I love them both.  That's three of us having heart problems this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite the bad news, it was a wonderful Thanksgiving for me.  Earl and I spent time, helping our community, being able to provide a meal to our neighbors, celebrating the day with Mass and Eucharist, enjoying a meal with Earl's brother, and wife, bringing communion to a hospice patient, and fixing a dinner for our daughters, and grandchildren.  Life can change so quickly.  I am ever grateful for each moment I am given.  May God bless us all with his grace and peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4328240677701317019-4770059508604236600?l=howcanistopsinging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howcanistopsinging.blogspot.com/feeds/4770059508604236600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4328240677701317019&amp;postID=4770059508604236600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328240677701317019/posts/default/4770059508604236600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328240677701317019/posts/default/4770059508604236600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howcanistopsinging.blogspot.com/2008/11/thanksgiving-prayer.html' title='Thanksgiving Prayer'/><author><name>My Lifesong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07293266108659422044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4328240677701317019.post-6072617009374563462</id><published>2008-10-26T13:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T18:05:25.785-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Week in October.</title><content type='html'>I've been so behind on blogging, and reading everyone else's, but decided to try to do my week of my life.  I'm not to sure I can do a daily one.  So here goes....&lt;br /&gt;I'll start with last Sunday, working, as I traded with a co-worker, who needed the Sunday before off.  She, luckily, got an on-call, as we had a quiet weekend.  That all changed during the week, and the following weekend.  The full moon hit!  So up @ 5:15 am, and was assigned the postpartum...three moms, and three newborns.  One had a prolapsed cord with an emergency C/S, another, visiting from out of town, had premature breaking of her bag of waters,and  was breech, so she had a C/S, and the third one, pushed for 3hrs. and baby stayed wedged in there, so she w&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/SQTblwQM5JI/AAAAAAAAAcI/txn3gm4XpHg/s1600-h/images,+back.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 56px; height: 84px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/SQTblwQM5JI/AAAAAAAAAcI/txn3gm4XpHg/s200/images,+back.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261571706330080402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;as a C/S.&lt;br /&gt;And me, I was moving like I had a C/S, as the day before, my back went out on me.  But I managed to make it for most of the day, then told them I had to go sick because of my back.  Relaxing @ home with a warm pack to my back was heaven.  It gave me the few hours I needed to face the rest of the week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/SQTcKda9NsI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/I9ldsiikTU8/s1600-h/images-aching+back.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 96px; height: 128px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/SQTcKda9NsI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/I9ldsiikTU8/s200/images-aching+back.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261572336930076354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday, I forced myself to go exercising.  I work out Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays each week through Cardiac rehab.  I felt bad that I turned Lorrie down when she asked me to babysit Sawyer, but I was facing four more days of working, and my back was a mess.  I barely could get out of the car, but as I moved more, my back loosened up, and I was able to walk gingerly on the treadmill for 20", and lift some weights.  It did help my back.&lt;br /&gt;I worked in ICN that evening after rushing home to see Earl, and eat lunch, and shower.  The little girl that was in there was about 37wks. along, with some respiratory, and feeding difficulties.  Her mom had no prenatal care, and was adopting her out.  She had a C/S for fetal distress, and she didn't want to see her, or care for her.  It was a sad situation.  She had two other children, 2 boys, but told us she couldn't care for another child, even tho she had really wanted a girl.  So there she was, in a isolette, alone, but not without attention, that's for sure.  One of the nurses named her, another, got a girly girl outfit for her.  She was rocked, tube-fed at first, then bottled, talked to, and listened to music playing.  Later, she was joined by a newborn boy who was a little shocky @ birth, with his umb. cord wrapped all around him, and he also had a irregular heart rhythm, skipping beats on occasion.  But then, his heart rate began to beat regularly, so the Dr.  left orders that if he stayed stable, he could be transferred to the regular nursery @ midnight.  Well, little girl decided she wasn't getting enough attention, started alarming, and when I listened to her heartbeat, she was having premature beats.  I worked an extra 45"at the end of my shift,  finishing my notes after notifying the Dr.,  ordering an EKG, and labs on her.  Forget my aching back!&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday morning, I was awakened @ 6:30am, to go with Earl up to St. Cloud for an exam of his ears, and hearing test.  He was fitted for new hearing aids, and will pick them up sometime in November.  We went out to IHOP for breakfast after that, and had the special: fruit crepes, and strawberry french toast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/SQTsdMfk7UI/AAAAAAAAAcY/12Zw6b78hkE/s1600-h/images,+berry+pancake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 104px; height: 85px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/SQTsdMfk7UI/AAAAAAAAAcY/12Zw6b78hkE/s200/images,+berry+pancake.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261590250989612354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Got home, got ready for work, and was assigned as labor nurse, but since we had no one in labor @ the time, I took care of two post C/S moms.  The first mom checked out fine @ 4pm-no pain, no bleeding, stable vital signs.  The 2nd mom I had on Sunday, and she was doing well with her baby.  By 5 pm, my 1st mom decided to bleed profusely when she sat up, and after massaging her uterus repeatedly, and removing a few clots, she stopped bleeding.  Her bed and pad was saturated with blood.  After cleaning her up, I checked her often, and thankfully no more of that occurred.  But then I find out, there's a labor patient coming in for a cytotic induction.  After many phone calls, someone came to take my moms, and I admitted the labor pt.  She didn't deliver before I left, and I jokingly told her, have that baby before I return tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;I stumbled into bed @ 1:30pm after being up 21.5 hrs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Wednesday!  I slept til8:45 am, got the dogs out of their kennels, and let them outside.  They always make a mad dash out the door, like they've been trapped inside forever.  I managed to make some coffee, and breakfast, got the newspaper, and sat down to read my daily Mass readings of scripture, and reflections.  This centers me for the day.  God is #1 with me, and I try to start my day thinking of Him, and thanking Him for this day.  I find myself humming a song I heard the night before on the radio on K-Love, a christian music station.  It gives very positive messages thruout the day, and very uplifting songs.  Then I eat breakfast, and read the paper.  Then I get dressed, and take the dogs for a walk to get the mail, after throwing in a load of clothes to be washed.  Then I leave for work.  I have to be there by 12:15pm for a mandatory inservice about setting up for a emergency C/S.  A staff meeting follows that, and then I am working 3-11pm. As I walk on the floor, I see my mom from the night before, walking the halls, still pregnant, I say to her, haven't you had that baby yet?  She says to me, I was waiting for you.  Did I tell you this is her 8th child?  I am assigned a mom who had twins, who are in ICN, for high bilirubin, and are jaundiced, under lites, and having feeding difficulties.  I took care of all three of them.  The mom was discharged after supper, but remained in her room, rooming in with the twins til bedtime, and then they went to the ICN overnight.  It was a busy night, going back and forth, from mom's room to the icn to gavage feed the babies after trying to bottle, and putting them back under lites, after checking the bilirubin levels.  There was also two more babies in ICN, the little adoptive girl, and the boy I had admitted earlier, with the same problems as earlier.&lt;br /&gt;I was again in bed after 1 am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday-I am off work for one day!  I did some wash, vacuumed the floors, and tried to do some of my bible study lesson from the week before.  I have class today @ 1:00pm.  Needless to say I didn't get it all done.  I skipped the walk with the dogs, to their chagrin, fixed lunch quickly for Earl and I, and sped to Willmar for our bible study for two hrs.  I really am enjoying this class, gathering in group discussion after watching a video, and sometimes discuss our answers to the questions, but mostly talking about how it applies to our life today, and what is happening to each of us.  It's great to be open to others about how you feel about things, and your religion.&lt;br /&gt;After that, Earl and I head to the store to get something for supper, and provide a snack for out Area social concerns meeting, which is being hosted by us @ St. Patrick's.  We opted for pizza for supper, and halloween cupcakes for snacks.&lt;br /&gt;Our meeting started @ 7:00pm, and lasted til 9:00pm.  Earl then took off to bed, as he had to get up @ 4:00am for work.  I stayed up to watch CSI which I taped, then headed for bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday-Breakfast, reading, folding clothes, walking dogs, getting mail, exercising, getting an on call for 10", then being called and told I had to come to work.  So I rushed home, eat something, showered, and sped back to Willmar to work.  Again, I was the labor nurse.  Two moms being induced.  One, 18, moving slowly, but handling labor well, with a doula present.  The other, having #6, but not having active labor.  Meeting her husband, who told me he stopped @ Caribou coffee, and ordered his wife a Chai Tea, but when he mentioned that his wife was in labor, they gave him the tea free.  I asked if he knew Earl, and he said yes, he goes there every day.  Then we laughed...he said, what a sma&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/SQUCs7t2yfI/AAAAAAAAAcg/2EOU-SwRAfE/s1600-h/Earl+helping+rake+leaves.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 179px; height: 135px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/SQUCs7t2yfI/AAAAAAAAAcg/2EOU-SwRAfE/s200/Earl+helping+rake+leaves.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261614710619818482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ll world, here you are taking care of my wife, and I met your husband this morning.  It is a small world.  Sorry to say, I sent her home undelivered that night.&lt;br /&gt;Saturday-nice sunny day, so with Earl's help, we raked, raked, and raked for three hrs.  the whole front yard, and make two trips to the dump.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/SQUDcRJmitI/AAAAAAAAAco/mev3S0wX6Bg/s1600-h/Mahlee+rolling+in+the+leaves.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 139px; height: 105px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/SQUDcRJmitI/AAAAAAAAAco/mev3S0wX6Bg/s200/Mahlee+rolling+in+the+leaves.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261615523827190482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/SQUER-txJXI/AAAAAAAAAcw/kQFJ07UelDw/s1600-h/Day+after+picking+up+leaves.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 185px; height: 138px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/SQUER-txJXI/AAAAAAAAAcw/kQFJ07UelDw/s200/Day+after+picking+up+leaves.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261616446591542642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mahlee and Mac loved the leaves, too, rolling in them.  This is what it looked like today, Sunday, after the blast of wind, and snow showers came.  Did I say we raked, and raked, and raked?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4328240677701317019-6072617009374563462?l=howcanistopsinging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howcanistopsinging.blogspot.com/feeds/6072617009374563462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4328240677701317019&amp;postID=6072617009374563462' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328240677701317019/posts/default/6072617009374563462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328240677701317019/posts/default/6072617009374563462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howcanistopsinging.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-week-in-october.html' title='My Week in October.'/><author><name>My Lifesong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07293266108659422044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/SQTblwQM5JI/AAAAAAAAAcI/txn3gm4XpHg/s72-c/images,+back.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4328240677701317019.post-8072438347279440637</id><published>2008-09-28T18:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T19:21:05.357-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Endings</title><content type='html'>As I reflect the happenings of the past two weeks, I am acutely aware of the workings of the Spirit within Earl and myself.  Three years ago, Earl volunteered to help with the Grief Camp for Kids, and last year talked me into helping, too.  This is a one day "camp" for 1st to 6th grade children who have experienced a loss of a loved one-mother, father, grandma, sibling, friend, etc...  It is a way for them to express their grief, and help them understand, and deal with the grief they experience.  I was reluctant to go last year, not sure what I could do to help, and what it involved.  I came away from that day with much joy, and understanding of how important it is to have something like this for children.  I saw how it changed their grief from complete sadness, to ways of expressing that sadness, and honoring the memory of their loved one.  I was assigned two little boys who had lost their baby brother, who was a stillborn.  Through stories, a movie, workbook, and memory box, they were able to express their sorrow and loss, along with all the other children.  So this year, I willingly volunteered to help again.&lt;br /&gt;When the two little boys came back again this year, they ran over to me and greeted me with smiles.   Unfortunately, I assigned another child, so I directed them to their new volunteer.  This time, I had a 6 yr. old girl, who had lost her grandmother to cancer @ a young age of 48.  She started the day very quiet and shy, but by the end, she blossomed with talk about her grandma, and how much she loved her.  I feel this is such a special program, and so happy to be&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/SOA55FEirFI/AAAAAAAAAbg/RwdtzpbD-ww/s1600-h/images-balloons.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/SOA55FEirFI/AAAAAAAAAbg/RwdtzpbD-ww/s200/images-balloons.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251260818290551890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; a part of it.  At the end of the day, we release balloons in the air with the  person's name attached that they want to remember.  It is a wonderful feeling of release.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, last friday, Dad finished his last day at the coffee shop.  He was really bummed out about it, as he really enjoyed seeing the people @ the hospital, both workers, and visitors.  But the bottom line was profits, and the hospital had to cut programs and things that were not keeping the hospital in the black.  But as he prepared for his last day, he opened the readings for day from the scriptures, and guess what they were:&lt;br /&gt;Ecclesiastes 3:1-11   There is an appointed time for everything,&lt;br /&gt;                                and a time for every thing under the heavens....&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/SOA6U__qDII/AAAAAAAAAbo/12JaCdfPC8E/s1600-h/images-coffee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/SOA6U__qDII/AAAAAAAAAbo/12JaCdfPC8E/s200/images-coffee.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251261297964223618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                               A time to weep, and a time to laugh;&lt;br /&gt;                                 a time to mourn, and a time to dance....&lt;br /&gt;                               A time to seek, and a time to lose;&lt;br /&gt;                                 a time to keep, and a time to cast away.&lt;br /&gt;As these verses point out so eloquently, life is full of ups and downs.  We all go through times when we feel like we're on top of the world, but we also face times of challenge and tragedy.  How do we cope with the death of a loved one, or the loss of a job?&lt;br /&gt;Ironically, the key to weathering the storms of life is often found within, and our connection to God can grow stronger, and deepen our faith.  But if you are still searching, it can be a doorway that opens our hearts to His mercy and grace.  But I think that the most important reason why tragedies can be blessings, is that we can encourage others facing difficulties with the same strength we have received from God.&lt;br /&gt;I am so proud to be Earl's wife, and so glad he is in mine.  I have seen the changes he has gone through, and though he doesn't realize the impact he had made on others in his work, I have listened to the expressions from many who came in contact with him.&lt;br /&gt;He was bombarded with gifts, and cards, tears, hugs, photos, and sayings.  What a wonderful accolade for his three years there, let alone getting "Employee of the Year" last year.  He will be missed by many, and what more can anyone ask for, for a job well done.&lt;br /&gt;But life goes on, and he will start anew with Caribou Coffee in a couple of weeks as a shift&lt;br /&gt; supervisor, getting the hours he wanted, and weekends off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4328240677701317019-8072438347279440637?l=howcanistopsinging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howcanistopsinging.blogspot.com/feeds/8072438347279440637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4328240677701317019&amp;postID=8072438347279440637' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328240677701317019/posts/default/8072438347279440637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328240677701317019/posts/default/8072438347279440637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howcanistopsinging.blogspot.com/2008/09/summer-endings.html' title='Summer Endings'/><author><name>My Lifesong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07293266108659422044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/SOA55FEirFI/AAAAAAAAAbg/RwdtzpbD-ww/s72-c/images-balloons.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4328240677701317019.post-531472856061150250</id><published>2008-09-14T19:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T20:12:45.475-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend of Camping</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/SM3PvpJmi1I/AAAAAAAAAbA/myzih-WMRmY/s1600-h/%C2%AFCamping+companions.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/SM3PvpJmi1I/AAAAAAAAAbA/myzih-WMRmY/s320/%C2%AFCamping+companions.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246077558363425618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's been a very busy summer for us.  I can't say we haven't done a lot of traveling, for sure.  But, still, we longed to go camping at least once this summer.  The camper had been sitting in the driveway all through the warm weather.  So, the first weekend in September, we packed it up, and took flight &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/SM3OTOvsPJI/AAAAAAAAAaw/zOgH4ijUj7s/s1600-h/Jeanne%26Mahlee%40+Spirit+Lake,Ia.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/SM3OTOvsPJI/AAAAAAAAAaw/zOgH4ijUj7s/s200/Jeanne%26Mahlee%40+Spirit+Lake,Ia.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246075970727459986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;to our campground in &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/SM3L-Kk33oI/AAAAAAAAAao/N9dgAs3_ofY/s1600-h/Earl%26Mac+%40+Spirit+Lake.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/SM3L-Kk33oI/AAAAAAAAAao/N9dgAs3_ofY/s200/Earl%26Mac+%40+Spirit+Lake.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246073409807834754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Spirit Lake, Ia.  The dogs were excited, too, to be going with us, instead of being left behind.  The weather was cool, even misty @ intervals, but we didn't care.  We took plenty of walks, in the campground, and surrounding areas.  It was perfect for relaxing, and enjoying each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/SM3QCN45OpI/AAAAAAAAAbI/jENQxlBNhmk/s1600-h/Fishing+on+the+lake.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/SM3QCN45OpI/AAAAAAAAAbI/jENQxlBNhmk/s320/Fishing+on+the+lake.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246077877463104146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/SM3ROxgBwyI/AAAAAAAAAbY/tmHZ2TzKElQ/s1600-h/Gaggle+of+geese+on+lake.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/SM3ROxgBwyI/AAAAAAAAAbY/tmHZ2TzKElQ/s200/Gaggle+of+geese+on+lake.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246079192692540194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/SM3Q8ULmf1I/AAAAAAAAAbQ/0K-HJtmkzP4/s1600-h/Stream%40walking+path.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/SM3Q8ULmf1I/AAAAAAAAAbQ/0K-HJtmkzP4/s200/Stream%40walking+path.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246078875584593746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all need weekends like this now and then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4328240677701317019-531472856061150250?l=howcanistopsinging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howcanistopsinging.blogspot.com/feeds/531472856061150250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4328240677701317019&amp;postID=531472856061150250' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328240677701317019/posts/default/531472856061150250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328240677701317019/posts/default/531472856061150250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howcanistopsinging.blogspot.com/2008/09/weekend-of-camping.html' title='Weekend of Camping'/><author><name>My Lifesong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07293266108659422044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/SM3PvpJmi1I/AAAAAAAAAbA/myzih-WMRmY/s72-c/%C2%AFCamping+companions.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4328240677701317019.post-6677558456516146467</id><published>2008-09-01T20:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T21:45:32.874-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The State Fair, 2008</title><content type='html'>Earl and I got tickets  thru the hospital, discounted and included a bus to the State Fair.  We had gone last year, and decided that it was the only way to go there.  We also asked Alaina and Jonnie to go with us.  So Friday after I worked my 12 hr shift, I asked Lorrie to bring them to the hospital, and I brought them home to spend the night, so we could an early start.  The bus left @ 7 am., and the children got to sit in the front seat, which was good for Alaina, who gets car sick easy.&lt;br /&gt;It was a beautiful sunny day, in the mid 80's by afternoon, tho a little cool in the morning, so the kids borrowed our jackets to wrap up in on the way to the cities.  Of course, the first thing Jonnie wanted to do was get on a ride.  But he patiently waited til we checked out a few things, and &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/SLy-OsjGtmI/AAAAAAAAAY0/8bUaIXLD2yA/s1600-h/State+Fair+treats.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/SLy-OsjGtmI/AAAAAAAAAY0/8bUaIXLD2yA/s320/State+Fair+treats.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241273226038261346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;sampled some food.  Throughout the day, of course, there was more sampling...snowballs, ice cream sundaes, cheese curds, cherry pepsi, wine ice cream(adults only), cheeseburgers, fries, corn dogs, bubblegum swirl cones, water, water, water, Sweet martha's choc. chip cookies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, we went to the Midway to check out the rides.  Jonnie jumped on the first one he &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/SLy_ojr8xpI/AAAAAAAAAY8/JXPOT8Utei8/s1600-h/Jon%27s+1st+of+few+rides+%40State+Fair.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/SLy_ojr8xpI/AAAAAAAAAY8/JXPOT8Utei8/s200/Jon%27s+1st+of+few+rides+%40State+Fair.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241274769847666322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;saw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/SLzAeXGKFlI/AAAAAAAAAZM/rJ-NAKZ_uOM/s1600-h/Where%27s+Jonnie.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/SLzAeXGKFlI/AAAAAAAAAZM/rJ-NAKZ_uOM/s200/Where%27s+Jonnie.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241275694180865618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As he swirled around and flew in the air, Alaina and I watched him close his eyes, and bend his head down.  I think he was a little scared, but when he came off, he was so excited and said it was really fun.  Next he went on the tilt a whirl.  Couldn't get Alaina to go with him.  Then he went on the bumper cars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/SLzBopMD7AI/AAAAAAAAAZU/dS_wM5NQdbM/s1600-h/Jon+crashing+on+bumper+car.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/SLzBopMD7AI/AAAAAAAAAZU/dS_wM5NQdbM/s200/Jon+crashing+on+bumper+car.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241276970347785218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandpa and him also went on the river raft ride.  Again, I asked Alaina to join them.  No way!  So her and I watched them get wet, along with all the others on the rafts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/SLzCjOZC8MI/AAAAAAAAAZc/5BMfB7ckbnQ/s1600-h/River+Raft%40State+Fair.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/SLzCjOZC8MI/AAAAAAAAAZc/5BMfB7ckbnQ/s200/River+Raft%40State+Fair.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241277976766771394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We visited the Miracle of Birth barn, a pioneer scene, a Sham Wow demonstration, the butter sculptors of the Dairy Princesses, watched a parade, seen the train display in the Ag Building, bought Grandpa a hat, watched a dog obedience show, and finally, after walking and walking, we took the Sky Glider back to our starting point to catch the bus home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/SLzEGiAK8PI/AAAAAAAAAZk/fbCuiGsTHKo/s1600-h/Grandpa+with+Jon+on+Sky+Glider.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/SLzEGiAK8PI/AAAAAAAAAZk/fbCuiGsTHKo/s200/Grandpa+with+Jon+on+Sky+Glider.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241279682838196466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/SLzEPL3PT5I/AAAAAAAAAZs/S8YOb-AhNzU/s1600-h/Grandma+%26+Alaina+on+Sky+Glider.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/SLzEPL3PT5I/AAAAAAAAAZs/S8YOb-AhNzU/s200/Grandma+%26+Alaina+on+Sky+Glider.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241279831513976722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our self portrait on the Glider.  Alaina loved the ride in the sky!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4328240677701317019-6677558456516146467?l=howcanistopsinging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howcanistopsinging.blogspot.com/feeds/6677558456516146467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4328240677701317019&amp;postID=6677558456516146467' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328240677701317019/posts/default/6677558456516146467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328240677701317019/posts/default/6677558456516146467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howcanistopsinging.blogspot.com/2008/09/state-fair-2008.html' title='The State Fair, 2008'/><author><name>My Lifesong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07293266108659422044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/SLy-OsjGtmI/AAAAAAAAAY0/8bUaIXLD2yA/s72-c/State+Fair+treats.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4328240677701317019.post-7031621522022605653</id><published>2008-09-01T20:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T20:47:33.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Wedding</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/SLywlaeqBKI/AAAAAAAAAYE/KaLEN5_0Whc/s1600-h/Wedding+Party,Adam,Maja%27s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/SLywlaeqBKI/AAAAAAAAAYE/KaLEN5_0Whc/s320/Wedding+Party,Adam,Maja%27s.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241258223161967778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was a beautiful celebration of Adam and Maja's love and commitment to a life together, and a fusion of two families who love them both.  It was personally  an emotional experience for Earl and myself, seeing our only son, and last one getting married.  During the tears, and lumps in our throats, I saw Jonnie nudge Aidan, and heard him say, "Look at Grandpa, he's crying!"&lt;br /&gt;With temps @ 107 degrees, yes, it was hot, but it didn't seem to matter during the Mass, and exchanging of vows, and rings, and pledges of love.  Even little Luci was an angel, and I was very proud of my son.  He won't have an easy road to travel for awhile, going to college, working full time, and moving in with the In-laws, and caring for his family, but pursuing his dreams will help him get through in all.  I love Maja, and am so happy to have her part of this crazy female-dominate group.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/SLy2XHVq9_I/AAAAAAAAAYc/3YxwbmYqcAU/s1600-h/Wedding+Dance-Adam%26Maja.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/SLy2XHVq9_I/AAAAAAAAAYc/3YxwbmYqcAU/s200/Wedding+Dance-Adam%26Maja.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241264574575605746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/SLy19J3rfXI/AAAAAAAAAYU/dgXxg7D3lIw/s1600-h/Adam%26Maja+cutting+cake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/SLy19J3rfXI/AAAAAAAAAYU/dgXxg7D3lIw/s200/Adam%26Maja+cutting+cake.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241264128578518386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then the fun began @ the reception.  Our crazy dance loving family dominated the floor most of the night.  We ca&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/SLy1oxHU7sI/AAAAAAAAAYM/wAB_2p0IgI8/s1600-h/Adam+dancing+with+his+Mom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/SLy1oxHU7sI/AAAAAAAAAYM/wAB_2p0IgI8/s200/Adam+dancing+with+his+Mom.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241263778335878850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;n't help it, we all just love to dance, and enjoy the music.  Maja's brother, Peter, did a great job, playing his guitar, and singing for the wedding couple's first dance.  I loved the song I danced with Adam, Josh Groban's "You raised Me Up".  And Jonnie's slow dance with his Grandma was so special.  It was over too soon.&lt;br /&gt;The next day, we had to pack up and leave early to head back home.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/SLy23YjwsUI/AAAAAAAAAYk/ukVjzRwSzvo/s1600-h/Dancing+the+night+away.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/SLy23YjwsUI/AAAAAAAAAYk/ukVjzRwSzvo/s200/Dancing+the+night+away.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241265128953917762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4328240677701317019-7031621522022605653?l=howcanistopsinging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howcanistopsinging.blogspot.com/feeds/7031621522022605653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4328240677701317019&amp;postID=7031621522022605653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328240677701317019/posts/default/7031621522022605653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328240677701317019/posts/default/7031621522022605653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howcanistopsinging.blogspot.com/2008/09/wedding.html' title='The Wedding'/><author><name>My Lifesong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07293266108659422044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/SLywlaeqBKI/AAAAAAAAAYE/KaLEN5_0Whc/s72-c/Wedding+Party,Adam,Maja%27s.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4328240677701317019.post-7834282952704090844</id><published>2008-08-22T17:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T18:28:50.351-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><title type='text'>Our trip to Out West and Spokane</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;What a week, and what a trip!  We drove two days out to Spokane, an&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;d wouldn't have it any other way.  The 1200+ miles was worth it, to see all &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;the beautiful scenery up north, and west.  It was our first time this far west, and honestly, I wasn't looking forward to driving so long, esp. after our two day drive out east.  But as we got to the Badlands i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;n North D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;akota, the wheat and sunflower fields in eastern Montana, the mountain views &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;in wes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;tern Montana, and Idaho, and the crystal clear lakes, I couldn't get enough pictures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/SK9Yjp_CO1I/AAAAAAAAAV0/VctrUFpY0HQ/s1600-h/View%232+Painted+hills.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/SK9Yjp_CO1I/AAAAAAAAAV0/VctrUFpY0HQ/s320/View%232+Painted+hills.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237502261244083026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/SK9Y7EckmAI/AAAAAAAAAV8/cqrgGFdUMPU/s1600-h/mountains+in+background.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/SK9Y7EckmAI/AAAAAAAAAV8/cqrgGFdUMPU/s320/mountains+in+background.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237502663484282882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/SK9ZX7klg7I/AAAAAAAAAWM/Be7gUO8Xs-c/s1600-h/Montana+Mountains.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/SK9ZX7klg7I/AAAAAAAAAWM/Be7gUO8Xs-c/s320/Montana+Mountains.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237503159318184882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/SK9Z2A4gQcI/AAAAAAAAAWU/fUTn0Q45f6Q/s1600-h/Montana+scenery.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/SK9Z2A4gQcI/AAAAAAAAAWU/fUTn0Q45f6Q/s320/Montana+scenery.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237503676139979202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;We heard it was going to be in the 90's that weekend.  I thought, Oh great, as I thought about our dress attire for the wedding-Earl, in a tux, and me in a long sleeveless gown with a 3/4 sleeve jacket.  But it wouldn't be that bad, as surely the church would be air-conditioned, and the rehearsal di&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;nner @ Maja's parents had air-conditioning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I made reservati&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;ons for hotels on the way, while we were in Spokane, and on our way home.  All in all, they were good choices, esp. where we stayed in Spokane.&lt;br /&gt;So, Saturday, before the rehearsal, and dinner following for my son, Adam's wedding, we were invited to the community pool near Maja's parents.  Yes, it was hot o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;ut, and the pool was refreshing, though not everyone got in.  Too bad!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/SK9cYsDlf7I/AAAAAAAAAWc/R9eEbDgaH2k/s1600-h/Fun+in+the+pool.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/SK9cYsDlf7I/AAAAAAAAAWc/R9eEbDgaH2k/s320/Fun+in+the+pool.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237506470867992498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/SK9csbs2qEI/AAAAAAAAAWk/96DkvvZc3iM/s1600-h/Alaina+practicing+her+moves+in+pool.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/SK9csbs2qEI/AAAAAAAAAWk/96DkvvZc3iM/s320/Alaina+practicing+her+moves+in+pool.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237506810075064386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/SK9c9wE6cWI/AAAAAAAAAWs/8SeGydjFXSs/s1600-h/Luci+in+pool.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/SK9c9wE6cWI/AAAAAAAAAWs/8SeGydjFXSs/s320/Luci+in+pool.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237507107602461026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/SK9eG36U-BI/AAAAAAAAAW8/-jvLcWVnuB8/s1600-h/Danielle,+Lorrie,+Sharyn+%40pool.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/SK9eG36U-BI/AAAAAAAAAW8/-jvLcWVnuB8/s320/Danielle,+Lorrie,+Sharyn+%40pool.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237508363835996178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/SK9eG36U-BI/AAAAAAAAAW8/-jvLcWVnuB8/s1600-h/Danielle,+Lorrie,+Sharyn+%40pool.JPG"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/SK9gYivn6PI/AAAAAAAAAXU/Gv4vYuCeZoA/s1600-h/Chris+talking+with+Danielle.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/SK9gYivn6PI/AAAAAAAAAXU/Gv4vYuCeZoA/s200/Chris+talking+with+Danielle.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237510866414856434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/SK9eG36U-BI/AAAAAAAAAW8/-jvLcWVnuB8/s1600-h/Danielle,+Lorrie,+Sharyn+%40pool.JPG"&gt;                             Adam relaxed some, too.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/SK9gwe0SpYI/AAAAAAAAAXc/R2ycj1wkf_s/s1600-h/Adam+before+wedding+rehearsal.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/SK9gwe0SpYI/AAAAAAAAAXc/R2ycj1wkf_s/s200/Adam+before+wedding+rehearsal.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237511277677553026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then , the rehearsal was @ the university building upstairs, three flights, in the chapel, as there was  a  wedding taking place @ the church.  No air-conditioning!  upper 90's!&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards, we were invited to Maja's parents, Priscilla and David, for lasagna, salad, garlic bread, cheese, grapes, and pie/ice cream.  Again, no air-conditioning!  They were re-modeling their house, and the air-conditioner went up.  Who could have guessed it would have been that warm this weekend?  But we all survived the heat, and had a good time.  They were so warm(no pun intended), and welcomed us all.  I really felt comfortable with all of them.&lt;br /&gt;We relaxed in the hotel pool the next day in the morning, before the wedding which was scheduled @ 3pm.  We were asked to be there @ 1pm for pictures.  And believe it or not, it was 107 degrees that day, and not air-conditioning in the church, or in the room that was use&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/SK9lLuXEEMI/AAAAAAAAAXs/k_rll5IXifs/s1600-h/Four+beautiful+daughters.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/SK9lLuXEEMI/AAAAAAAAAXs/k_rll5IXifs/s200/Four+beautiful+daughters.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237516143752908994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;d to get ready.  I sweated in places I didn't know I could.  But what can you do about it.  We were all going through so &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/SK9ktlKkytI/AAAAAAAAAXk/Vpze4VMWoIs/s1600-h/Earl+in+tux,+Jeane+before+wedding.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/SK9ktlKkytI/AAAAAAAAAXk/Vpze4VMWoIs/s200/Earl+in+tux,+Jeane+before+wedding.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237515625888533202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;many emotions, seeing our baby, and only son, getting married.&lt;br /&gt;As we waited in church, for the Mass t0 begin, my batteries went dead, and I couldn't take any more pictures.  I could just kick myself for not being prepared with extra batteries.   So I have to depend on my daughters getting some good photos of the couple, and pics of the reception.&lt;br /&gt;More about that later.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/SK9l8tyPZVI/AAAAAAAAAX8/JrUNIdfLCdw/s1600-h/Groom+Adam+with+his+sisters,+and+Luci.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/SK9l8tyPZVI/AAAAAAAAAX8/JrUNIdfLCdw/s320/Groom+Adam+with+his+sisters,+and+Luci.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237516985412052306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4328240677701317019-7834282952704090844?l=howcanistopsinging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howcanistopsinging.blogspot.com/feeds/7834282952704090844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4328240677701317019&amp;postID=7834282952704090844' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328240677701317019/posts/default/7834282952704090844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328240677701317019/posts/default/7834282952704090844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howcanistopsinging.blogspot.com/2008/08/our-trip-to-out-west-and-spokane.html' title='Our trip to Out West and Spokane'/><author><name>My Lifesong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07293266108659422044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/SK9Yjp_CO1I/AAAAAAAAAV0/VctrUFpY0HQ/s72-c/View%232+Painted+hills.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4328240677701317019.post-7435811636942038806</id><published>2008-08-13T08:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T08:36:38.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Summer trip</title><content type='html'>I'm getting excited about this trip.  We are headed to Washington state to see our son, Adam, get married to a wonderful woman, Maja.  As I pack again, I have  tried to plan out this trip, as to where to stay on the way there, and back.  The time will go back so fast.  Our daughter Sharyn is coming with us, and we plan to leave very early in the morning, to drive the 1200+miles it takes.  I tried my dress on for the wedding, and it fits perfectly.  I hear it's suppose to be in the 90's all weekend, and sunny.  Can't wait to see everyone.  Will get lots of pictures and post them when we get back.  Chris, have a safe trip on Friday.  Thinking about Lorrie and Danielle...they should have arrived @ Glacier by now.  Love to all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4328240677701317019-7435811636942038806?l=howcanistopsinging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howcanistopsinging.blogspot.com/feeds/7435811636942038806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4328240677701317019&amp;postID=7435811636942038806' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328240677701317019/posts/default/7435811636942038806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328240677701317019/posts/default/7435811636942038806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howcanistopsinging.blogspot.com/2008/08/another-summer-trip.html' title='Another Summer trip'/><author><name>My Lifesong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07293266108659422044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4328240677701317019.post-3622120455505072773</id><published>2008-08-11T19:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T20:35:54.709-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Anniversary</title><content type='html'>As we headed home, seeing the girls, and Julie &amp;amp; Greg, waving goodbye, we reflected on our trip.  It's hard to go back, and see the family for such a short time, knowing you won't see them again for a long while, but with the help of the internet, we all try to stay in touch.  And even though, things were tense at times, with the baby coming,  Mara's food issues,  I admire  the challenges Julie and Greg face daily   And the girls were a delight to be with, and we'll miss that daily interaction with them.  And, of course, baby Rose... &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/SKD2R3ov9JI/AAAAAAAAATY/SL2QcY-99gM/s1600-h/Rose+with+eyes+open.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/SKD2R3ov9JI/AAAAAAAAATY/SL2QcY-99gM/s320/Rose+with+eyes+open.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233453553857590418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                      So we drove to South Bend, Indiana, where the national baton twirling competition was taking place, and hotel rooms were  booked up.  Luckily,  the first hotel we stopped at, checked with a hotel down the street, and got us a room.  We made it home safely the next day.  We really enjoyed this trip...the Envoy was very comfortable, we stopped when we felt like it to rest, and stretch, and we enjoyed each other's company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Sunday was spent unpacking, and catching up on mail, and news.  Then, after working the rest of the week, we again packed, and headed for Duluth.  Steve and Kory, who were going with us,  purchased a 2005 Toyota Sienna, and offered to drive us up there.  We did fine til we got to Superior, and couldn't find Barker's Island, where we booked our hotel.  So I called my youngest, Danielle, and she gave us directions to the place, and we then met her and her family for dinner @ The Shack.  We've eaten there before, and they have good food!  Seems the whole area around Duluth is booked up, and reservations for dinner were hard to come by at the popular restaurants.  It was a nice relaxing time, and I finally was able to give Nevie her birthday presents, as she turned 3 on July 10th.  Danielle, Shawn, and the kids were heading to Hayward camping with friends the next day.  We did drive by their house on the way back to the hotel to see Shawn's new paint job.  Nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the next day, we decided to get up early to see the Tall Ships, as we heard there was a 5 hr. wait in line the prev&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/SKD78yVnf2I/AAAAAAAAATg/99uCskiejaE/s1600-h/The+Pride+of+Baltimore.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/SKD78yVnf2I/AAAAAAAAATg/99uCskiejaE/s200/The+Pride+of+Baltimore.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233459788727680866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ious day to get on the ships. Here are photos of the ships:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/SKECMdNzoYI/AAAAAAAAAUg/m7m9Ro_4mtE/s1600-h/Brothers-Earl,+Steve.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/SKECMdNzoYI/AAAAAAAAAUg/m7m9Ro_4mtE/s200/Brothers-Earl,+Steve.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233466655005450626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/SKD8Y4bE1EI/AAAAAAAAATo/OFKeXF_L21s/s1600-h/Niagra+%232.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/SKD8Y4bE1EI/AAAAAAAAATo/OFKeXF_L21s/s200/Niagra+%232.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233460271397524546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We decided it wasn't worth standing in line to actually board the ships after seeing them all being packed on board, &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/SKD9rPfJA0I/AAAAAAAAATw/Y4YwTccjUd0/s1600-h/Earl,Jeanne-Duluth.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/SKD9rPfJA0I/AAAAAAAAATw/Y4YwTccjUd0/s200/Earl,Jeanne-Duluth.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233461686337864514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;but not going below deck.  so we just took lots of pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/SKD2R3ov9JI/AAAAAAAAATY/SL2QcY-99gM/s1600-h/Rose+with+eyes+open.JPG"&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                              &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/SKD-OnGJRqI/AAAAAAAAAT4/b6UGz3wOue0/s1600-h/View%233.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/SKD-OnGJRqI/AAAAAAAAAT4/b6UGz3wOue0/s200/View%233.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233462293970896546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/SKEBa6PafeI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/MiGnT5AX8xk/s1600-h/Ship+going+under+lift+bridge.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/SKEBa6PafeI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/MiGnT5AX8xk/s200/Ship+going+under+lift+bridge.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233465803803360738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then, we walked, and walked, all around Canal Park...watched a ship leave the harbor, and saw the lift bridge go up and down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/SKD_Pg4NWvI/AAAAAAAAAUA/r0ui9ACKXqA/s1600-h/Steve,Kory+watching+ship.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/SKD_Pg4NWvI/AAAAAAAAAUA/r0ui9ACKXqA/s200/Steve,Kory+watching+ship.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233463408993327858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/SKD_ncWNEFI/AAAAAAAAAUI/8a0zA-Wh_uU/s1600-h/Earl+watching+plane+overhead.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/SKD_ncWNEFI/AAAAAAAAAUI/8a0zA-Wh_uU/s200/Earl+watching+plane+overhead.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233463820093821010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the most perfect weather that weekend, and we thoroughly enjoyed each other, and all the activities despite the crowds of people.  Happy 40th Anniversary.&lt;br /&gt;Now I know Earl wanted so much more for our 40th, but it was special because we spent it together.  Maybe this winter, when the temps are below zero, we can escape to warmer climates and celebrate our 40 yrs. together again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/SKEBtk0BtqI/AAAAAAAAAUY/tx4DFKVJ_Ew/s1600-h/Earl+posing+%40+the+Buoy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/SKEBtk0BtqI/AAAAAAAAAUY/tx4DFKVJ_Ew/s200/Earl+posing+%40+the+Buoy.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233466124468860578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/SKECka7-neI/AAAAAAAAAUo/_5JzMOaclg8/s1600-h/View+of+harbor.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/SKECka7-neI/AAAAAAAAAUo/_5JzMOaclg8/s200/View+of+harbor.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233467066710662626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That night we had reservations at the Barkers Island Inn, and then walked around the marina. I even had Maryland crab cakes, which were delicious, and tasted just like home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/SKEDh-sADhI/AAAAAAAAAUw/5CGvthKojXY/s1600-h/Sunset+%40the+Marina.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/SKEDh-sADhI/AAAAAAAAAUw/5CGvthKojXY/s320/Sunset+%40the+Marina.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233468124279344658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/SKED0Tn2alI/AAAAAAAAAU4/mBfFCsuIhUs/s1600-h/Another+view+of+Sunset-marina.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/SKED0Tn2alI/AAAAAAAAAU4/mBfFCsuIhUs/s320/Another+view+of+Sunset-marina.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233468439136725586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4328240677701317019-3622120455505072773?l=howcanistopsinging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howcanistopsinging.blogspot.com/feeds/3622120455505072773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4328240677701317019&amp;postID=3622120455505072773' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328240677701317019/posts/default/3622120455505072773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328240677701317019/posts/default/3622120455505072773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howcanistopsinging.blogspot.com/2008/08/our-anniversary.html' title='Our Anniversary'/><author><name>My Lifesong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07293266108659422044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/SKD2R3ov9JI/AAAAAAAAATY/SL2QcY-99gM/s72-c/Rose+with+eyes+open.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4328240677701317019.post-2254446238318964785</id><published>2008-08-10T21:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T19:06:26.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More Summer!</title><content type='html'>With only a week left before we headed back home, I wanted to spend a little time seeing my sisters, and brothers.  So each day we went touring, first to Barb's, with the intention to go to Gettysburg, but it was so hot, and when Barb invited us to stay @ her home and hang out, we did.  then Monday, while Julie took the baby in for a check-up, we decided to visit Gettysburg, and also do some shopping.  Of course, I had to get the baby something, and also catch up on birthday presents.  Then, Tuesday, we went to see Sandie, and swam in her pool.  It felt refreshing, and enjoyed our visit to her home, as she plans her new kitchen.  We then all left to meet brothers Dennis,  Mark, and sis, Barb, along with Sandie and Jim, in Eldersburg, our favorite meeting place when we're in town, to have dinner together.  We had a great, relaxing night together.  My brother, Jim, couldn't meet that night, so he  invited us to his place the next night.  So down to Ellicott City we went, and saw their beautiful kitchen re-model, and had a great dinner with Linda, Jim, Mark, and Mary.  Plenty of food!  Another wonderful gathering.&lt;br /&gt;Now I was feeling guilty for all the nights away from our daughter, though I tried to help her out during the day, so we decided to stay one more day, and be with the family our last night.  We knew Analese and Mara would have a hard time seeing us leave.  So we asked her if she wanted to say good-bye when she went to sleep, or we could wait til she woke up, and say good-bye then.  She wanted us to wait til she woke up to say good-bye, so we waited, and waited....the girl, who always woke up every morning by 7:00am, slept in that day.  I guess she really didn't want to say goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;Remember, Analese, our special time together every morning on the deck.  Our silly talk, our observations of birds, deer, and all the things that were happening as the day awakened, drinking milk, and coffee together.  So special to us, too.  I hope mom or dad can spend some&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/SJ_Db5J99yI/AAAAAAAAATI/otq1S4H7dPQ/s1600-h/Bernhardt+sister+love.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/SJ_Db5J99yI/AAAAAAAAATI/otq1S4H7dPQ/s200/Bernhardt+sister+love.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233116175994320674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; time like that with you, too, but if not, remember us and smile.  happy 4th birthday, our little princess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4328240677701317019-2254446238318964785?l=howcanistopsinging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howcanistopsinging.blogspot.com/feeds/2254446238318964785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4328240677701317019&amp;postID=2254446238318964785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328240677701317019/posts/default/2254446238318964785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328240677701317019/posts/default/2254446238318964785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howcanistopsinging.blogspot.com/2008/08/more-summer.html' title='More Summer!'/><author><name>My Lifesong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07293266108659422044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/SJ_Db5J99yI/AAAAAAAAATI/otq1S4H7dPQ/s72-c/Bernhardt+sister+love.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4328240677701317019.post-2199253798699610523</id><published>2008-08-10T20:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T21:10:50.024-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer, cont.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/SJ-1kFshA1I/AAAAAAAAASg/2sh1ykBsswU/s1600-h/Sisters+together%40Olive+Garden.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/SJ-1kFshA1I/AAAAAAAAASg/2sh1ykBsswU/s200/Sisters+together%40Olive+Garden.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233100923636613970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I met up with my sisters on Monday as we still were waiting for baby Bernhardt to arrive.  They agreed to come to Westminister so I wouldn't be too far away from Julie.  So we met @ Olive Garden,  and had great time, catching up on each other.  This was the only time I saw Ellen, as she was leaving for North Carolina to care for her granddaughter, Avenelle, while Kaylyn was going on a trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After her Dr's visit on Wednesday, Julie was told to pack her bags, and get to the hospital.  His plan was to break her bag of water, and get labor started.  Julie's plan was to get her bags packed, and prepare for the hospital, but maybe wait for contractions to start.  So we waited, and waited, she walked, and walked, and nothing happened.  So we all stayed home.  The next day, after another walk, and talk with hubby, Greg, she decided it was time to go to the hospital.  She was having some contractions starting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/SJ-5FJcJ3HI/AAAAAAAAASo/ipPGfTNavzo/s1600-h/Rose+Hollin+Bernhardt.JPG"&gt;Rose Hollin Bernhardt  made her entrance  @ 1243 am Friday, July 18th @ 7lbs, 14ozs, making her presence known to all.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/SJ-5FJcJ3HI/AAAAAAAAASo/ipPGfTNavzo/s1600-h/Rose+Hollin+Bernhardt.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/SJ-5FJcJ3HI/AAAAAAAAASo/ipPGfTNavzo/s200/Rose+Hollin+Bernhardt.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233104790112296050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julie and Greg were blessed with a healthy baby girl#3.  Just like her mother!  She did a beautiful job getting her here.  I feel blessed to be a part of her life beginning.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/SJ-7fAXI8oI/AAAAAAAAAS4/27W8Ui6KRSY/s1600-h/Rose+meeting+sisters.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/SJ-7fAXI8oI/AAAAAAAAAS4/27W8Ui6KRSY/s200/Rose+meeting+sisters.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233107433375199874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/SJ-7H0mLbqI/AAAAAAAAASw/q10WX6eG31A/s1600-h/Rose+meets+Mom+%26+Dad.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/SJ-7H0mLbqI/AAAAAAAAASw/q10WX6eG31A/s200/Rose+meets+Mom+%26+Dad.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233107035080060578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Welcome baby Rose to the family!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4328240677701317019-2199253798699610523?l=howcanistopsinging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howcanistopsinging.blogspot.com/feeds/2199253798699610523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4328240677701317019&amp;postID=2199253798699610523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328240677701317019/posts/default/2199253798699610523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328240677701317019/posts/default/2199253798699610523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howcanistopsinging.blogspot.com/2008/08/summer-cont.html' title='Summer, cont.'/><author><name>My Lifesong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07293266108659422044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/SJ-1kFshA1I/AAAAAAAAASg/2sh1ykBsswU/s72-c/Sisters+together%40Olive+Garden.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4328240677701317019.post-1129124488479031771</id><published>2008-08-10T19:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T20:40:41.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Events</title><content type='html'>Yes, it's been a long time since I blogged.  My summer has  been a traveling one.  After getting jipped out of double pay by a mandatory on call for the 4th of July, I started getting ready for our trip out east to Maryland.  Daughter Julie was getting ready to have baby #3, walking around @ 4-5 cm.  I thought for sure, I was going to miss this little one birth, as I luckily made it for the other t&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/SJ-p0IBJa8I/AAAAAAAAARw/2Du7Zvl9BC8/s1600-h/images-map,east+coast.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/SJ-p0IBJa8I/AAAAAAAAARw/2Du7Zvl9BC8/s320/images-map,east+coast.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233088004998392770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;wo.                 &lt;br /&gt;So, on July 11, hubby and I headed out East, leaving @ 3:30 am, driving til 6 pm the first day, and stayed overnight in Toledo.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/SJ-s29vRLwI/AAAAAAAAAR4/QQ6mmkJu3nI/s1600-h/images-travel+cooler.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/SJ-s29vRLwI/AAAAAAAAAR4/QQ6mmkJu3nI/s320/images-travel+cooler.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233091352313540354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had packed sandwiches, fruit, snacks, and drinks in two coolers, and ate @ rest stops on the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then left not as early the next day, and arrived in Maryland by 4:30pm.  Julie was still pregnant, with no signs of labor imminent.  The granddaughters were excited to see us, though they were both shy @ first, but it didn't take long for them to warm u&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/SJ-vpCtH5-I/AAAAAAAAASI/3fp-H8l9ohE/s1600-h/Girls+in+pool.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/SJ-vpCtH5-I/AAAAAAAAASI/3fp-H8l9ohE/s200/Girls+in+pool.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233094411663435746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;p to us.      &lt;br /&gt;We both enjoyed playing, and getting to know Analese and Mara&lt;br /&gt;They swam in the hot 90 degree weather,&lt;br /&gt;I helped them "dress-up", and put music on, and joined in their dancing, acting silly, and laughing, and &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/SJ-vWwjzfsI/AAAAAAAAASA/RBEHQR2ry8o/s1600-h/Dressing+up.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/SJ-vWwjzfsI/AAAAAAAAASA/RBEHQR2ry8o/s200/Dressing+up.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233094097554865858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;clapping, and being reminded what it's like to be a free spirit without cares and concerns.  Enjoying the moments we have been given.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/SJ-wFvMCWwI/AAAAAAAAASQ/qIfq-I-J344/s1600-h/Mara+hanging+on+bars.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/SJ-wFvMCWwI/AAAAAAAAASQ/qIfq-I-J344/s200/Mara+hanging+on+bars.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233094904640592642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We went to Chris&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/SJ-xWjRIehI/AAAAAAAAASY/iR_TNM6IiyI/s1600-h/Analese,+Mara+playing+on+slide.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/SJ-xWjRIehI/AAAAAAAAASY/iR_TNM6IiyI/s200/Analese,+Mara+playing+on+slide.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233096293010143762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;tmas Tree park, while waiting for mama to go&lt;br /&gt;into labor.  It is a beautiful shady park full of play areas, where they went on swings, slides, climbing bars, tunnels, and sandboxes.  Running carefree as little spirits do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Jeranne/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Jeranne/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4328240677701317019-1129124488479031771?l=howcanistopsinging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howcanistopsinging.blogspot.com/feeds/1129124488479031771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4328240677701317019&amp;postID=1129124488479031771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328240677701317019/posts/default/1129124488479031771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328240677701317019/posts/default/1129124488479031771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howcanistopsinging.blogspot.com/2008/08/summer-events.html' title='Summer Events'/><author><name>My Lifesong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07293266108659422044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/SJ-p0IBJa8I/AAAAAAAAARw/2Du7Zvl9BC8/s72-c/images-map,east+coast.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4328240677701317019.post-4571662261983347168</id><published>2008-07-06T19:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T21:54:34.838-08:00</updated><title type='text'>4th of July</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/SHGJhH1_tbI/AAAAAAAAAQs/5R1oafwKfGY/s1600-h/Uncle+Sam.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/SHGJhH1_tbI/AAAAAAAAAQs/5R1oafwKfGY/s320/Uncle+Sam.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220104645233325490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm finally feeling energized, and have more pep!  After my 2nd session @ cardiac rehab, where I was told to slow down, and keep my pulse not more than 120, I was on a roll @ home, getting a lot more done than I felt like doing in the past.  Even this respiratory junk is subsiding.&lt;br /&gt;I was suppose to work Thurs., and Friday, the 4th, but because it was slowwww, I got 2 mandatory on calls, which was great on one hand, and sucky on the other hand.  Great to enjoy the wonderful weather, go to the parade in Spicer, camp out with Alaina, and Jonnie.  On the other hand, it will be a sucky paycheck, esp. right before vacation.&lt;br /&gt;So I have enjoyed the time off, working on the pool, the garden, the house, planning what we need to do before vacation, talking with Julie, who is going to have her baby before we get there, I'm sure, and making smar&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/SHGJ792qFNI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/qWtsBLJ3X7M/s1600-h/Dad,+Sawyer,+Jon,+Alaina+enjoying+parade.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/SHGJ792qFNI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/qWtsBLJ3X7M/s320/Dad,+Sawyer,+Jon,+Alaina+enjoying+parade.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220105106408215762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ter choices with food intake, and exercising.&lt;br /&gt;We enjoyed having Alaina and Jonnie spend the night Thursday, in the camper.  I made popcorn, and we all watched "Beethoven 2".  They slept on one side, Dad and I on the other, and even Mac and Mahlee joined the group.  We met Lorrie the next morning in Spicer and all watched the parade.  It was a perfect day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sawyer didn't like the loud noises from the fire trucks, and bands!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/SHGSCfcftpI/AAAAAAAAARM/UPXmOrGR-xY/s1600-h/Too+noisy,+Mommy%21.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/SHGSCfcftpI/AAAAAAAAARM/UPXmOrGR-xY/s320/Too+noisy,+Mommy%21.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220114014597527186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                Jonnie collected all the candy for the rest of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/SHGSlySFLAI/AAAAAAAAARU/pVIyxIh5nts/s1600-h/Jonnie+collecting+candy+in+yellow+hat.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/SHGSlySFLAI/AAAAAAAAARU/pVIyxIh5nts/s320/Jonnie+collecting+candy+in+yellow+hat.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220114620949539842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4328240677701317019-4571662261983347168?l=howcanistopsinging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howcanistopsinging.blogspot.com/feeds/4571662261983347168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4328240677701317019&amp;postID=4571662261983347168' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328240677701317019/posts/default/4571662261983347168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328240677701317019/posts/default/4571662261983347168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howcanistopsinging.blogspot.com/2008/07/4th-of-july.html' title='4th of July'/><author><name>My Lifesong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07293266108659422044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/SHGJhH1_tbI/AAAAAAAAAQs/5R1oafwKfGY/s72-c/Uncle+Sam.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4328240677701317019.post-2671073027457211565</id><published>2008-07-01T20:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T20:59:28.267-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's New?</title><content type='html'>It's been 2 weeks since my procedure, and I am blessed with many cards, and phone calls inquiring about my health, and well being.  I am determined to change my food habits, and increase my exercise to prevent this from happening again.  I went back to work on Tuesday, the 24th, still stuffed up, and coughing non-stop.  The next day, I saw my regular Dr. for a follow-up visit, and she put me on Zithomax for 3 days to help clear my head.  It may have helped some, but until today, I was still coughing, and blowing my nose.  (Like everyone wants to read that).  She did show me my test results from the nuclear scan, where they took pictures of my blood flow to the heart, and they stated everything looked normal.  Glad my doctor took exception to that when I was doing the stress test, and scheduled me to see the cardiologist.  She wonders if I may have to have the angiocath again to determine the status of my blood vessels.  I sure hope there is another way to visulize them without having to have that done each time. &lt;br /&gt;I'm watching Lorrie's children 2 days a week.  Last week, we went to the 2 playgrounds in town.  Sawyer cracks me up, watching him trying to do everything Jonnie, and Alaina does.  No fear in that child.  (except for the dogs...no,no Mac, no, no Mahlee!) This week, we invited Alaina and Jonnie to spend the night on Thursday.  They want to sleep in the camper.  Grandpa says he'll sleep with them.  I worked Friday and Saturday @ the hospital, but luckily got an on call Sunday, so I could go with Dad to Alaina and Sawyer's birthday party.  It was a beautiful day, sunny, and a little windy, but that didn't stop the cousins from jumping in the cold swimming pool water.  I glad Dad and I came as we were the representatives of the LeBon family.  (I know you were there in spirit, Dittey).&lt;br /&gt;I started cardiac rehab on Monday.  Mostly, I sat and listened to what the program is about, how they'll monitor my exercise, and have me consult with a dietician.  I did get to walk on the treadmill for 6 mins.  while they checked my blood pressure before and after, and check how I was feeling.  I'll be going Mon, Wed, and Fridays, for possibly 12 weeks, depending how I do.&lt;br /&gt;And finally, this week, I found my dress for the wedding.  It was in sage green, my size, and way reduced in price.  It was meant for me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4328240677701317019-2671073027457211565?l=howcanistopsinging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howcanistopsinging.blogspot.com/feeds/2671073027457211565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4328240677701317019&amp;postID=2671073027457211565' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328240677701317019/posts/default/2671073027457211565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328240677701317019/posts/default/2671073027457211565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howcanistopsinging.blogspot.com/2008/07/whats-new.html' title='What&apos;s New?'/><author><name>My Lifesong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07293266108659422044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4328240677701317019.post-8698381299982107827</id><published>2008-06-22T20:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T21:54:35.063-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heart to Heart</title><content type='html'>An unforgettable birthday!  I must admit I really wasn't prepared for what I experienced that day.  I told myself that everything was fine, and the cardiologist wasn't going to find anything wrong with my arteries as he threaded a catheter from my groin to the heart.  It was only heartburn, right? WRONG! What did he mean?  90% blockage, and he put a stent in!  This was serious, I told myself, and in a way, hard  for me to comprehend.  I didn't think it was that big a deal to have heartburn now and then, though the pain radiating to my jaw was a little discerning.  I must also admit that thoughts of my life ending sooner than I had envisioned became more of a possibility.  Well, those thoughts did cross my mind as I laid still in a hospital bed for almost 12 hrs. waiting for my clotting factors to be low enough to reassure the nurses I wouldn't bleed from the site.&lt;br /&gt;Of course, I didn't bring anything but my contact case, to spend the night in the hospital...no brush, no toothbrush, or toothpaste, no change of clothes.  And then, I fou&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/SF8ZuKTMo_I/AAAAAAAAAQU/nnvsqvcXlKs/s1600-h/images-interior_heart_anatomy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/SF8ZuKTMo_I/AAAAAAAAAQU/nnvsqvcXlKs/s320/images-interior_heart_anatomy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214915174347875314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;nd out there are two other areas below the blockage that are forming plaque, and will have to be watched.&lt;br /&gt;The blockage was in the upper part of the left coronary artery.&lt;br /&gt;So it was home, to recover and take it easy for a few days.  But the next day, I started having body aches, and chills, and increased pressure in my sinuses.  Friday, I was determined to get out of the house for a little while, so Earl and I went grocery shopping.  That's about as long as I could take being out, as I felt awful with body aches.  Saturday, I ran a fever, and was all wrapped up in a blanket all day.  By Sunday, I started feeling a little better, and as the day went by, I was baking cookies(low fat oatmeal-choc. chip), and went for a walk with Earl and the dogs.  I've been reading a book about heart healthy living, and looking at recipes for both of us to follow.  I've actually lost 3 lbs. since Tuesday.  So begins my new life!&lt;br /&gt;And my family...what a blessing to have a family that cares...thanks for all the phone calls.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4328240677701317019-8698381299982107827?l=howcanistopsinging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howcanistopsinging.blogspot.com/feeds/8698381299982107827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4328240677701317019&amp;postID=8698381299982107827' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328240677701317019/posts/default/8698381299982107827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328240677701317019/posts/default/8698381299982107827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howcanistopsinging.blogspot.com/2008/06/heart-to-heart.html' title='Heart to Heart'/><author><name>My Lifesong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07293266108659422044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/SF8ZuKTMo_I/AAAAAAAAAQU/nnvsqvcXlKs/s72-c/images-interior_heart_anatomy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4328240677701317019.post-4920040291639941414</id><published>2008-06-12T17:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T21:54:35.653-08:00</updated><title type='text'>June Bugs, continued</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/SFHA5TC4_iI/AAAAAAAAAP8/UnH12dIaX0s/s1600-h/Raquel%27s+sign.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/SFHA5TC4_iI/AAAAAAAAAP8/UnH12dIaX0s/s200/Raquel%27s+sign.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211158334441848354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/SFG_wLvaSBI/AAAAAAAAAP0/_uWyzCZJ8ls/s1600-h/Raquel+in+cap%26gown.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/SFG_wLvaSBI/AAAAAAAAAP0/_uWyzCZJ8ls/s200/Raquel+in+cap%26gown.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211157078350645266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was a nice ceremony, not too long, for having over 300 grads, and Raquel was beaming!  She is such a neat, wonderful young lady, with the most beautiful smile, and loving person.  She will attend St. Cloud University, maybe pursuing  a nursing degree.&lt;br /&gt;Friday, after making some food for the graduation party, I, also, made food for a potluck for the gathering of Chris and Chuck's friends at their neighbor's house, the Gundersons.  It was a happy, sad affair!  And it was hard on Chris, to say good-bye, as they move on to Colorado to start a new adventure, new job, new way of life.  They gave them a beautiful framed saying about forever friends, and a photo of almost all of their friends as a me&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/SFHC-HyXM3I/AAAAAAAAAQE/Sy81LCrcovM/s1600-h/LeBon+Family+Gals.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/SFHC-HyXM3I/AAAAAAAAAQE/Sy81LCrcovM/s200/LeBon+Family+Gals.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211160616342336370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;mento.&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, we headed to Elk River to celebrate Raquel's graduation.  It turned out to be a beautiful day, 80 degrees.&lt;br /&gt;What a great family we have.  There is such love and caring for each other.  We even were good sports and played volleyball, tho all were not in the best shape for it, and injuries occurred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was also Aidan's birthday, and we brought his gift with us, too.  Happy 7th Anniversary, Danielle and Shawn.&lt;br /&gt;Monday was spent helping the Johnsons get packed up, and loading the truck with all their belongings.   I said my goodbyes, and vowed i wouldn't cry, but, gosh, it was hard to hold back the tears on my way to work.   The next day, I went to Lorrie's and took care of her little munchkins.  As i left her house @ 4:00pm, I thought about them on their way to Omaha, the first night's destination.  I found out later that they didn't leave til 7:30 pm, and made it to Sioux City the first night. I think God was watching over them, as the next night, tornados, and severe storms hit Iowa, after they had headed west.  They arrived Tuesday night.&lt;br /&gt;So, Wednesday came, and I had my testing done, after trying three times to start an IV in my hand.  They injected radioactive dye, and took pictures of the bloodflow in my heart, resting and after exercise.   Also, I got my heartrate up by walking on a treadmill, and having it recorded.  My doctor was there, and then showed me my tracing, and said it showed some abnormalities.  During the activity phase, my heart showed signs of stress, poss. decreased oxygenation.  She wanted me to see a cardiologist.  Before I could think too much about it, I was handed an appointment card with a time to see the Doctor the next day.&lt;br /&gt;Thursday morning, I greeted the little munchkins @ my house, and fed them breakfast.  Then, Earl went with me, as Grandma Karen watched the kiddos, and we talked with the cardiologist.  He suggested strongly that I have an angiogram as soon as possible.  So, now I am spending my birthday, going to St Cloud for this catherization, and if there is a narrowing or blockage seen, he will put in a stent, and I'll have to stay overnight.  I'm having a hard time dealing with all this at once, as I wonder to myself, is this serious or just precautionary.  What a family history of heart disease....my mom, dad, her mom, and dad, her sister-Lorraine, my brother.  I guess it was bound to affect me, too.  Trust in the Lord, in all you do.  I'll give Him all my worries, and trust in His care of me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4328240677701317019-4920040291639941414?l=howcanistopsinging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howcanistopsinging.blogspot.com/feeds/4920040291639941414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4328240677701317019&amp;postID=4920040291639941414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328240677701317019/posts/default/4920040291639941414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328240677701317019/posts/default/4920040291639941414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howcanistopsinging.blogspot.com/2008/06/june-bugs-continued.html' title='June Bugs, continued'/><author><name>My Lifesong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07293266108659422044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/SFHA5TC4_iI/AAAAAAAAAP8/UnH12dIaX0s/s72-c/Raquel%27s+sign.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4328240677701317019.post-1090548521035787704</id><published>2008-06-12T16:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T21:54:35.958-08:00</updated><title type='text'>May Days &amp; June Bugs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/SFG4s6FhEgI/AAAAAAAAAPk/92KU20YJ6QM/s1600-h/HPIM1022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/SFG4s6FhEgI/AAAAAAAAAPk/92KU20YJ6QM/s200/HPIM1022.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211149325490524674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/SFG17FeoRfI/AAAAAAAAAPc/ro7tTB5PRNg/s1600-h/HPIM1023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/SFG17FeoRfI/AAAAAAAAAPc/ro7tTB5PRNg/s200/HPIM1023.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211146270531929586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A month ago.....where did it go...Mother's Day, Tanner &amp;amp; Sharyn's birthdays, last of school, Memorial Day.&lt;br /&gt;Here is how I celebrated Mother's Day with 2 of my daughters...we gathered @ Chris's and ate dessert!  Cheesecake, chocolate covered strawberries, flavored coffee.  What could be better!  And phone calls from my other children.&lt;br /&gt;We took Tanner out for breakfast after his birthday, and then let him pick out something he wanted for a present from us.  Dad sent Sharyn a bouquet of lilies for her birthday.  We bought flowers, and planted, and weeded, and plowed a garden.  Besides work, we attended meetings we are a part of from Church.  We attended Matt Onnen's graduation party from HS.  My, how he's grown up.  And lastly, we went to a Memorial service @ St. Pat's cemetery, and prayed, and honored our veterans who serviced our country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/SFG7v7nh8gI/AAAAAAAAAPs/ckWH5EEUCyg/s1600-h/images-Doctor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/SFG7v7nh8gI/AAAAAAAAAPs/ckWH5EEUCyg/s200/images-Doctor.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211152675976114690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;June started with my annual physical, and mammogram.  Fun, right?  Besides changing my presciption from Vytorin to Zocor, it was uneventful, until I mentioned having occas. heartburn radiating to my jaw.  So just to be thorough, she decided to schedule me for a Cariolite stress test, or nuclear scan of my heart to see blood flow @ rest and with exercise.  They sceduled it on Wednesday, June 11th.   Meanwhile, my sister, Sandie, finally had a hip replacement done after having a great once over health check-up.  She came thru it with flying colors and is recuperating at home, while doing rehab.  I found a new book by my sister, Barb's favorite author, and sent it to her for her birthday.  She was surprised!  Thursday, June 5th, we drove to Rogers to attend our oldest granddaughter, Raquel's HS Graduation.  They were calling for severe storms, and luckily, we only had light to moderate showers to and from there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4328240677701317019-1090548521035787704?l=howcanistopsinging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howcanistopsinging.blogspot.com/feeds/1090548521035787704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4328240677701317019&amp;postID=1090548521035787704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328240677701317019/posts/default/1090548521035787704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328240677701317019/posts/default/1090548521035787704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howcanistopsinging.blogspot.com/2008/06/may-days-june-bugs.html' title='May Days &amp; June Bugs'/><author><name>My Lifesong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07293266108659422044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/SFG4s6FhEgI/AAAAAAAAAPk/92KU20YJ6QM/s72-c/HPIM1022.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4328240677701317019.post-2797732526285707462</id><published>2008-05-05T17:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T21:54:36.738-08:00</updated><title type='text'>May:  green grass, tulips, warm weather</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;April ended with Lunch with Jonnie for Grandparents Day, and playing a game with him in his classroom.  Then, since Chris was leaving for Colorado, and Tanner had his choir concert, I decided to go listen to him sing, while Dad went to a meeting @ St. Mary's church.  He sang with his class, and also a small group of boys, but he was hidden behind taller kids, and I couldn't get a good picture of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/SB-rS0Y6zNI/AAAAAAAAAOs/ALSRjeRyBVI/s1600-h/Tanner%27s+concert.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/SB-rS0Y6zNI/AAAAAAAAAOs/ALSRjeRyBVI/s200/Tanner%27s+concert.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197060834797997266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;him.  This is the best I could do:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;I really enjoyed his concert of 5th and 6th graders, esp. the history of rock and roll tunes.  We did meet up afterwards, and also, met up with Dad, who got to talk with Tanner, too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Then, it was working all weekend @ the hospital, escorting a couple who lost their full-term baby home, after she ruptured her uterus, and the baby lost too much blood.  Tragedy can happen in an instant.  Caring for two premie babies, who are learning how to eat to gain weight, and trying to give  encouragement to the parents. So by Tuesday, I was ready for a day off.  I've been working on a quilt for Raquel, and slowly am making some progress.  Also, Dad and I are looking at flooring for the porch, so we can get that done.  Wednesday, we looked at Home Depot, and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/SB-1CEY6zOI/AAAAAAAAAO0/darldnh5gGA/s1600-h/images-illness.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/SB-1CEY6zOI/AAAAAAAAAO0/darldnh5gGA/s200/images-illness.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197071542151466210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt; found the flooring we both agree on.  Now, do we go light or dark?   Back to work Thursday and Friday, except I got sick Thursday night, and couldn't wait to get home, and go to bed.  Called in sick Friday...head clogged, body aches, fever, intestinal cramps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Missed Allison's grand march for prom, but got to see photos of her gown-just beautiful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Saturday was another day...and a better one for me.  No more aches, less cramping, so we went to the Civic Center for the garage sales.  Both got some good sales, then we got groceries, and I had enough of shopping, and couldn't wait to get home.  Sunday, I was the song leader, and begged everyone to sing out, as my voice was not my best, and there were 7 young people making their first Communion.  All went well, praise God!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Since it was a be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/SB-4bkY6zPI/AAAAAAAAAO8/MI7bl6aNOXk/s1600-h/Mac%26Mahlee+in+kennel+in+car.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/SB-4bkY6zPI/AAAAAAAAAO8/MI7bl6aNOXk/s200/Mac%26Mahlee+in+kennel+in+car.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197075278773013746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;autiful day, we decided to take the dogs to the trail, and walk.  We put them in the kennel together in the car.  They both liked it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/SB-52kY6zRI/AAAAAAAAAPM/6bdlKXy3m3w/s1600-h/Dogs+ready+for+walk+on+trail.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/SB-52kY6zRI/AAAAAAAAAPM/6bdlKXy3m3w/s200/Dogs+ready+for+walk+on+trail.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197076842141109522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/SB-6oUY6zSI/AAAAAAAAAPU/jgzhe7mae_w/s1600-h/Dogs+drinking+water+after+walk.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/SB-6oUY6zSI/AAAAAAAAAPU/jgzhe7mae_w/s200/Dogs+drinking+water+after+walk.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197077696839601442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;  We went for a three mile walk...I felt good, Dad's legs ached, and the dogs.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;they were thirsty.  We then got Subway subs, and relaxed @ home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Today, was another great day....I even got an on call for days.  We even went for another walk with the dogs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4328240677701317019-2797732526285707462?l=howcanistopsinging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howcanistopsinging.blogspot.com/feeds/2797732526285707462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4328240677701317019&amp;postID=2797732526285707462' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328240677701317019/posts/default/2797732526285707462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328240677701317019/posts/default/2797732526285707462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howcanistopsinging.blogspot.com/2008/05/may-green-grass-tulips-warm-weather.html' title='May:  green grass, tulips, warm weather'/><author><name>My Lifesong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07293266108659422044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/SB-rS0Y6zNI/AAAAAAAAAOs/ALSRjeRyBVI/s72-c/Tanner%27s+concert.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4328240677701317019.post-1565278658414478402</id><published>2008-04-23T07:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T21:54:37.375-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Springtime, at least for Today</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/SA9KIUY6zJI/AAAAAAAAAOM/4u-2AHl0WpE/s1600-h/images-rhubarb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/SA9KIUY6zJI/AAAAAAAAAOM/4u-2AHl0WpE/s320/images-rhubarb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192450402154106002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yes, it is true!  The rhubarb is coming up, and my tulip bulbs are growing leaves...now if the rabbits will leave them alone, I may have some spring flowers.  Saturday, I spent the day raking up the fenced in part of the yard, cleaning up the debris from the dogs, and sticks from the trees over the winter.  Then I raked along the south side of the house, and tackled the flower bed in the front.  Needless to say, I could hardly walk straight the next day, from bending over, picking up piles of leaves, using muscles I hadn't used for a while.  But it sure felt good to spruce up the yard.  Steve and Kory stopped over to borrow the truck.  They needed to pick up supplies for their bathroom that they are re-doing.  Earl decided to wash the car,and theirs, and power wash the driveway.  What a gorgeous sunny day! Hurrah!  Then, Sunday, despite the aches and pains, we took an hour long walk with the dogs down to the park, and let them run around the ball field.  They could hardly make it home.  Monday, we went to a parish meeting, to discuss what the future is going to be for our churches, and Area faith community, in five years, when we may only have 1-2 priests for the four area churches, and what we felt was important ministries for everyone.  Tuesday, I went to a baby shower for Katie, and her baby boy, who works with me.  I presented the quilt we made her, plus a tote bag and outfit I made.  Some of the younger nurses brought their little ones, also.  As a friend reminded me, it didn't seem that long ago when I was in their shoes, toting around a bunch of little ones.  Now, they remind me of my daughters, and their children, and I feel contented where I am at life right now, and can just be an observer, and a holder of babies.  Later that night, we went to Alaina's orchestra concert, and listened to her play her cello.  She was right up front, but wouldn't look at us much.  She really was glad we were there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/SA9RDUY6zKI/AAAAAAAAAOU/1dLNTI4DuWM/s1600-h/Alaina,+before+concert.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 231px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/SA9RDUY6zKI/AAAAAAAAAOU/1dLNTI4DuWM/s320/Alaina,+before+concert.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192458012836154530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;    Meanwhile, Jonnie and Grandpa were having a discussion about his jobs as a policeman, and firefighter.  It was so great to see them talking together so intently.  And Sawyer sat next to Mom, ate gummybear snacks, and lasted thru the 5th graders, and wanted to leave.   We gave Alaina a plant of multicolored chrysanthemums to plant outside in her garden, and hopefully, they'll continue to come up for years to come.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/SA9SmUY6zMI/AAAAAAAAAOk/rcoHHk3xIaM/s1600-h/Sawyer,watching+concert.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/SA9SmUY6zMI/AAAAAAAAAOk/rcoHHk3xIaM/s200/Sawyer,watching+concert.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192459713643203778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/SA9RokY6zLI/AAAAAAAAAOc/9HpSSPkvM7M/s1600-h/Jonnie,+conversing+with+Grandpa.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/SA9RokY6zLI/AAAAAAAAAOc/9HpSSPkvM7M/s320/Jonnie,+conversing+with+Grandpa.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192458652786281650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4328240677701317019-1565278658414478402?l=howcanistopsinging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howcanistopsinging.blogspot.com/feeds/1565278658414478402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4328240677701317019&amp;postID=1565278658414478402' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328240677701317019/posts/default/1565278658414478402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328240677701317019/posts/default/1565278658414478402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howcanistopsinging.blogspot.com/2008/04/springtime-at-least-for-today.html' title='Springtime, at least for Today'/><author><name>My Lifesong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07293266108659422044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/SA9KIUY6zJI/AAAAAAAAAOM/4u-2AHl0WpE/s72-c/images-rhubarb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4328240677701317019.post-4402625674617965057</id><published>2008-04-13T07:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T21:54:37.679-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflections'/><title type='text'>Will IT EVER End?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/SAIbQ8v-3dI/AAAAAAAAANs/uj1MUgPnE7A/s1600-h/Snow+in+April.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/SAIbQ8v-3dI/AAAAAAAAANs/uj1MUgPnE7A/s200/Snow+in+April.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188739698683469266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When is it going to be Spring around here!  That's the question I wonder as I watched the snow falling, and the wind whipping around on Friday, and Saturday.  Just the day before, the ground was bare, the grass beginning to turn green, and the robins chirping away.  But all that changed in an instant.  Isn't that how life is?  We are surrounded by change all the time.  Maybe God wants us to take a break, and reflect on that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/SAKclcv-3eI/AAAAAAAAAN0/lmOH2OaTvQQ/s1600-h/Birds+%40+the+feeder.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/SAKclcv-3eI/AAAAAAAAAN0/lmOH2OaTvQQ/s200/Birds+%40+the+feeder.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188881887870770658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I watched as the birds scrambled to get food in this storm, and was glad I went out on Thursday, and filled the bird feeder with seeds and fruit.  Friday night, when I went to let the dogs in from the garage, they were running around the car, looking for something.  It turned out there were two robins up in the rafters, trying to get out of the storm.  I left the back door open so they could fly out when they wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a bright spot, tho, as I was reading the newspaper Thursday morn.  I spotted an article about how ARC had sold all these many dozens of roses for people with disabilities.  I remember someone had asked me if I would be interested in buying some roses from them for ARC back in March.  Somehow, we never connected, so as I was reading this article, it said there would be extra roses for sale @ Skylark Mall.  So feeling bad I hadn't gotten some, I called Earl and asked him to stop there after work and get some roses.  He brought home the most beautiful bouquet of rose of various colors.  There are still in full bloom today, and I smile when I see them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/SAKdy8v-3fI/AAAAAAAAAN8/kTxTsv9AEuU/s1600-h/Roses,+close-up.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/SAKdy8v-3fI/AAAAAAAAAN8/kTxTsv9AEuU/s200/Roses,+close-up.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188883219310632434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dad went to Marshall on Saturday, for his secular franciscan class, and I went shopping.  I got the material for Raquel's quilt.  I'll tell all of you what you can do to make it special for her later.  Then grocery shopping...the price of food increasing is making me sick! Along with gas!  But that didn't stop us from going to St. Cloud Sunday after hearing the Children's Choir @ St. Mary's, and eating out at Olive Garden, shopping @ Sam's Club, and going to Crafts Direct. &lt;br /&gt;Sunshine, and melting snow!  Now that's the way to end a great weekend!  Thanks be to God!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4328240677701317019-4402625674617965057?l=howcanistopsinging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howcanistopsinging.blogspot.com/feeds/4402625674617965057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4328240677701317019&amp;postID=4402625674617965057' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328240677701317019/posts/default/4402625674617965057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328240677701317019/posts/default/4402625674617965057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howcanistopsinging.blogspot.com/2008/04/will-it-ever-end.html' title='Will IT EVER End?'/><author><name>My Lifesong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07293266108659422044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/SAIbQ8v-3dI/AAAAAAAAANs/uj1MUgPnE7A/s72-c/Snow+in+April.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4328240677701317019.post-5642112625924279736</id><published>2008-04-02T09:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T21:54:37.893-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time Flies when You're living your life.</title><content type='html'>With the busyiness of preparing for Easter coming and going, I am feeling the joy of the Easter season.  After looking for a new vehicle for several weeks, we traded our 2000 buick with 144,00 mi. for a 2005 GMC Envoy.  What amazed me was how easy it was to get a great rate, and within our pre-conceived payments.  It's been a struggle for us the last few years, and our diligence to improve our credit has paid off.  This SUV has so many nice features that Earl and I are still trying to figure out.  We finally got to travel in it together to Marshall on Sunday, and enjoy the comfortable ride.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/R_PENpCUlxI/AAAAAAAAANc/4cpiSIzvxh4/s1600-h/Mac+with+haircut.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/R_PENpCUlxI/AAAAAAAAANc/4cpiSIzvxh4/s200/Mac+with+haircut.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184703334666508050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mac also got into the Easter finery with a desperately needed haircut.  Isn't he cute!&lt;br /&gt;After working the beginning of the week, I've been able to have a week off, and catch up on things.  Thursday, Earl and I went to Mass before our Social Concerns meeting.  We were running late, and I was perturbed that we would miss half of the Mass before we got there, and Earl has been obsessed with keeping the gas mileage the best we can get, and going 55 mi/hr and no more.  But as I've come to learn, things don't always work out the way we think it will.  Our priest was very late, and hadn't started Mass when we arrived, so no problem there.  Our meeting went well.  Friday, I met earl after my dentist appt. where I lucked out again, and got an appt. right away due to a cancellation, because I lost part of my back molar to decay.  He said I came in just in time to prevent a root canal.  I collected the last of the quilt squares from my co-workers to make a baby quilt for a colleague, and went to Mass @ St. Mary's.  Earl then took off to the county jail to give communion to the inmates.  He had 10 inmates to give out communion and say rosary with.  His voice was hoarse when he got home, from saying the rosary over and over again to different groups.  Then, saturday, we called Steve and Kory, and invited them to lunch @ Grizzley's.  Afterwards, we explored the Home Depot, and Menard's dreaming of what we'd like to do with the kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;Oh I didn't tell you that we, along with Steve and Kory, booked rooms @ the Marina in Superior for August for the Maritime Festival, and see the Pride of Baltimore that is coming there then.&lt;br /&gt;Danielle offered her place to stay,as rooms were filling up fast, or costing a fortune, but as it is our anniversary that weekend, we opted for hotel rooms.&lt;br /&gt;Then Sunday, we helped with Dad's Belgian Waffles @ the Kandiyohi community center to raise funds for Habitat for Humanity.  This was a joint effort of the area churches-Tripolis Lutheran, Ebenezer Lutheran, Church of Christ, and St. Patrick's.  We supplied the coffee and creamer, sugar, and some workers.  We had a nice turnout, and enjoyed the joint venture.  Of course, St. Pat's never seem to have a great showing for these events, but we do what we can.  After that, I went home and typed up my minutes from my winter board meeting in bird island, thinking we needed them for our Spring Gathering in Olivia next week for CCW.  After typing three pages of minutes, and calling our President, she informed me that she didn't need those from the board meeting.  Uhhhg!  Oh well, they're done anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Then, I went with Earl to Marshall for a Mass at the Campus Ministry Center, where some people were becoming Secular Franciscans.  He has been interested in finding out more about this, and met with the leaders afterwards, and given a journal to read and study about this group.  He is thinking of becoming one of them, and it involves a three year study, and trips to Marshall once a month.  He wants me to join too.  I'm not sure what to do, and so am praying for guidance from the Holy Spirit as to what I should do.&lt;br /&gt;Monday til today,&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/R_PEtpCUlyI/AAAAAAAAANk/P8fmMB0K2zo/s1600-h/Katie%27s+baby+quilt.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/R_PEtpCUlyI/AAAAAAAAANk/P8fmMB0K2zo/s200/Katie%27s+baby+quilt.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184703884422321954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I've been working on the baby quilt, and trying to get it done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4328240677701317019-5642112625924279736?l=howcanistopsinging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howcanistopsinging.blogspot.com/feeds/5642112625924279736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4328240677701317019&amp;postID=5642112625924279736' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328240677701317019/posts/default/5642112625924279736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328240677701317019/posts/default/5642112625924279736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howcanistopsinging.blogspot.com/2008/04/time-flies-when-youre-living-your-life.html' title='Time Flies when You&apos;re living your life.'/><author><name>My Lifesong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07293266108659422044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/R_PENpCUlxI/AAAAAAAAANc/4cpiSIzvxh4/s72-c/Mac+with+haircut.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4328240677701317019.post-9092854066816104714</id><published>2008-03-09T17:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T21:54:38.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Faith, Hope, and Charity</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;A week ago, Thursday, we were invited to Mitchie school, and spent some wonderful time with him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;First, we enjoyed cake and ice cream with Mitch and his friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/R9SASr2F2rI/AAAAAAAAANE/r3aB_SehpiM/s1600-h/Mitch+showing+his+computer+skills+%40+school.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/R9SASr2F2rI/AAAAAAAAANE/r3aB_SehpiM/s200/Mitch+showing+his+computer+skills+%40+school.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175902930251143858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/R9R_YL2F2oI/AAAAAAAAAMs/m7Ex_3fyg4w/s1600-h/Mitch+with+friends.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/R9R_YL2F2oI/AAAAAAAAAMs/m7Ex_3fyg4w/s200/Mitch+with+friends.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175901925228796546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Then, Mitch picked out some books on poetry, and read them to us.  I was amazed at how well he reads.  He told us he likes poems, and we l&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;aughed at some of them he read us.  Then, we went into the computer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; room, and he showed us the math games he plays.  There are loads of educational games to choose from.  First grade is sure different from my days in it.  We really enjoyed our time with Mitchell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/R9SAB72F2qI/AAAAAAAAAM8/XQpG-U0g8uc/s1600-h/Mitch+reading+to+Grandpa.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/R9SAB72F2qI/AAAAAAAAAM8/XQpG-U0g8uc/s200/Mitch+reading+to+Grandpa.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175902642488335010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/R9R_uL2F2pI/AAAAAAAAAM0/ZZh0M67Ro-Q/s1600-h/Mitch+reading+to+Grandma.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/R9R_uL2F2pI/AAAAAAAAAM0/ZZh0M67Ro-Q/s200/Mitch+reading+to+Grandma.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175902303185918610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;Then, on Sunday, we joined Chris, and Lorrie, and Alaina, and Jonnie, watching Ashley in the play "Oklahoma".  It was a fun play with lots of music, singing, and dancing.  Ashley did a beautiful job playing "Ellen".   Everyone acted great!  I loved her costume.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/R9R-5L2F2nI/AAAAAAAAAMk/ut4EWn3r4GI/s1600-h/Ashley+as+Ellen+in+Oklahoma.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/R9R-5L2F2nI/AAAAAAAAAMk/ut4EWn3r4GI/s200/Ashley+as+Ellen+in+Oklahoma.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175901392652851826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Sunday night began our combined 4 churches, called Area Faith Community, mission.  It consisted of 5 nights of talks, followed by socials, led by two Redemptorist priests, Fr. John, and Fr. Jimmy.  A different subject was discussed each evening.  I was able to attend Sunday, Monday, and Thursday, as I worked Tuesday, and Wednesday.  Dad got to all of them.  Would you believe that there were 450-500 people there&lt;/span&gt; each eve., and on Wednesday, the youth were invited, and that topped, 850 people.  It was great to mingle with people from the different parishes, and unite as one church.  We both got a lot out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;The most important thing I got out of it, though, was how important it is to keep learning about the faith i profess to believe.  No matter how much education one gets growing up, it is a never ending process.  What one doesn't understand, must be pursued, to find the answers.  We will never completely understand God's ways, and must trust in him.  I know some  don't like rituals, and rules, but for me, by understanding why they are in place, what they represent, makes me feel part of our salvation history.  It is what Jesus taught the apostles, and what guides the Church and his people.  It brings me comfort, knowing if&lt;/span&gt; I follow his teachings, I will forever be with Him for eternity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;Then, on Saturday, I went with Earl, to help with Camp GK Bear.  It is a camp, esp. for children, who have suffered a loss of a loved one---mother, father, brother, sister, friend.  It's purpose is to let them express their feelings, and make memory boxes, and let balloons go in their loved one's memory.  I was reluctant to go, at first, not sure what was going to take place, if I was going to be any good at helping, etc.   But, one thing I kept hearing myself say was, I must die to one's self, and let the Holy Spirit guide me.  So the day began.  We each are assigned one child to be with as we do each activity, and sing.  I had a little boy who lost his brother, a stillborn.  It was such a wonderful day, I had such joy in my heart by the end to see each child express their feelings, and interact with each other.  I truly felt the holy spirit was in me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Today, our parish had their annual St. Patrick's Day Ham dinner, and Dad and I helped seat, and give them coffee.  After our shift, we were joined by Lorrie, and all the family, and had dinner together.  What a nice way to end this week!  Or begin the next.....Love to all my family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4328240677701317019-9092854066816104714?l=howcanistopsinging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howcanistopsinging.blogspot.com/feeds/9092854066816104714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4328240677701317019&amp;postID=9092854066816104714' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328240677701317019/posts/default/9092854066816104714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328240677701317019/posts/default/9092854066816104714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howcanistopsinging.blogspot.com/2008/03/faith-hope-and-charity.html' title='Faith, Hope, and Charity'/><author><name>My Lifesong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07293266108659422044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/R9SASr2F2rI/AAAAAAAAANE/r3aB_SehpiM/s72-c/Mitch+showing+his+computer+skills+%40+school.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4328240677701317019.post-2815293009489654470</id><published>2008-02-25T19:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T21:54:39.021-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Changes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/R8OZsv1tOsI/AAAAAAAAAMU/FhGRwt39viY/s1600-h/images-Colorado+map.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/R8OZsv1tOsI/AAAAAAAAAMU/FhGRwt39viY/s200/images-Colorado+map.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171145791186483906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last week started with the news of my daughter, Chris, and her family making the difficult decision to move to Colorado.  Difficult, in that it means leaving behind close family, and friends, that they grew up with, played with, worked with, shared their lives with, and embracing a new life in the west, new job, new friends, new house, new scenery, new challenges.  It makes everyone sad.  No one likes change, but it constantly is happening to each of us.  My heart aches for each of them as they deal with many emotions, and thoughts, but with help from all of us, and their friends, visiting, I know it will turn out good for them all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/R8OFXP1tOoI/AAAAAAAAAL0/vLAbIjllnXU/s1600-h/images,+weather+map.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/R8OFXP1tOoI/AAAAAAAAAL0/vLAbIjllnXU/s200/images,+weather+map.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171123431586740866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After weeks of cold, deep freeze, Brrrrr weather, there was finally a break last weekend with temps in the upper 30's.  Yipee!  What a difference above 0 is!  I was so thankful that the truck started after working the evening shift when it was -16 degrees.  And the next day, -22.&lt;br /&gt;I finally felt like taking a walk outside with the dogs.  They were ecstatic, and the sun felt so good on my face, as we strolled through the neighborhood.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/R8OI9P1tOpI/AAAAAAAAAL8/HBVCDxjEvZI/s1600-h/images,+lunar+ecillpse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/R8OI9P1tOpI/AAAAAAAAAL8/HBVCDxjEvZI/s200/images,+lunar+ecillpse.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171127382956653202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week, there was a lunar total eclipse.&lt;br /&gt;You could see the orange color around 9:50pm on Thursday, and then see it get very dark as the shadow of the earth passed over the moon.  An amazing site to see.  This site won't occur again until 2010.&lt;br /&gt;Thursday night, Dad and I went to hear a speaker talk about immigration.  She gave us a true and false quiz on myths, and truths about illegal immigrants.  She was very interesting, and gave me a new insight into the whole immigration process, and what it takes to get a legal status in this country.  I'm convinced the laws and process for legal status must be revised, or changed.  I also believe someone who commits a criminal act while in this country should be deported back to their original country, and not be allowed to stay here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then , Friday, my beautiful twin granddaughters &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/R8ON3f1tOqI/AAAAAAAAAME/GO_9s70BCks/s1600-h/Courtney%26Cassidy%4013yrs+of+age.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/R8ON3f1tOqI/AAAAAAAAAME/GO_9s70BCks/s200/Courtney%26Cassidy%4013yrs+of+age.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171132781730544290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;turned from  little girls,  to  young  ladies, and started  their teenage  years.   I celebrate their youth, and the exciting years ahead,  the struggles to find their way in this world, their values, their goals, their friends.  I want them to know how much I care about them, and love them, and wish they could be closer to us.  I'm glad Mom will keep us informed of their days, and what they're involved in.&lt;br /&gt;For Lent, I, too, am trying to initiate changes.  I have set aside time each day to read scripture, and meditations, and spend quiet time with the Lord.  I also am studying the bible, and deepening my faith.  I have not always put God first in my life.  When I was younger, the family came first, but I now realize, as much as the family is of utmost importance in my life, God should be the number one.  He created me, made me in his likeness, and wants me to be with him forever.  I must strive to keep Him always with me in all I do.  As the book I'm reading now states:  "Real life-the real life of joy we are meant to be living-begins when we restore a sense of reverence to our daily affairs.  Today, search for the Sacred in the ordi&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/R8OU1P1tOrI/AAAAAAAAAMM/tNIm5Diqu1k/s1600-h/Luci,smiling+again%40+7+wks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/R8OU1P1tOrI/AAAAAAAAAMM/tNIm5Diqu1k/s200/Luci,smiling+again%40+7+wks.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171140439657233074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;nary with gratitude in your heart, and you will surely find it."&lt;br /&gt;And finally, there is my precious little Luci, changing weekly, as she grows, and sees her world with mama, and daddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Change:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;" &gt; If you would attain to what you are not yet, you must always be displeased by what you are.  For where you are pleased with yourself there you have remained.  Keep adding, keep walking, keep advancing.  ~Saint Augustine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4328240677701317019-2815293009489654470?l=howcanistopsinging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howcanistopsinging.blogspot.com/feeds/2815293009489654470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4328240677701317019&amp;postID=2815293009489654470' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328240677701317019/posts/default/2815293009489654470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328240677701317019/posts/default/2815293009489654470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howcanistopsinging.blogspot.com/2008/02/changes.html' title='Changes'/><author><name>My Lifesong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07293266108659422044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/R8OZsv1tOsI/AAAAAAAAAMU/FhGRwt39viY/s72-c/images-Colorado+map.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4328240677701317019.post-8760126396478363115</id><published>2008-02-17T19:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T21:54:39.169-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;We decided to celebrate our Valentine's Day the weekend before.  Our plans were to go to a nice restaurant and enjoy a steak dinner, and have a relaxing evening.  Well, the weather didn't co-operate.  It was bitter cold and windy.  So, our next plan was to buy all the fixins, and make a steak dinner at home, have a fire in the fireplace, and enjoy the evening home.  Th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/R7kAkv1tOnI/AAAAAAAAALo/TNDjFSfnJUQ/s1600-h/My+Valentine%27s+Gifts,+2008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 288px; height: 236px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/R7kAkv1tOnI/AAAAAAAAALo/TNDjFSfnJUQ/s320/My+Valentine%27s+Gifts,+2008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168162678701374066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;at's what we did, but it wasn't quite the same as going out, as I did all the fixing!  But I did get quite a few compliments.  But our celebration didn't end there.  The following Wednesday, the day before Valentine's Day, I got a delivery of flowers, a teddy bear, and a box of chocolates.  What a nice thing  to get.  Not to be outdo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;ne, I also thought of my hubby, and presented him wi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;th a new George Foreman grill, which he'd been looking at, for some time.  We both enjoyed our gifts to each other.  So, what a surprise on Valentine's Day, when I got home from work that evening, and discovered all the laundry had been washed, dried, folded, and put away!  Now that was a great Valentine Day for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4328240677701317019-8760126396478363115?l=howcanistopsinging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howcanistopsinging.blogspot.com/feeds/8760126396478363115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4328240677701317019&amp;postID=8760126396478363115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328240677701317019/posts/default/8760126396478363115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328240677701317019/posts/default/8760126396478363115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howcanistopsinging.blogspot.com/2008/02/valentine-week.html' title='Valentine Week'/><author><name>My Lifesong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07293266108659422044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/R7kAkv1tOnI/AAAAAAAAALo/TNDjFSfnJUQ/s72-c/My+Valentine%27s+Gifts,+2008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4328240677701317019.post-2829814671192441724</id><published>2008-02-07T09:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T21:54:39.490-08:00</updated><title type='text'>February Flurries</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/R6tDhC-nrjI/AAAAAAAAALY/ln1nvQkBnYQ/s1600-h/Nature%27s+Beauty.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/R6tDhC-nrjI/AAAAAAAAALY/ln1nvQkBnYQ/s320/Nature%27s+Beauty.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164295632724667954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Wow! That's all I can say when I looked outside this morning.   I decided that I'd sit in the sun room, while I meditated on my Lenten readings each morning, and was greeted with an awesome view.  Each day we are called to make a decision to stay close to our God.  We are called every day to reaffirm our baptismal vows, the life we personally chose when we were confirmed.  When we choose life, what are the blessings we receive if we make this choice every day?  We are called first to love God.  Everything else flows from this, for it is the greatest of God's commandments.  Love consists not just in our love for God but in the fact that He first loved us.  Witness this beautiful morning.  We are also called to walk in his ways.  We learn God's ways as we seek to understand his character and his nature.  As we read his word prayerfully every day, asking him to speak to us, we allow the Spirit to teach us more clearly who God is, what motivates him, and what it means that he is a G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/R6tHUi-nrkI/AAAAAAAAALg/W1hIep5xsP8/s1600-h/Contrast+of+Seasons.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/R6tHUi-nrkI/AAAAAAAAALg/W1hIep5xsP8/s320/Contrast+of+Seasons.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164299816022814274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;od of love, justice, and mercy. We allow the Spirit to transform our minds so that we too can take on the Father's ways and begin to think, choose, and love as He does.  I try to take time to reflect on God's word, and what he wants me to do with my life.  And I thank Him for sharing His love with us all.  I hope we all can take time with God to reflect and renew ourselves this Lenten season.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;What a contrast of seasons, with my geraniums blooming inside, while the trees are coated with snow and ice outside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4328240677701317019-2829814671192441724?l=howcanistopsinging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howcanistopsinging.blogspot.com/feeds/2829814671192441724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4328240677701317019&amp;postID=2829814671192441724' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328240677701317019/posts/default/2829814671192441724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328240677701317019/posts/default/2829814671192441724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howcanistopsinging.blogspot.com/2008/02/february-flurries.html' title='February Flurries'/><author><name>My Lifesong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07293266108659422044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/R6tDhC-nrjI/AAAAAAAAALY/ln1nvQkBnYQ/s72-c/Nature%27s+Beauty.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4328240677701317019.post-7792288004334567158</id><published>2008-02-05T15:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T09:35:32.838-08:00</updated><title type='text'>February Frenzy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;So begins another month....Yahoo! Only 2 more months of winter...maybe less...I don't think the groundhog saw his shadow around here...clouds, clouds, and more clouds.  I started it by being scheduled not one or two, but three 12 hr. shifts, but thankfully, I got an OnCall for Friday and part of Saturday.  I should have been ready to go, since I had all week off, but I think it's even harder to go back to work after you've been off a week.  So, did I accomplish a lot while I was off.   Hmmm, well I started gung-ho.  One of my goals this year was getting organized, and cleaning out the things I no longer want.  So I started in the basement, purchasing tote bins, and organizing all my decorations, and artificial flowers by seasons---Winter, spring, summer, and fall.  Then I put all my wrapping paper, and gift bags together in one box, along with stickers, ribbon, tissue paper.  That felt good.  From there, I redid the kitchen, by putting the microwave in the breakfast area, and clearing a straight path from the back door.  It amazes me how just simple things can change the look of a room.  I then tackled the paperwork for our taxes, so I could get them started.  I say, to get them started...I haven't got them done yet.  And finally, I'm organizing our bedroom, by getting a portable bed for Mac, to get him off our bed at night, and have some room for sleep.  He's taken over half the bed, and Earl, the other third, which leaves me a quarter of the bed.  I'm getting claustophobic!  This week, I work Monday, Wednesday, and Thursday.  I went with Dad to St. Cloud for his sleep apnea glove, which measures his oxygen level, and adrenaline levels.  Tomorrow he brings it back, and they'll read the measurements, and tell him if he needs further therapy.  Well, I'm off to choir practice.  Happy Fat Tuesday.  Tomorrow starts Lent.  Dad and I realized we no longer have to fast  as we have reached past the age limit.  But maybe we'll do it anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4328240677701317019-7792288004334567158?l=howcanistopsinging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howcanistopsinging.blogspot.com/feeds/7792288004334567158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4328240677701317019&amp;postID=7792288004334567158' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328240677701317019/posts/default/7792288004334567158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328240677701317019/posts/default/7792288004334567158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howcanistopsinging.blogspot.com/2008/02/february-favorites.html' title='February Frenzy'/><author><name>My Lifesong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07293266108659422044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4328240677701317019.post-5913272987081573015</id><published>2008-01-27T18:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T19:22:56.527-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random thoughts and Weekend fun.</title><content type='html'>Woke up Saturday, and planned a day out, enjoying the day off, and spending some time together. Almost ruined the day when I told Earl we didn't have as much money to spend as he thought we had, and he reacted like I thought he would-disappointed.  I, then, felt like it was my fault that there wasn't enough money as we'd like to spend, as I manage the finances.  But, after talking about it, we agreed that as frustrating as it is, that's what is, and someday things will get better for us...patience, patience, patience.  It's not like we are spending anything on ourselves, ...we didn't even give each other Christmas presents.  So we went to St. Cloud, went to Sam's Club, tasted all the samples, bought a few things, renewed my membership there, and fought the crowds.  Then, we did a little dreaming about what our next car would be, by going to several dealerships, and looking and trying out cars.  If you could have seen Earl drooling over this red, fabulous sports car, with black leather seats, stick-shift, and sun roof, you'd laugh, too.  Where's my camera?  Then, we went to Red Lobster, as Earl got a gift certificate for there, and enjoyed a wonderful meal.  Afterwards, we went over to Crossroads mall, and walked around.  Wow, we hadn't been there for quite a while, as we saw all the remodeling that had been done. Ran into Mary Jo Fandel, and she asked about Danielle...she was impressed with all she does.  Finally, we stopped @ Cariboo Coffee, and got some drinks(turtle mocha for me), and headed home.&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, we attended Tanner's 1st Communion service with his family, and Chuck's sister, Lynn and hubby.  Tanner had Sunday school, and then a hockey game in Albertville.  So, we dropped off a gift for him at the house, and gave Ashley's birthday gift to her, along with some breakfast rolls for them to enjoy.  Then we went to St. Mary's for Mass, and listened to their great youth choir, and wonderful service.  After fixing a big breakfast of eggs and blueberry pancakes, I took advantage of the warm weather of upper 30's, by walking the dogs for 30".  They loved it!  Relaxed the rest of the day!  What a great weekend!  Now to plan the rest of the week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4328240677701317019-5913272987081573015?l=howcanistopsinging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howcanistopsinging.blogspot.com/feeds/5913272987081573015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4328240677701317019&amp;postID=5913272987081573015' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328240677701317019/posts/default/5913272987081573015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328240677701317019/posts/default/5913272987081573015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howcanistopsinging.blogspot.com/2008/01/random-thoughts-and-weekend-fun.html' title='Random thoughts and Weekend fun.'/><author><name>My Lifesong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07293266108659422044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4328240677701317019.post-6875992723589688466</id><published>2008-01-20T20:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T21:54:39.911-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Winter Burrrrrs!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/R5Qpnj6vqmI/AAAAAAAAAKw/mUaKetzB1Us/s1600-h/winter+image.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/R5Qpnj6vqmI/AAAAAAAAAKw/mUaKetzB1Us/s320/winter+image.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157793232879331938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a busy week of caring for women with pneumonia, and surgeries, and post-partum recoveries, I got the weekend off.  What a nice relaxing one, too.  Well, almost.  I had to drive to Bird Island on Saturday to attend a regional winter board meeting for whom I'm secretary in -16 degree weather, and pick up three other ladies who were going, too.  I took the truck as it gets nice and toasty, and runs good in the cold.  Thankfully, no mishaps occu&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/R5QqDj6vqoI/AAAAAAAAALA/yrsRpWL7iGc/s1600-h/winter+driving.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/R5QqDj6vqoI/AAAAAAAAALA/yrsRpWL7iGc/s200/winter+driving.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157793713915669122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;rred, and I could snuggle up at home afterwards.  Friday night, my hubby and I went out to eat at the Western Steakhouse.  The food was good, but with the big screen TV on, it wasn't as conducive to talking to each other.  I was disappointed that it seems to be turning into a bar/lounge, instead of a nice, quiet restaurant.  Still it was nice to get out.  Sunday,after church, we encountered a young man walking along the highway, heading for Kandiyohi, having run out of gas in his car.  We decided to stop and give him a lift to the gas station, and brought him back, and made sure his car started.  He had a puppy in the car, and we could see he was happy to have his owner back.  As we talked to him, he related to us about people he knew from our church.  Isn't it a small world, and how after we stopped to help him, then two other cars stopped to help, too?  The rest of the day was spent watching the play-off games.  So, it's the Patriots and the Giants for the SuperBowl.  Wished the Packers had won.   So starts another week!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/R5QqVj6vqpI/AAAAAAAAALI/Lcf55pIdJPQ/s1600-h/football+image.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/R5QqVj6vqpI/AAAAAAAAALI/Lcf55pIdJPQ/s200/football+image.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157794023153314450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4328240677701317019-6875992723589688466?l=howcanistopsinging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howcanistopsinging.blogspot.com/feeds/6875992723589688466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4328240677701317019&amp;postID=6875992723589688466' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328240677701317019/posts/default/6875992723589688466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328240677701317019/posts/default/6875992723589688466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howcanistopsinging.blogspot.com/2008/01/winter-burrrrrs.html' title='Winter Burrrrrs!'/><author><name>My Lifesong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07293266108659422044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/R5Qpnj6vqmI/AAAAAAAAAKw/mUaKetzB1Us/s72-c/winter+image.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4328240677701317019.post-714855673203316356</id><published>2008-01-14T20:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T21:54:40.063-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A year Ends, A Year Begins</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As the year 2007 wraps up, I reminisce about all that occurred on the last days of December.  Our family gathering after Christmas was held here.  It seemed the right place to be, collecting all the children, and grandchildren together with the parents, listening to the laugher, the excitement of opening presents, the sharing of food and lives, the connectedness we feel of family.  For some it is brief, for others, lingering as the day ends.  I love it all.&lt;br /&gt;So my resolve for the New Year is to keep this family of ours connected, and receptive to each others needs, and wants, and mostly, love, laughter, and life.&lt;br /&gt;I spent the last day of the year, helping a new mom bring her baby into this world.  Always, such joy!  And then, getting a phone call early New Year's day from my son, telling me he became a Daddy for the first time @ 11 pm on N.Y. eve, and welcomed Luci Belle into the world and this family.  Trem&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/R4w3oz6vqlI/AAAAAAAAAKo/d5a5mGuuA7E/s1600-h/Another+family+photo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/R4w3oz6vqlI/AAAAAAAAAKo/d5a5mGuuA7E/s320/Another+family+photo.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155556847703272018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;endous Joy!  All is well, and Mama Maja is overwhelming joyful.&lt;br /&gt;With one day to get ready, I took down the Christmas tree, ran to the store to get some groceries, order a plant for a dear friend who's father had died, bought a sweater and hat, and baby Levi set for Luci, packed, and awoke @ 5am the next day to catch a plane to Spokane.&lt;br /&gt;So good to see you, son, as we drove to his apartment, and he filled me in on the details of Maja's labor,and Luci's birth.  We spent the night at the apartment, met Milly, the cat, and cuddled baby Luci.  What a little doll.  Who does she look like?  I see Adam, and Maja both, but am partial to Adam's looks in the eyes, and mouth.&lt;br /&gt;She's a nightowl, so not much sleep was had by the parents, and the reason he had no showers, so the next day, after visiting the Pediatrician for a check-up(She weighed 7lbs.1oz, almost back to her birth weight of 7lbs.3ozs.), we headed over to her parents home to live for the rest of my stay.  Her family is great, met both brothers, and sis, Robin, Mom, and Dad.  They had a guest room for me, and room for the new family, too.  It felt awkward, at first, being their guest, but as I talked to Priscilla(Maja's mom) we became very comfortable with each other, and hopefully, will remain friends always.  She has such a good heart, and takes in many of her family members,and friends, cooking great meals, and making you feel at home.  We shared the baby, and advice, and meals.  Putting our heads together, we plotted out our children's lives.  We even toured the city, and went to church together.&lt;br /&gt;Alas, time came for me to leave, gathering up my photos, and bags, hugs and kisses all around, and sadly, saying good-bye to all, gosh, it's hard to leave, not seeing the baby again, for a while.  Better post new pictures soon!&lt;br /&gt;Spokane is a beautiful city, with ponderosa pines, mountain views, beautiful lakes, hotels, and snowy weather.  Maybe I'll see more this summer when the wedding plans are formalized in August.&lt;br /&gt;Since i've been back home, it's been work, work, work. Except, when I went with my hubby to St. Cloud on Friday to see the VA Dr. about his high blood pressure, and dizzy spells.  When I told them about his sleep disturbances, the Dr. thinks it could be sleep apnea that's causing his problems.  They now have a home testing for it, having him wear a glove, which measures the adrenaline levels, to see how severe it is.  If high, he will be fitted for a C-Pap mask.  Actually, he was relieved it wasn't his heart causing the inc. BP.  Maybe this will help his tiredness, too.&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/4328240677701317019-714855673203316356?l=howcanistopsinging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howcanistopsinging.blogspot.com/feeds/714855673203316356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4328240677701317019&amp;postID=714855673203316356' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328240677701317019/posts/default/714855673203316356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328240677701317019/posts/default/714855673203316356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howcanistopsinging.blogspot.com/2008/01/year-ends-year-begins.html' title='A year Ends, A Year Begins'/><author><name>My Lifesong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07293266108659422044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/R4w3oz6vqlI/AAAAAAAAAKo/d5a5mGuuA7E/s72-c/Another+family+photo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4328240677701317019.post-7555851178690927069</id><published>2007-12-26T09:06:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T21:54:40.456-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas Celebrations'/><title type='text'>Christmas, 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/R3KLD8zm69I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/v87zhe3g1Ws/s1600-h/Church%40Christmas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/R3KLD8zm69I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/v87zhe3g1Ws/s200/Church%40Christmas.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148330224016354258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                               I started out a little "bummed out" on Christmas Eve, thinking it was going to be a lonely, quiet Christmas, with nobody around to share this holiday with Earl and I, and even so far as thinking, how much my children really care about us being alone for Christmas, and then, letting my thoughts go out of control as to think, would it make a difference if we weren't even close to them...maybe we should move to Maryland, maybe we should just go traveling, maybe we'll end up alone in a nursing home without visitors....see where my mind was at.  I have to laugh at my wanderings now as i look back over the last two days.  Why was I thinking like that!  Earl and I looked at each other, and realized how wonderful it was to be off together, and we were going to make it a great time for us to relax, and enjoy our days off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;First, we started out going to church early, so I could practice singing in the choir before Mass, then, participating in the Holy Eucharist, and celebration of Christmas, with a church community overflowing with people, home for the holidays, singing beautiful hymns, rejoicing in the wonderful decor of lights, trees, nativity scene, candles glowing, smiles, and warm greetings, new babies born this year, greeting old friends.&lt;br /&gt;We came away from that with the true Christmas spirit.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/R3KVE8zm7BI/AAAAAAAAAKY/4aftN9j8cB4/s1600-h/Aidan+%26+Nvea,+Christmas,2007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/R3KVE8zm7BI/AAAAAAAAAKY/4aftN9j8cB4/s200/Aidan+%26+Nvea,+Christmas,2007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148341236312501266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then fixed a delicious ham dinner, having baked the ham while in church,&lt;br /&gt;and having snacks, and wine beforehand.&lt;br /&gt;then, my favorite Christmas movie came on, "It's a Wonderful Life", and of course, I cried at the end as I always do.&lt;br /&gt;Christmas morn arose with snowflakes falling, and a fresh coating of white covered the landscape.&lt;br /&gt;Dough-dees, served with King syrup followed, as is our family tradition, along with eggs and ham.&lt;br /&gt;Phone calls followed to wish all our children a Merry Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;Then, we were invited to our neighbor's house for dinner in the afternoon, and yes, we ate too much, but it all was so good!&lt;br /&gt;This followed by our daughter Danielle, Shawn, and children coming over to talk, eat supper, see the children, and share Christmas wishes.  We opened their gift of family photos of their year's events in a book, written lovingly, and we'll cherish it always.&lt;br /&gt;What a wonderful Christmas it was, and I wouldn't have asked for anything more relaxing, and blessed.  Thank you, God, for giving us such a joyous Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/R3KUhczm7AI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/I2mknlKBf_4/s1600-h/And+the+children+were+nestled,+all+snug+in+their+beds.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/R3KUhczm7AI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/I2mknlKBf_4/s320/And+the+children+were+nestled,+all+snug+in+their+beds.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148340626427145218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And the children were nestled, all snug in their beds, while visions of sugarplums, danced in their heads!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/4328240677701317019-7555851178690927069?l=howcanistopsinging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howcanistopsinging.blogspot.com/feeds/7555851178690927069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4328240677701317019&amp;postID=7555851178690927069' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328240677701317019/posts/default/7555851178690927069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328240677701317019/posts/default/7555851178690927069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howcanistopsinging.blogspot.com/2007/12/christmas-2007.html' title='Christmas, 2007'/><author><name>My Lifesong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07293266108659422044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/R3KLD8zm69I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/v87zhe3g1Ws/s72-c/Church%40Christmas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4328240677701317019.post-1584160736305424890</id><published>2007-12-15T18:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T21:54:40.964-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life in Review, Dec. 8-15</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What a week it was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Started the weekend, baking cookies, and making fudge,&lt;br /&gt;while hubby was at retreat.&lt;br /&gt;Shopped for gifts, and bought a few for myself.&lt;br /&gt;Cantor on Sunday, brought communion&lt;br /&gt;to neighbor, watched football, and cheered!&lt;br /&gt;Worked on gifts, delivered donations to St. Mary's for Christmas baskets on Monday.&lt;br /&gt;Shopped for items for Senior Christmas bags for Church, shared lunch with friends, and Hubby,&lt;br /&gt;then delivered items to church on way home.&lt;br /&gt;Back to church @ 1800 to put bags together, followed by choir practice&lt;br /&gt;for Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday, Thursday, Friday this is what I did:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/R2SMcszm64I/AAAAAAAAAJU/YkZGqTD-9o8/s1600-h/Pile_of_Babies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/R2SMcszm64I/AAAAAAAAAJU/YkZGqTD-9o8/s320/Pile_of_Babies.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144391099055795074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Babies, babies everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;It's been a zoo @ work!&lt;br /&gt;Do all the mamas want to deliver&lt;br /&gt;by Christmas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not all of it was fun and gam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;es, though,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;among the joy was hearbreak, and tears,&lt;br /&gt;devastating loss of babies still, emergency C/S,&lt;br /&gt;and ICU transfer.&lt;br /&gt;When I left Friday eve, there were 13 babies&lt;br /&gt;sleeping, fussing, cuddling with co-workers.&lt;br /&gt;WELCOME, LITTLE ONES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I helped with picture-taking for the Area Church Directory,&lt;br /&gt;then gave out some of the Sr. bags, then invited our pastor, and friends out&lt;br /&gt;to supper @ Rick's Steakhouse.  Great to relax, and enjoy nice company with&lt;br /&gt;friends and hubby.&lt;br /&gt;But the best was coming home to a warm glow in the fireplace, and&lt;br /&gt;watch our doggies relaxing on the sofa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/R2SPnMzm65I/AAAAAAAAAJc/GcGkkaX9rsg/s1600-h/fireplace.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/R2SPnMzm65I/AAAAAAAAAJc/GcGkkaX9rsg/s320/fireplace.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144394577979304850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/R2SP4szm66I/AAAAAAAAAJk/nf4j5CHIpZU/s1600-h/Mahlee+%26+Mac+relaxing.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/R2SP4szm66I/AAAAAAAAAJk/nf4j5CHIpZU/s320/Mahlee+%26+Mac+relaxing.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144394878627015586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4328240677701317019-1584160736305424890?l=howcanistopsinging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howcanistopsinging.blogspot.com/feeds/1584160736305424890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4328240677701317019&amp;postID=1584160736305424890' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328240677701317019/posts/default/1584160736305424890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328240677701317019/posts/default/1584160736305424890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howcanistopsinging.blogspot.com/2007/12/life-in-review-dec-8-15.html' title='Life in Review, Dec. 8-15'/><author><name>My Lifesong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07293266108659422044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/R2SMcszm64I/AAAAAAAAAJU/YkZGqTD-9o8/s72-c/Pile_of_Babies.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4328240677701317019.post-8849676786649611507</id><published>2007-12-06T19:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T21:54:41.052-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Week in Review</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;we found a place to keep our camper for the winter, out of the elements, and it won't cost us a thing.  What a blessing, and it really is a great place.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;we stored it just in time before the snow hit.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I got to go home early Sunday from work, as we were slow, and had sent many moms home early because of the snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;our first snow wasn't as bad as predicted, but we did get about 5", and it is beautiful.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;we had a clear, sunny day when we went to the cities for Dad's surgery.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dad took the next two days off to recouperate.  He has a 3" incision, and it's painful.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;His first day back to work yielded a fantastic day of sales for the coffee shop.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I got the Christmas tree up, and decorated, and also the lighted houses.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It snowed again on wednesday, and added a few more inches of snow to the pile.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Some more snow fell today, so I shoveled out the driveway for the third time, then took the dogs for a short walk, as it was in the 20's today.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I talked with Julie today, and asked how her back was, and then talked with the girls about their snow time, making angels, snowmen, and sledding.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;we heard good news about Dad's pathology report--they got it all---Yahoo!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/R1i82x30S5I/AAAAAAAAAJM/oo1lJ58pZeE/s1600-h/Christmas+Tree.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/R1i82x30S5I/AAAAAAAAAJM/oo1lJ58pZeE/s320/Christmas+Tree.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141066623929830290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4328240677701317019-8849676786649611507?l=howcanistopsinging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howcanistopsinging.blogspot.com/feeds/8849676786649611507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4328240677701317019&amp;postID=8849676786649611507' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328240677701317019/posts/default/8849676786649611507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328240677701317019/posts/default/8849676786649611507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howcanistopsinging.blogspot.com/2007/12/week-in-review.html' title='Week in Review'/><author><name>My Lifesong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07293266108659422044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/R1i82x30S5I/AAAAAAAAAJM/oo1lJ58pZeE/s72-c/Christmas+Tree.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4328240677701317019.post-4888958959432137894</id><published>2007-11-30T07:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T07:56:11.014-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gratitude'/><title type='text'>Gratitude-Thursday</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;For completing my 10 week class on "Revelation".-I have a better understanding of this book, I know what I do will reflect on others, and decide my destiny, and I met many new women, who shared their life experiences, and ideas with me, and vice versa, I have a greater appreciation for the Mass, and receiving the Eucharist, as much as possible, as it is Christ present in me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;For having the day off from work.-I filled the bird feeders, did a load of laundry, read a magazine, worked on Christmas gifts, conversed with hubby&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;For getting my football picks in on time, thanks to Sharyn, and calling Julie, and Chris, to remind them to do theirs, too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4328240677701317019-4888958959432137894?l=howcanistopsinging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howcanistopsinging.blogspot.com/feeds/4888958959432137894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4328240677701317019&amp;postID=4888958959432137894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328240677701317019/posts/default/4888958959432137894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328240677701317019/posts/default/4888958959432137894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howcanistopsinging.blogspot.com/2007/11/gratitude-thursday.html' title='Gratitude-Thursday'/><author><name>My Lifesong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07293266108659422044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4328240677701317019.post-1631069067561398472</id><published>2007-11-29T09:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T09:35:13.366-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gratitude</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Today I'm reflecting on my experiences at work last eve.  I had two incidents where the babies in utero were having difficulties, and made for a stressful shift.  I can say today that both turned out well, as one delivered via C/S, and is a beautiful, towhead baby girl, and the other was still birthing when I left, but whose heartbeat is going strong and reassuring.&lt;br /&gt;I realize what we do, and how we react to situations have a snowball effect on many others, and how things turn out is at all times out of our hands, as God controls all things.  But He assists us in our difficulties, and I must trust Him in all things.  Thank you for blessing those new parents with your wonderful new creation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4328240677701317019-1631069067561398472?l=howcanistopsinging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howcanistopsinging.blogspot.com/feeds/1631069067561398472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4328240677701317019&amp;postID=1631069067561398472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328240677701317019/posts/default/1631069067561398472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328240677701317019/posts/default/1631069067561398472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howcanistopsinging.blogspot.com/2007/11/gratitude_29.html' title='Gratitude'/><author><name>My Lifesong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07293266108659422044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4328240677701317019.post-7961854741415407903</id><published>2007-11-28T09:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T09:45:00.545-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gratitude</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;I've decided to start each day, writing down things I am grateful for.&lt;br /&gt;     I want to begin and end my day striving for the positives, and eliminating&lt;br /&gt;     the negatives.  Thus, I can be, and see in all, the love, and mercy of Christ.&lt;br /&gt;So, as I reflect on today...1.  I see the sun shining-we didn't get snow that was forecasted.  That makes me glad, since I have to go to work today.  2. Mac is eating his food-he was sick yesterday throwing up numerous times.  I'm relieved that it was a tempory condition.  3. Earl phoned-I get to talk briefly to him, as I won't see him the rest of the day, and didn't see him since yesterday afternoon, and I miss the connection with him.&lt;br /&gt;More later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4328240677701317019-7961854741415407903?l=howcanistopsinging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howcanistopsinging.blogspot.com/feeds/7961854741415407903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4328240677701317019&amp;postID=7961854741415407903' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328240677701317019/posts/default/7961854741415407903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328240677701317019/posts/default/7961854741415407903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howcanistopsinging.blogspot.com/2007/11/gratitude.html' title='Gratitude'/><author><name>My Lifesong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07293266108659422044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4328240677701317019.post-1375172638341143648</id><published>2007-11-27T08:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T21:54:41.921-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/R0xNu-Uc6EI/AAAAAAAAAIs/ZpPbcboBEdg/s1600-h/Courtney,+Sharyn,+Danielle.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/R0xNu-Uc6EI/AAAAAAAAAIs/ZpPbcboBEdg/s200/Courtney,+Sharyn,+Danielle.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137566744320993346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/R0xMrOUc6CI/AAAAAAAAAIc/e25pbxEPzig/s1600-h/Dad+with+Cassidy,+Raquel,+%26+Chris.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/R0xMrOUc6CI/AAAAAAAAAIc/e25pbxEPzig/s200/Dad+with+Cassidy,+Raquel,+%26+Chris.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137565580384856098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We gathered in Chris's kitchen to chat, and of course, offer our help, while the turkey was baking, and the gravy was stirred, and thickened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we all came starving, so spinach dip and hawaiian bread was served to shave off the hunger, and sweet pickles, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/R0xNeeUc6DI/AAAAAAAAAIk/b2aFqMPOxF8/s1600-h/Sawyer+with+pickle.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/R0xNeeUc6DI/AAAAAAAAAIk/b2aFqMPOxF8/s200/Sawyer+with+pickle.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137566460853151794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/R0xL3uUc6AI/AAAAAAAAAIM/kpxdJ-p5BVI/s1600-h/Look+whose+1st+in+food+line.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/R0xL3uUc6AI/AAAAAAAAAIM/kpxdJ-p5BVI/s200/Look+whose+1st+in+food+line.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137564695621593090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sawyer sampling the pickles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, the whole dinner is ready, and we lined up to get our fill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                          Notice who's first in line!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Also, many photos taken...as you can see, the pictures are being critiqued by Chris, Danielle, and Lorrie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/R0xOfuUc6FI/AAAAAAAAAI0/LwHiXJ56A7U/s1600-h/Sisters+checking+out+photos.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/R0xOfuUc6FI/AAAAAAAAAI0/LwHiXJ56A7U/s200/Sisters+checking+out+photos.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137567581839616082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The food was delicious, but before, the kitchen was cleaned up, the children were ready for dessert.  Homemade chocolate pie by Raquel(delicious), pumpkin and apple and pecan pie by Lorrie,(great) were had by all, with groans of complete fullness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then, the fun began, with games, and movies, and comradery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/R0xQseUc6GI/AAAAAAAAAI8/7N5q6noDOe8/s1600-h/Getting+instructions+from+Chris.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/R0xQseUc6GI/AAAAAAAAAI8/7N5q6noDOe8/s320/Getting+instructions+from+Chris.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137569999906203746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All ended with everyone going home...Danielle, to a sick Nevie, who had the croup, so all decided a sleep over wasn't going to work out.  I hope all enjoyed getting together.  I love seeing everyone interacting, and know we all try to show love and caring for each other.  May that always remain with us.  Now, when to celebrate Christmas, and where?&lt;br /&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/4328240677701317019-1375172638341143648?l=howcanistopsinging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howcanistopsinging.blogspot.com/feeds/1375172638341143648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4328240677701317019&amp;postID=1375172638341143648' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328240677701317019/posts/default/1375172638341143648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328240677701317019/posts/default/1375172638341143648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howcanistopsinging.blogspot.com/2007/11/we-gathered-in-chriss-kitchen-to-chat.html' title='Thanksgiving'/><author><name>My Lifesong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07293266108659422044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/R0xNu-Uc6EI/AAAAAAAAAIs/ZpPbcboBEdg/s72-c/Courtney,+Sharyn,+Danielle.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4328240677701317019.post-7223804126391767679</id><published>2007-11-18T20:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T21:54:42.848-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Saturday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/R0EVoOUc55I/AAAAAAAAAHU/Hoz4rgWLWCU/s1600-h/A+look+inside"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/R0EVoOUc55I/AAAAAAAAAHU/Hoz4rgWLWCU/s200/A+look+inside" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134408830961903506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I started my day with Alaina, Jonnie, and Sawyer.  They all seemed happy to start the day with me and Dad.  I gave them a treat for breakfast of cinnamon french toast, and sausage, and all ate heartily.  Of course, Sawyer had to check everything out, as I put up all the no-no's, but settled down to play with Fischer Price people, animals, barn, and zoo.  Meanwhile Alaina and Jonnie watched the Disney channel for awhile til I said..."that's enough, TV", and suggested they help me make some choc. chip cookies.  As Dad cared for Sawyer, who decided he didn't want a nap, brother and sister took turns adding ingredients, mixing, and beating, and sifting flour with their clean hands.  Of course, the best part was taste testing, and that passed their inspection.  We decided to pack som&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/R0ETq-Uc52I/AAAAAAAAAG8/zVx_ir3NfBs/s1600-h/The+Fort.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/R0ETq-Uc52I/AAAAAAAAAG8/zVx_ir3NfBs/s200/The+Fort.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134406679183288162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;e just for Daddy as a gift for his birthday, along with a card I made.  Everyone enjoyed the effort and baking, and tasting, along with some ice cold milk.  We discovered later, even the remote got caught up in the milk, but with a little TLC from Grandpa, it works again.  Finally, to end the day, they decided to make a fort on the treadmill.  All had fun.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/R0EV2uUc56I/AAAAAAAAAHc/Gq8vdChkXlQ/s1600-h/Showing+off+their+hideaway.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/R0EV2uUc56I/AAAAAAAAAHc/Gq8vdChkXlQ/s200/Showing+off+their+hideaway.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134409080070006690" border="0" /&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/4328240677701317019-7223804126391767679?l=howcanistopsinging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howcanistopsinging.blogspot.com/feeds/7223804126391767679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4328240677701317019&amp;postID=7223804126391767679' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328240677701317019/posts/default/7223804126391767679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328240677701317019/posts/default/7223804126391767679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howcanistopsinging.blogspot.com/2007/11/my-saturday.html' title='My Saturday'/><author><name>My Lifesong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07293266108659422044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/R0EVoOUc55I/AAAAAAAAAHU/Hoz4rgWLWCU/s72-c/A+look+inside' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4328240677701317019.post-2052209826172362902</id><published>2007-11-18T19:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-18T19:57:52.514-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflections'/><title type='text'>7 Random Things about Me</title><content type='html'>1.  I Love chocolate-I keep a stash by my bed, and nibble on them one at a time before bed.  I've been known to hide a bag of them, so I could have them all to myself.&lt;br /&gt;2.  I sometimes find me talking out loud to myself when I'm shopping, and looking for things.  When I realize I can be heard, I just hum to myself, and hope no one thinks I've totally lost it.&lt;br /&gt;3.  I love clean sheets...I feel I can associate with those people in the fresh scent commercials who spend all their time smelling the freshness.  The first night under fresh sheets is heavenly.&lt;br /&gt;4.  I will never stop seeing the wonder of new life...in a birth of a baby, a birdie, puppy, kitty, flower, bunny, butterfly.  Just amazing!&lt;br /&gt;5.  I'm a hopeless romantic...I used to read any Harlequin book I could get my hands on(and I had the 5 boxes full of books to prove it) , love getting flowers, and plants, homemade cards, and gifts, special desserts, or surprise parties.&lt;br /&gt;7.  I, too, love to sing...in the shower, the house, in the nursery, at church.  It took years to get up and sing in front of people, without a quivering voice, and though I still get nervous, I try to pour my heart out when leading the hymns.&lt;br /&gt;So that's a few of my favorite things.  Enjoy reading all of yours.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4328240677701317019-2052209826172362902?l=howcanistopsinging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howcanistopsinging.blogspot.com/feeds/2052209826172362902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4328240677701317019&amp;postID=2052209826172362902' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328240677701317019/posts/default/2052209826172362902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328240677701317019/posts/default/2052209826172362902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howcanistopsinging.blogspot.com/2007/11/7-random-things-about-me.html' title='7 Random Things about Me'/><author><name>My Lifesong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07293266108659422044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4328240677701317019.post-2067318791186500248</id><published>2007-11-08T07:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T21:54:43.014-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who am I?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/RzMvSLj1VsI/AAAAAAAAAG0/w2zvB61f5n0/s1600-h/images-faces.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/RzMvSLj1VsI/AAAAAAAAAG0/w2zvB61f5n0/s200/images-faces.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130496389892363970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I always enjoy going to workshops...there's always something new to learn, or see a different way of doing things, to re-evaluate what you are or aren't doing now in your profession.  I got a better understanding of children's allergies, as I listened to a registered dietician explain breast milk vs. all the different formulas, and now realize more why all the concern about Mara's journey of food reactions.  Also, we explored fetal loss, and how to assist parents through this sorrowful process, and make meaningful memories of their baby to keep forever.  I listened to a very interesting talk about cultural diversity in Maternal-child care, and how we need to plan, and provide culturally competent care that is acceptable to the patient, family, and/or community.  It's not necessarily about agreeing with our patient's practices, but coming to an understanding, and building relationships with them of mutual respect.&lt;br /&gt;The first day was centered on Maternal concerns, and the second day, on fetal and newborn issues.  Our last talk was titled"Stress: The Spice of Life or Kiss of Death".  Our speaker was Richard Obershaw, MSW, LICSW.   He had us laughing hysterically, and bringing us up to sobering statements, about how stress can be a great thing, but if used negatively, can affect our physical and spiritual beings.  He gave us a test to fill out, called "Drivers Analysis".  We were to make 2 choices about how we felt to statements on :  Philosophy, Activities, Communication, Decisions, Motto, and Convictions.  Then on the back of the paper, we placed our numbers in the correct column, and added these up.  TO BE OK I THINK I MUST......be perfect, be strong, hurry up, try hard, be pleasing.  I thought about my results all the way home.  I scored the highest in "be pleasing, followed by try hard".  It opened my eyes  about my life, and personality, and honestly, gave us insights into me.  I've always been a people pleaser...be good to please my parents, and make them proud of me,  enter a profession of caring for people, marrying a spouse, who was "wounded" by his upbringing, who if I loved enough, would, in turn, love me back.  He used the analogy of filling a pail to overflowing, but the reality is there is a hole in the bucket, and it continually is leaking.  I think for awhile, that was true of my life, but I know that bucket has been plugged, and I receive an overabundance of love now.  As a peace keeper, I do get hurt, when I can't please others, but I've learned long ago, that I can't please everyone, no matter what I do.  He said if you got a high score in this area, you would be very disappointed with your life if you continued to please everyone.  I thought about that as I drove home, and realized that God is the one I need to please, and if caring for others, by my words, actions, and behavior reflects God in me, then I'm on the right path for my life....So THERE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4328240677701317019-2067318791186500248?l=howcanistopsinging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howcanistopsinging.blogspot.com/feeds/2067318791186500248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4328240677701317019&amp;postID=2067318791186500248' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328240677701317019/posts/default/2067318791186500248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328240677701317019/posts/default/2067318791186500248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howcanistopsinging.blogspot.com/2007/11/who-am-i.html' title='Who am I?'/><author><name>My Lifesong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07293266108659422044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/RzMvSLj1VsI/AAAAAAAAAG0/w2zvB61f5n0/s72-c/images-faces.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4328240677701317019.post-1935095647956135697</id><published>2007-11-07T08:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T21:54:43.501-08:00</updated><title type='text'>On my way to....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/RzHsyTt8SqI/AAAAAAAAAGs/OxdLX2x3bQ4/s1600-h/images-tire.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/RzHsyTt8SqI/AAAAAAAAAGs/OxdLX2x3bQ4/s200/images-tire.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130141799582288546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I attended a 2 day workshop on Maternal-Child Nursing in St. Cloud on Monday and Tuesday. I was up, packed, and out the door in plenty of time to register, and have breakfast before the talks begin. My car had other plans.&lt;br /&gt;Just outside of Richmond, as I was accelerating to the 65/mi. speed limit, there was a truck beside me in the left lane that just would not pass me. As I was mumbling to myself, and getting irritated with him, for not passing me, I looked over at him(which turned out to be a her), and noticed she was trying to get my attention by pointing down at my car, and mouthing something. This was my first encounter with my guardian angel. It then occurred to me, something was wrong with this picture(car), and so I pulled over to the side of the road. I opened my door, and looked out at the back tire, since this is what she seemed to be pointing at, and sure enough, it was more than half flat. I have a confession...just before that, I noticed the "low tire" light come on, but that had happened last week, and just 2 days ago, we had an oil change, and tire check done then. So, I mentally was thinking I'd probably would have to put some air in the tires when I got to St. Cloud. OK, so here I'm outside of Richmond, no gas stations in site, and I don't want to change the tire there, and I'm not going to just sit there. I decided to take the chance I could make it to Cole Spring, where I knew there were gas stations right along the highway. So, slowly I drove on the shoulder, and made it to the light in town, and turned into the holiday station. As I was getting out of my car, I encountered my angel for the second time, who came up to me, and said "it looks like you need some air in that tire". Yes, I said, do you know where I can get air? He says, yes right around the corner. But wait, did he know a tire place nearby, in case just refilling it with air would not be enough? Yes, just right next to the holiday store, and he walked me around the corner, and showed me the place. I thanked him for his kindness, and he said, just tell them Kelly sent you. I, then, drove around to the tire place, walked into the store, was greeted by 4 service men, and a woman receptionist. When I explained my dilemna, one of them said, "give me your keys", and I'll take a look at it. My 3rd angel encounter. Meanwhile, I explained to the woman where I was heading, and why, and how I probably missed the breakfast, but was grateful to find this place. She, then, handed me a voucher for a free cup of coffed @ the holiday store, and she said, maybe this will help..angel #4. So while I got my coffee, they plugged up the hole from a nail, and said I should be OK to make it to St. Cloud and back home to the cost of $8.00. What a nice bunch, and they were playing christian music in the background...nice touch. I made it to the conference with 5"to spare, green lights all the way, no breakfast, but I got my coffee. My guardian angel were with me, and I couldn't have started the day any better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4328240677701317019-1935095647956135697?l=howcanistopsinging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howcanistopsinging.blogspot.com/feeds/1935095647956135697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4328240677701317019&amp;postID=1935095647956135697' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328240677701317019/posts/default/1935095647956135697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328240677701317019/posts/default/1935095647956135697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howcanistopsinging.blogspot.com/2007/11/on-my-way-to.html' title='On my way to....'/><author><name>My Lifesong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07293266108659422044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/RzHsyTt8SqI/AAAAAAAAAGs/OxdLX2x3bQ4/s72-c/images-tire.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4328240677701317019.post-434446799998029094</id><published>2007-11-04T15:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T21:54:43.588-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A homeowners'work is never done!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/Ry5Rcjt8SoI/AAAAAAAAAGc/wzfbwZo1fq4/s1600-h/%C2%AF.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/Ry5Rcjt8SoI/AAAAAAAAAGc/wzfbwZo1fq4/s200/%C2%AF.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129126576687696514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well, this week we've been working on the sun porch.  Finally got the wood trimming for the windows, and finished them(Earl), primed the wood(Jeanne), filled in the nail holes(Earl), painted trim with semi-gloss(Earl), and covered windows with plastic(Jeanne).  We also put in a new fan that has a light and heater attached to it, with a remote control to set the temp. in the room.  This will be our heat source.  What's left?  The flooring, and possiby new outside doors.  Meanwhile, my plants are happy to be warm, and in the light and sunshine, and there's a cozy rug on the floor. Couldn't ask for anything more.  Isn't there a song with those words?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4328240677701317019-434446799998029094?l=howcanistopsinging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howcanistopsinging.blogspot.com/feeds/434446799998029094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4328240677701317019&amp;postID=434446799998029094' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328240677701317019/posts/default/434446799998029094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328240677701317019/posts/default/434446799998029094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howcanistopsinging.blogspot.com/2007/11/homeownerswork-is-never-done.html' title='A homeowners&apos;work is never done!'/><author><name>My Lifesong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07293266108659422044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/Ry5Rcjt8SoI/AAAAAAAAAGc/wzfbwZo1fq4/s72-c/%C2%AF.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4328240677701317019.post-3075116569806792060</id><published>2007-10-31T07:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T21:54:43.704-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Leap of Faith</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/RyiRMTt8SZI/AAAAAAAAAEg/MAL6-3iG1aE/s1600-h/Confirmation+party+set-up.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/RyiRMTt8SZI/AAAAAAAAAEg/MAL6-3iG1aE/s320/Confirmation+party+set-up.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127507816398735762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dad and I witnessed a leap of faith Sunday, with the Confirmation of Allison.  As I looked at the table prepared for her party, I noticed her baptisimal photo, and realized how time has gone by so fast.  Yes, it was a memorable baptism...our naked little girl wrapped in a blanket after overflowing her diaper...and now, her affirmation of Baptism @ 16yrs. old.  As I read her statement of faith, I was brought to tears  over the sincerity of her beliefs, and what she professes from her heart about her faith in God and her fellow man.   The beginning of a journey of faith, it is, as I, too, realize, my life has been on that journey, and it continues today.  I, also, recalled my leap of faith, not so much at my Confirmation, 'cause I was only in 4th grade at the time, and couldn't comprehend the importance of this step, but later, in high school, and beyond, how much my faith meant to me, and still does today.  Recently, over the past year, I started a grateful journal...listing at the end of the day, the things I am thankful for...sometimes, not even writing them down, but recalling the day's events in my nightly prayers, and thinking of all the positive events that have happened each day, starting with the day itself.  My hope for Allison is that she keep those statements of faith with her always as she continues her life, as it will not always be easy to adhere to those beliefs, but with the Lord beside, and in her, she will reap so many blessings from Him.  I have, and I am so thankful for them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4328240677701317019-3075116569806792060?l=howcanistopsinging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howcanistopsinging.blogspot.com/feeds/3075116569806792060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4328240677701317019&amp;postID=3075116569806792060' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328240677701317019/posts/default/3075116569806792060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328240677701317019/posts/default/3075116569806792060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howcanistopsinging.blogspot.com/2007/10/leap-of-faith.html' title='Leap of Faith'/><author><name>My Lifesong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07293266108659422044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/RyiRMTt8SZI/AAAAAAAAAEg/MAL6-3iG1aE/s72-c/Confirmation+party+set-up.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4328240677701317019.post-3072771370086924588</id><published>2007-10-21T19:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T21:54:44.052-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What made me smile today?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/RxwN93f6QiI/AAAAAAAAADw/h-WOwx5GBhE/s1600-h/anangel.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/RxwN93f6QiI/AAAAAAAAADw/h-WOwx5GBhE/s320/anangel.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123985832561754658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The baby boy took his time coming into this world, he couldn't help it, he was a big baby, but his mama helped his exit with slow, steady pushes, that said, come on, little one, it'll be OK.  We're waiting for you, and welcome you to our family.  At last, his head emerged, and with a final push from mama, came sliding out to cheers, and laugher.  With a loud bellow, he announced his arrival, and was cuddled in his mama's arms.  His daddy smiled broadly, and took a picture of his newborn son.  What a big boy, everyone commented!  How big is he?  At the scale, daddy and the nurses hovered around as the baby was placed on it, and oh wow, he was big!  10 lbs. 12 oz., and 24" long.  Baby boy wondered what the big deal was all about.  He was only one day late.  After nestling with mama, and getting some nourishment, and bonding, the family came to offer their congratulations, and introduce themselves to their new grandchild.  Then, big sister arrived.  She came into this world just 2 1/2 years before.  She offered her blankie to her new brother, and then got to hold him, and give him kisses.  He seemed to like all the attention, and the cuddling.  Then, the little angel of a sister began to sing to her baby brother...twinkle, twinkle, little star....baby brother let out a loud cry.  "Oh, oh I guess he doesn't like that song, I'll have to sing him a different one", said the singing angel.  So the next time she came to visit him, she sang him "Bah, bah, black sheep have you any wool....  He didn't cry, so he must like that one."  Everyone smiled.  I can't help but smile, too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4328240677701317019-3072771370086924588?l=howcanistopsinging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howcanistopsinging.blogspot.com/feeds/3072771370086924588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4328240677701317019&amp;postID=3072771370086924588' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328240677701317019/posts/default/3072771370086924588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328240677701317019/posts/default/3072771370086924588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howcanistopsinging.blogspot.com/2007/10/what-made-me-smile-today.html' title='What made me smile today?'/><author><name>My Lifesong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07293266108659422044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/RxwN93f6QiI/AAAAAAAAADw/h-WOwx5GBhE/s72-c/anangel.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4328240677701317019.post-3054067667092853939</id><published>2007-10-14T18:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T21:54:44.211-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Autumn colors</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/RxLKA3f6QhI/AAAAAAAAADo/ktRnfVH7kMI/s1600-h/Autumn+Day.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/RxLKA3f6QhI/AAAAAAAAADo/ktRnfVH7kMI/s320/Autumn+Day.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121377842520277522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What a glorious day yesterday was.  The sun was shining(the first time all week), warm(60), no wind.  Perfect day for cleaning up outside.  Started out cleaning up the deck-sweeping off the leaves, taking off the chair cushions, putting the umbrella away(might need a new one next year), and taking up the rug.  Then I raked all the leaves in the fenced-in area.  Thought back to a time when my little ones loved to jump in the piles, and bury themselves in them.  Now, I have the two dogs running thru them, and chasing the rake.  My other half is mowing the front lawn, meanwhile, and got half of that done before we had to leave to go to Green Lake Shopping Center.  We gathered with a small group of people to say the rosary, in honor of the 90th anniversary of Our Lady of Fatima appearing to three children.  At first, I wasn't to keen on going, esp. saying the rosary publicly in front of a shopping center, but as we started, and prayed as a group, I realized what a wonderful experience it was, and was so glad I did it.  Afterwards, we decided to ride around, and came across some open houses, and toured the homes.  We go back and forth about moving, but I know someday we'll know it's right for us to downsize, and let someone else take care of the lawn for us.  It'll free us up to do other things.  So we returned home, continued mowing, trimming bushes, bagging leaves for three hours more.  Maybe having someone else doing this is such a bad idea.  The place looks pretty good, if I say so myself.  Still have to plant my bulbs that came last week...hope we get another day of sun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4328240677701317019-3054067667092853939?l=howcanistopsinging.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howcanistopsinging.blogspot.com/feeds/3054067667092853939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4328240677701317019&amp;postID=3054067667092853939' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328240677701317019/posts/default/3054067667092853939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4328240677701317019/posts/default/3054067667092853939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howcanistopsinging.blogspot.com/2007/10/autumn-colors.html' title='Autumn colors'/><author><name>My Lifesong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07293266108659422044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKgTutgTTK4/RxLKA3f6QhI/AAAAAAAAADo/ktRnfVH7kMI/s72-c/Autumn+Day.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4328240677701317019.post-8072737596106131624</id><published>2
