<?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-3457041138173889683</id><updated>2011-08-01T07:11:09.722-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Town Big Life</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littletownbiglife.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457041138173889683/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littletownbiglife.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457041138173889683/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Little Town Big Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546690682122855859</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>214</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3457041138173889683.post-4150170711579325921</id><published>2010-07-16T12:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T12:46:15.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AND---4 Months Later</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/TECz-ZicL1I/AAAAAAAAA8s/l2bA248Yq_M/s1600/Alex+%26+Erin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494589429980606290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 64px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 96px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/TECz-ZicL1I/AAAAAAAAA8s/l2bA248Yq_M/s400/Alex+%26+Erin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Did I tell you my son got married in January???  This is he &amp;amp; his lovely wife.  They are the most adorable couple--they compliment one another so well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/TECz9tzP-RI/AAAAAAAAA8k/YTp_iEA3JPA/s1600/Engagement+1+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494589418239949074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/TECz9tzP-RI/AAAAAAAAA8k/YTp_iEA3JPA/s400/Engagement+1+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This is one of the engagement pics with their "baby" Smokey.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;And, below--the loves of my life:  Hank &amp;amp; his little brother Mack.  They have moved back to town &amp;amp; live within 4 miles of us, so anytime the phone rings and Hank wants to see me---well, need I even say it?????  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/TECz9GRRufI/AAAAAAAAA8c/bqXIgfdwn1k/s1600/Hank+%26+Mack.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494589407628474866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/TECz9GRRufI/AAAAAAAAA8c/bqXIgfdwn1k/s400/Hank+%26+Mack.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where does the time go?  Have you noticed the days spin so quickly that suddenly it's July 4 and then it's later????&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Catering has been going so well.  We feel that God has really had his hand on this venture.  Even as the economy slowed to the pace of a snail on valium, the orders still came.  The work has been consistant.  We even have 2 employees &amp;amp; I have to tell ya---it sure has made a difference in my days.  Oh, we still work 12 &amp;amp; 14 hour days, 7 days a week, but I have them to help me bear up under the load!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of these days I'll try to get some of my recent cakes on the blog.  As of right now, they are stored on the home computer &amp;amp; I'm sitting at the kitchen waiting for potatoes to boil.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Random thought--I have to really watch my attitude when I get bone tired.  That's when the pity parties begin!  Just the other day I was whining to myself things such as   "I have a terrible headache"    " My arthritis is killing me this week"  and so forth.  And would you believe, I began to think about my Aunt Dora Ann--whom I haven't thought about in years!  Aunt Dora Ann had rhuematoid arthritis and died from complications of that illness at age 48, and that was a good 25 years ago.  But one thing Aunt Dora Ann never, ever, EVER did was complain or think of herself!  She had 6 children and she continued to sew for them &amp;amp; cook for them even when she was confined to a wheel chair.  And as I was lamenting my aches &amp;amp; pains, I realized that Aunt Dora Ann would LOVE, I mean "jump up and down" love to trade places with me.  Always with a smile on her dear face and a twinkle in her eyes, she would come here and visit her kids, the grandkids she never saw, hug her husband--the love of her live, and bear up under any pain to be with them for a bit.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, complaining--whining--boo-hooing life's challenges--BE GONE!  I shall take life by the reigns &amp;amp; find the wonder in each day.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I am hurting from working the fingers to much I will give thanks!  I am here and have the ability to do so.  And those hurting hands can still touch the faces of my little Hank &amp;amp; Mack.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life is what you want from it.  Attitude is 90% of the journey.  Bitterness and hatred settle into the bones and leach the life, leaving only pain and sorrow.  Joyfullness and child like wonder rejuvenate the spirit and add years of life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, so much for the random thought.  It's just what happened to zip through the mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyhoo--hope all are enjoying life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3457041138173889683-4150170711579325921?l=littletownbiglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littletownbiglife.blogspot.com/feeds/4150170711579325921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3457041138173889683&amp;postID=4150170711579325921&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457041138173889683/posts/default/4150170711579325921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457041138173889683/posts/default/4150170711579325921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littletownbiglife.blogspot.com/2010/07/and-4-months-later.html' title='AND---4 Months Later'/><author><name>Little Town Big Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546690682122855859</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/_BY5o7i4HT_4/TECz-ZicL1I/AAAAAAAAA8s/l2bA248Yq_M/s72-c/Alex+%26+Erin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3457041138173889683.post-2067914636835047947</id><published>2010-03-13T08:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T08:34:58.849-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Stopping In ~~~~</title><content type='html'>Hey blogfriends!  It's been a wild ride around here.  New grandson on Dec 3, hubby had stroke on Jan 8, son married on Jan 30 &amp;amp; shoulder surgery on Feb 18.  Whew--all that and a catering kitchen to run.  But, it's amazing what one can do when pushed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have discovered that I can function with one good arm &amp;amp; one in a sling.  I kind of resemble a Tyranasorus Rex--two arms held up to the chest.  I'm thinking I'd make a good comedy sketch!  I have learned that I CAN frost &amp;amp; decorate a full sized sheet cake, pull homemade rolls, roll out dough, and on and on with this "handicap".  It's all between the ears--what you determine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My jonquils are blooming--I think what I like best about them is their determination.  It's been cold, rainy, cloudy, and yet they stick out their little yellow heads to see what's going on in the world.  And the color they add to the dreary days is inspiring.  I want to be a daffodil.  In spite of the clouds around, I want to add color &amp;amp; hope to each &amp;amp; every day.  Pansies have the same trait.  They bloom amidst the snow &amp;amp; stay til it gets too warm.  Kind of a promise of things to come.  They arrive when we are so tired of gray days and yucky weather and tell us to "keep watching---the best is yet to come".  And aren't they right?  Soon all of the summer flowers and foliage will be in full bloom and we'll take for granted the beauty.  We'll forget about the winter blahs, and fill our homes with the blooms that create such life.  So right now--I"ll be a pansy or a daffodil and hope for the brighter, sunnier, more colorful days that are sure to arrive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3457041138173889683-2067914636835047947?l=littletownbiglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littletownbiglife.blogspot.com/feeds/2067914636835047947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3457041138173889683&amp;postID=2067914636835047947&amp;isPopup=true' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457041138173889683/posts/default/2067914636835047947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457041138173889683/posts/default/2067914636835047947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littletownbiglife.blogspot.com/2010/03/just-stopping-in.html' title='Just Stopping In ~~~~'/><author><name>Little Town Big Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546690682122855859</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>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3457041138173889683.post-4387051057655811130</id><published>2010-01-24T13:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T13:40:03.968-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Been A Month To Speak Of!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/S1y7LlLCFXI/AAAAAAAAA8U/jr1vEKXAzv4/s1600-h/new+year+2009.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 356px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430421058333316466" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/S1y7LlLCFXI/AAAAAAAAA8U/jr1vEKXAzv4/s400/new+year+2009.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I don't think I remembered to wish all of you happy new year!! So, happy new year!  And what a year.  It started off with a BIG BANG in our household.  On Jan 8, hubby was taken by ambulance to the hospital, where he was first diagnosed with a TIA (look it up-too much explaining for me).  But after an MRI, CT Scan, Angiogram, EKG, it was determined he had a full blown stroke.  Yes, those were the technical words right from the Dr's mouth--full blown stroke.  It happened in the cerebellum.  Because he was in good physical health otherwise, he had no lingering side effects.  After much testing (blood pressure/low, bad cholesterol/120, no plaque build-up), and no answers, he was given an ultrasound scope of his heart, and lo and behold---he had ASD.  Now for all of you novice medical persons (of which I USED to be one) that means he had a hole in the upper chamber of his heart which allowed a blood clot to pass back into the blood stream.  Apparently he is NOT the first to have this--???  (although you'd never know that by talking with him), he probably has had this since birth.  It shows up later in life.  So, the treatment was to have a GORE HELEX spiral occulater (aren't you impressed???) inserted to close the hole.  The procedure was done like that of a stint insert--they go in both arteries in his legs with a camera and fishing line (not really) and insert a disc on both sides that closes via a wire run through the middle.  Now he's back to "good as normal".  But it did make for a scary time and alot of hospital visits! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/S1y7LH6YjLI/AAAAAAAAA8M/8HfPTnrzxoI/s1600-h/Webb+Christmas+09+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430421050478857394" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/S1y7LH6YjLI/AAAAAAAAA8M/8HfPTnrzxoI/s400/Webb+Christmas+09+022.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, did I tell you that our little Mack (left hand side) was born Dec 3?  He's Hank's brother and quite the little doll.. actually, he looks just like Hank at that age.  I think they are going to be carbon copies!!  Next to Mack is his second cousin, Jacob, born in Sept.  The two girls are first cousins!  On this side of the family there are 6 little ones under the age of 4!  Second cousin, Daisy, was born Dec 21.  Don't you know next Christmas will be a hoot and a holler!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On to the next event---our son is getting married Jan 30.  You guessed it---I'm preparing the reception food, cake, grooms cupcakes, and cookie favors!!!  Glad I have a professional kitchen &amp;amp; employees to help with this!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We just love his fiance--she's already become like our daughter!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, now I have to run--have a women's meeting to attend---you know, go and plan some big hoop-de-do so I'll have something to do.  I really need something to do.  I think I have from 1 - 4 in the mornings open, and we wouldn't want idle time!!  ha ha ha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just checking in---will talk more later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3457041138173889683-4387051057655811130?l=littletownbiglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littletownbiglife.blogspot.com/feeds/4387051057655811130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3457041138173889683&amp;postID=4387051057655811130&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457041138173889683/posts/default/4387051057655811130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457041138173889683/posts/default/4387051057655811130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littletownbiglife.blogspot.com/2010/01/its-been-month-to-speak-of.html' title='It&apos;s Been A Month To Speak Of!!!'/><author><name>Little Town Big Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546690682122855859</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/_BY5o7i4HT_4/S1y7LlLCFXI/AAAAAAAAA8U/jr1vEKXAzv4/s72-c/new+year+2009.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3457041138173889683.post-8524185075334946054</id><published>2009-12-27T18:06:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T18:18:36.502-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Post Christmas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SzgS8THcnVI/AAAAAAAAA8E/E6NUL6Tito8/s1600-h/snowy+holiday.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 285px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420102978673352018" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SzgS8THcnVI/AAAAAAAAA8E/E6NUL6Tito8/s400/snowy+holiday.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, we had a white Christmas here in the heart of Oklahoma.  It was the most beautiful day.  And, we were home--that makes it even better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Unfortunately, my son's fiance couldn't make it to her home so they arrived on my doorstep Christmas Eve and stayed two nights.  What a great present for us--we got to spend some real quality time with her before the January 30 wedding.  We had no preconceptions of what to do this year--as the ice &amp;amp; snow cancelled many plans, we just sat back &amp;amp; let it happen.  My parents, sister &amp;amp; her family live close (same town) so we had Christmas Eve dinner of potato soup &amp;amp; gourment grilled cheese sandwiches---yes, I said gourmet!  Havarti cheese, cranberry chutney, avocado, red onion, turkey, ham, pepper jack, applewood smoked cheddar--your choice.  They were so yummy!  And, of course, chocolate &amp;amp; peanut butter fudge, rum cake, and sugar cookies.  But wait!  We didn't stop there!  Christmas morning is the "annual" breakfast at the house--blueberry pancakes, bacon &amp;amp; eggs, smoothies, hot cocoa.  Full as ticks you might think?  No way--we continued with Christmas dinner at sis's!  Chicken picatta, salad, steamed veggies, desserts--and on and on.  No wonder I can't fit in the clothes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Saturday the kids decided to leave, and within an hour, we had a call from my daughter &amp;amp; son-in-law--who live far enough away that they missed Christmas Eve &amp;amp; Day---and they were coming for the night!  So Saturday evening we opened the feed trough once again--chicken &amp;amp; cheese enchiladas, with choice of :  black beans, avocado, onion, black olives---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They opened presents -- which with a 3 year old is the best entertainment in the world!  And we all got to hold Mack--who is 2 1/2 weeks old!  All the local family returned and we played games and laughed and enjoyed the company of a loving family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I am really sorry for the ones who missed out on spending time with family due to inclement conditions, but it worked out so well for us.  I just sat back and counted my blessings--which have been many this year.  In a month we will have a new daughter-in-law &amp;amp; we couldn't love her more---couldn't have hand selected one we were more pleased with!  And we have been blessed with 2 of the most wonderful grandsons!  And they are so cute to boot.  And so smart.  And so --- well you get the idea---we are CRAZY about them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Many thanks to the good Lord for what He has given to us--and we are so undeserving.  But so grateful.  May His blessings multiply to you and yours in the New Year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3457041138173889683-8524185075334946054?l=littletownbiglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littletownbiglife.blogspot.com/feeds/8524185075334946054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3457041138173889683&amp;postID=8524185075334946054&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457041138173889683/posts/default/8524185075334946054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457041138173889683/posts/default/8524185075334946054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littletownbiglife.blogspot.com/2009/12/merry-post-christmas.html' title='Merry Post Christmas!'/><author><name>Little Town Big Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546690682122855859</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/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SzgS8THcnVI/AAAAAAAAA8E/E6NUL6Tito8/s72-c/snowy+holiday.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3457041138173889683.post-6072903188896095178</id><published>2009-11-25T17:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T18:02:39.475-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Thanksgiving!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/Sw3fvh3w_0I/AAAAAAAAA78/TXnfgUyMEwE/s1600/DSC01653.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408224735180947266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/Sw3fvh3w_0I/AAAAAAAAA78/TXnfgUyMEwE/s400/DSC01653.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Well hope one and all are settled in for a day of giving thanks--don't feel you have anything to give thanks for?  Well, if you have to work on this day, you are one of the minority who have a job.  If you are dreading spending the day arguing with family, well, you at least have a family to bicker with.   If you are already feeling the calories attaching to your hips, stomachs, thighs, do I really need to explain this?  If you are away from home, do you see the beauty of nature around?  Is there a friend you can take a piece of pie to?  Could you at least take a walk &amp;amp; be thankful you can walk???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I have so, so much to be thankful--mainly that I still live in the greatest nation in the world.  That I have worked so hard today---doing what I have always loved to do--COOK for others.  That I have a loving family--no, I didn't say perfect;  how boring would that be??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;That I have two additions coming to the family--little Mack Alexander the first week of December &amp;amp; precious Erin through marriage to my son on 1/30.  There's nothing like a growing family.  And we are excited about both!  We begin another trail on our life's journey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I love this time of year--I'm thankful for the red, orange, crimson leaves that fell from the trees, the Christmas decorations that are going up on houses &amp;amp; businesses, the Charlie Brown special, the cool, crisp air that keeps us reminded of the cycle of life, so much more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Love the Norman Rockwell paintings of holidays.  I like to imagine that's us---you just know that there are kids screaming in the background, mountains of dishes piled in the sink, burnt rolls on the counter, football games distracting men from our conversations--all of the "normality" of family life.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Must run for now--laundry to finish, a house to straighten, you know, make the kids think I'm the perfect (ha ha) mom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I am also thankful for my blogging friends.  I have neglected all of you so this past 6 months, but I still read in the wee hours of the morning, even tho my fingers are too tired to respond.  Keep the posts coming dear ones---and have a blessed Thanksgiving!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3457041138173889683-6072903188896095178?l=littletownbiglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littletownbiglife.blogspot.com/feeds/6072903188896095178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3457041138173889683&amp;postID=6072903188896095178&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457041138173889683/posts/default/6072903188896095178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457041138173889683/posts/default/6072903188896095178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littletownbiglife.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-thanksgiving.html' title='Happy Thanksgiving!!!'/><author><name>Little Town Big Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546690682122855859</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/_BY5o7i4HT_4/Sw3fvh3w_0I/AAAAAAAAA78/TXnfgUyMEwE/s72-c/DSC01653.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3457041138173889683.post-3391914640046269979</id><published>2009-10-26T12:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T13:10:43.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pumpkins &amp; Other Things</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SuX_dhl7OxI/AAAAAAAAA70/7v_f33HbRb8/s1600-h/DSC01469.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397000611172137746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SuX_dhl7OxI/AAAAAAAAA70/7v_f33HbRb8/s400/DSC01469.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here comes the Great Pumpkin--right down Pumpkin Lane.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That just goes to show why we don't have Halloween Carols--they're too hard to pen!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's been a long, long time since I've had a few minutes to post.  And will probably be a while before I do again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, this being my fav time of year, and being I don't have much planned for the next few minutes, and being I have missed this soooo much---here I am!!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My little pumpkin, Hank, is ill--he has flu &amp;amp; pneumonia.  But, they started him on meds, and the Dr thought both were in the early stages, so he's home recovering.  Just hate it when kids are ill.  It's difficult to be pleasant when you are adult &amp;amp; ill---millions of times harder when you're only 3.  And to this day, moms &amp;amp; dads don't get that.  You have to become a yaya before it totally sinks in!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Plans for Halloween?  We have the annual Trunk or Treat here in town, and Friday is the Merchant's Costume Contest---I think we're going to participate this year--depends on the weather.  That's right, I said the weather.  We are planning to do something to the outside of the kitchen front &amp;amp; if it rains Wed &amp;amp; Thurs (as predicted) that could put the hiatus on that!!!   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would like to take the time to carve some pumpkins--and by golly I just might.  That's one of the things I miss most about having kids at Halloween--they keep you accountable for all the "traditions".  Making costumes, baking cookies, carving pumpkins, fixing hot cocoa.  All of those things that make this season so fun--yet are so easy to lay aside when no one is there to push the point.  I think that's the reason we get old!  We forget to have fun--to play--to create.  And we become grouchy old blobs!!!  So, get up off your tush &amp;amp; let's get to celebrating!!!   Ok, I think I'll do some more decorating.  Or maybe I'll go ahead &amp;amp; bake some cookies!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Drove through a neighborhood last Friday evening that was really decked out--didn't have my camera!!  boo hoo  Sooooo I think I'll go back one evening this week &amp;amp; snap some shots!!  Hope they don't report me!!  I'll post them too!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have a good week all---and get to having some fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3457041138173889683-3391914640046269979?l=littletownbiglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littletownbiglife.blogspot.com/feeds/3391914640046269979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3457041138173889683&amp;postID=3391914640046269979&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457041138173889683/posts/default/3391914640046269979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457041138173889683/posts/default/3391914640046269979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littletownbiglife.blogspot.com/2009/10/pumpkins-other-things.html' title='Pumpkins &amp; Other Things'/><author><name>Little Town Big Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546690682122855859</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/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SuX_dhl7OxI/AAAAAAAAA70/7v_f33HbRb8/s72-c/DSC01469.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3457041138173889683.post-1385161387867045523</id><published>2009-10-19T10:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T11:14:59.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Apple Butter Making Days!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/StypOxdzSzI/AAAAAAAAA7s/3FOmiG122MU/s1600-h/Mt+Vernon+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394372524944608050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/StypOxdzSzI/AAAAAAAAA7s/3FOmiG122MU/s400/Mt+Vernon+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is my son-in-law stirring the apple butter in town square at Mt Vernon MO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/StypOXZerCI/AAAAAAAAA7k/wC03RG_BzbA/s1600-h/Mt+Vernon+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394372517947157538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/StypOXZerCI/AAAAAAAAA7k/wC03RG_BzbA/s400/Mt+Vernon+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Courthouse steeple in Mt Vernon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/StypN69kXeI/AAAAAAAAA7c/_vcFxyC1nTY/s1600-h/Mt+Vernon+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394372510313897442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/StypN69kXeI/AAAAAAAAA7c/_vcFxyC1nTY/s400/Mt+Vernon+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apple Butter Making Days awards.  Think these were "special order"????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/StypNamfsYI/AAAAAAAAA7U/kXMor0x5UVU/s1600-h/Mt+Vernon+6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394372501627187586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 110px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/StypNamfsYI/AAAAAAAAA7U/kXMor0x5UVU/s400/Mt+Vernon+6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And here we are--except Erin, who was taking the picture.  Daughter, son-in-law, son, me, Hank, hubby.  Yes we all loaded up (even my sis &amp;amp; her husband--I'll have to share more pics later) and drove to Mt Vernon MO a couple of weeks back for Apple Butter Making Days.  This is a festival that has gone on for several decades.  It's a BIG deal in Mt Vernon &amp;amp; over a 3 day time period, they have around 30,000 visitors--not too shabby for a town of around 4,000!!!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lots of crafts, talents, and food--lots and lots of food.  Lots of apple butter!  It sells out quickly so we got our case first!  And it is delicious!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Looks as if this will be our vacation this year.  The economic fall hit us pretty hard, but we are recouping!  Hubby finally found a job in June, and the catering is steady, so can't complain.  We are determined to stick to our policy of not owing for anything-- no vacations, no big outlandish Christmas presents, no THINGS.  It's quite freeing actually.  We no longer assess our "wealth" by the things we aqcuire.  We've become more focused on &lt;strong&gt;who&lt;/strong&gt; we are than on &lt;strong&gt;what&lt;/strong&gt; we have.  And it feels pretty danged good!  We now know to enjoy each &amp;amp; every moment regardless of where we are, we take time to visit with family rather than taking time to decide what we shall do!  Time will come when we can visit the country, but right now, we are so very grateful for how God has blessed us.  We have health, we have food, we have a roof over our heads.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And today, of all days, that being blatantly shined in my face.  I am on my way to a funeral--a girl I was raised with, her mother is one of my mother's best friends, we spent alot of time at their home growing up.  She was 4 years younger than me, so we didn't "run around" with one another.  But she was part of my background. And she passed away suddenly Thursday morning--died in her sleep.  Makes me stop and take stock of what is important.  &lt;em&gt;And it sure ain't &lt;strong&gt;things&lt;/strong&gt;!!!  &lt;/em&gt;It's my kids, my family, my husband, my spiritual growth, untangible items that are eternal.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whew--enough of the "debbie downer"!!!  It's a beautiful day--sun shining;  I was afraid it had closed it's doors due to lack of funding!  It's crisp cool--just the kind of weather that makes you feel alive.  Pumpkins are showing up on all the doorsteps, fall colors are beginning to show themselves, the harvest moon is on the horizon.  It's just great---I love this season!!!   Best of all-The Great Pumpkin Charlie Brown will be on soon---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then the season of overeating!!! What more can a plump gal ask?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, enough rambling.   Have a wonderful fall day!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3457041138173889683-1385161387867045523?l=littletownbiglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littletownbiglife.blogspot.com/feeds/1385161387867045523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3457041138173889683&amp;postID=1385161387867045523&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457041138173889683/posts/default/1385161387867045523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457041138173889683/posts/default/1385161387867045523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littletownbiglife.blogspot.com/2009/10/apple-butter-making-days.html' title='Apple Butter Making Days!'/><author><name>Little Town Big Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546690682122855859</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/_BY5o7i4HT_4/StypOxdzSzI/AAAAAAAAA7s/3FOmiG122MU/s72-c/Mt+Vernon+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3457041138173889683.post-354127155426848799</id><published>2009-09-29T15:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T15:31:58.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Reunions</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SsKH9_aqxJI/AAAAAAAAA7M/hFDHEflhAEA/s1600-h/Family+Reunion+040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387017603353592978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SsKH9_aqxJI/AAAAAAAAA7M/hFDHEflhAEA/s400/Family+Reunion+040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 1st &amp;amp; 2nd cousins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SsKH9bUGbkI/AAAAAAAAA7E/acInQqs_-RA/s1600-h/Family+Reunion+033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387017593662369346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SsKH9bUGbkI/AAAAAAAAA7E/acInQqs_-RA/s400/Family+Reunion+033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; All the gang who showed up.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes I know you don't have a clue who these people are--and I don't intend to list all their names.  BUT--this is a family reunion from my dad's mother's side of the family.  And these are the remaining few.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It makes me a bit sad that so many of them have gone --- and that a few others don't attend.  It makes me a bit sad such a one time large family has dwindled.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My grandmother was one of 7 (I think???) children.  And then they all married and had children.  So at one time, this was a big group getting together.  I remember 35 years ago, when I was newly married, meeting with great uncles, 2nd &amp;amp; 3rd cousins.  I just didn't appreciate how meaningful those family ties would become. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why do we miss those so very much when we didn't even see them that often?  Well, because that's our family.  It's where we came from and who we were &amp;amp; are.  My grandmother stayed here in her hometown until she was unable to care for herself alone.  I believe 2 of her brothers stayed here also.  Other brothers lived only 30 minutes away;  one had the nerve to move out of state.  But even with all the closeness of proximity, families got so busy raising their own kids, working, keeping up with daily life, that after "great grandmother" passed, the gatherings diminished.  It was too bad, cause we have such a great time when together!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My dad had only 1 sister &amp;amp; i brother--he never married.  I had 3 cousins, girls, that we were raised with almost like sisters.  We have tried to remain active in one another's lives, but, alas, it is difficult.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Still, when we get together, we laugh til our sides hurt, reminiscise, gossip, eat, hug---we are family.  We will forgive faults &amp;amp; failures, rejoice in triumphs, love unconditionally--we are family. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3457041138173889683-354127155426848799?l=littletownbiglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littletownbiglife.blogspot.com/feeds/354127155426848799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3457041138173889683&amp;postID=354127155426848799&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457041138173889683/posts/default/354127155426848799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457041138173889683/posts/default/354127155426848799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littletownbiglife.blogspot.com/2009/09/family-reunions.html' title='Family Reunions'/><author><name>Little Town Big Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546690682122855859</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/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SsKH9_aqxJI/AAAAAAAAA7M/hFDHEflhAEA/s72-c/Family+Reunion+040.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3457041138173889683.post-8335843322782705775</id><published>2009-09-21T15:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T15:50:24.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If I Had Known. . . . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SrgBwd8K-3I/AAAAAAAAA68/06l6ViHukQM/s1600-h/funny+card.bmp"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384055286703782770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 183px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 334px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SrgBwd8K-3I/AAAAAAAAA68/06l6ViHukQM/s400/funny+card.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; It's now been a year since I quit my stable, regular hours job &amp;amp; bought a catering business.  What a year!  A year of getting my feet wet in this business--of learning how to take really deep breaths when frustrated, cause nothing else will suffice--learning who should do what around the kitchen---so many more "learnings" but it would just bore you to tears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;One major thing I have learned is how tough I really am.  When I'm dead tired, but have to finish the dishes, set out the trash, make the paperwork for the next day, schedule orders in the right fashion, make a grocery list, I have learned I can keep on moving!  And I have learned that I can only please one person--myself.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This "owning one's own business" is not for the frail or weak!  The business never leaves--it's like a shadow, always right behind me.  Even when I take a day "off" there are errands to run, groceries to purchase, menus to plan.  It just never stops.  And the stress of it all can be overwhelming!  But, there again, I am one tough cookie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I love the picture at the top of this post--even have a card.  But it really, really has alot to say about my life!  I "spot" clean, do laundry, wipe off the toilets, but my gosh--how I long to clean out the closets &amp;amp; rearrange the kitchen cabinets!  That's how desparate I have become for "me" time!!!  I'm willing to do housework to relaxe!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Just wanted to keep in touch--hope you are all ready for fall cause here it comes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Happy Fall!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3457041138173889683-8335843322782705775?l=littletownbiglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littletownbiglife.blogspot.com/feeds/8335843322782705775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3457041138173889683&amp;postID=8335843322782705775&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457041138173889683/posts/default/8335843322782705775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457041138173889683/posts/default/8335843322782705775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littletownbiglife.blogspot.com/2009/09/if-i-had-known.html' title='If I Had Known. . . . . .'/><author><name>Little Town Big Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546690682122855859</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/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SrgBwd8K-3I/AAAAAAAAA68/06l6ViHukQM/s72-c/funny+card.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3457041138173889683.post-5511966275841172546</id><published>2009-08-17T15:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T15:58:31.692-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where Have I Been????</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/Sondqldl1GI/AAAAAAAAA60/3qMI1eWdTFY/s1600-h/Pink+&amp;amp;+Black+Shower+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371067754296497250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/Sondqldl1GI/AAAAAAAAA60/3qMI1eWdTFY/s400/Pink+%26+Black+Shower+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Wow-it's been a long LONG time since I updated my blog--hope I haven't lost any friends--It's just that summer has been long &amp;amp; hot, and alot has been happening.  The picture above pretty much sums up what I do 24/7.  I cook, bake, serve, arrange, display, and do it all over again.  The above was a "pink &amp;amp; black" shower given for a friend of my sisters.  It turned out really cute and, of course, the food was deliciouso!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SondpKYZAiI/AAAAAAAAA6k/H_c5Dj4XTqc/s1600-h/Dinner+@+Jen"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371067729847058978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SondpKYZAiI/AAAAAAAAA6k/H_c5Dj4XTqc/s400/Dinner+%40+Jen%27s+7-11-09+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And then there's Hank--the apple of my eye, the treasure of my heart.  I try to have him at least one night every two weeks--I'd have him over more, but his mom &amp;amp; dad are stingy &amp;amp; won't give him up.  It's like they LIKE him or something!!  ha ha  But he is growing like wheat--and now he's going to be a big brother.  Mack Alexander will be born sometime around Dec 10.  We are too excited to describe.  AND--the kids are trying to move back to this area.  Like 5 minutes away from me.  Like I will see them every stinkin day if I choose!!  Nooooo I'm not glad at all!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SondoN9otjI/AAAAAAAAA6c/juQ6m-aAWOk/s1600-h/Cake+7-11-09+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371067713628714546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SondoN9otjI/AAAAAAAAA6c/juQ6m-aAWOk/s400/Cake+7-11-09+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This wasn't part of the above shower, but it was for another shower.  Seems like all the gals are requesting pink and black!  Well, I like the combo also, and I like the zebra effect on the cake. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SondpwyCqeI/AAAAAAAAA6s/qlJ8OZyOfBo/s1600-h/Pink+&amp;amp;+Black+Shower+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371067740155193826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SondpwyCqeI/AAAAAAAAA6s/qlJ8OZyOfBo/s400/Pink+%26+Black+Shower+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; These were part of the pink &amp;amp; black shower.  They were really cute!  Oh it's so much fun to take creative license!  And most of the time the shower givers let me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This summer wasn't nearly as slow as I had anticipated.  I really thought July would be a lazy time---but NO!  It was extremely busy.  No complaints tho--it pays the bills!  The past two weeks were a little slower but the calls have been coming in this week.  One year ago today I was so afraid of jumping feet first into this venture.  I was working my final days at the school and trying to understand all of this catering.  Now, after one full year, it is so much more comfortable!  I do miss the office crew &amp;amp; the comradery that we shared--I have to stop in &amp;amp; see them every so often.  And they do call on me to provide food when needed, so the cord isn't completely severed!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But life has definitely changed.  And I am working my butt off and enjoying (almost) every moment!  Except when I drag home exhausted.  Which is at least 2 or 3 times a week.  But after a good nights rest, I'm ready to rock &amp;amp; roll again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AND--I have become an addict.  Yes, I admit it--I have joined the wonderful world of facebook. It has hooked me up with so many friends &amp;amp; acquaintances I haven't heard from in eons.  It's been fun to have popcorn conversations. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AND--hubby has gone back to work---yoo haw!!! We once again have insurance &amp;amp; steady income (from him).  I'm certain he feels better about himself also.  He's back in the aerospace business &amp;amp; we are fully aware that could change at any given moment.  But for now, we'll just take one day at a time.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, gotta run &amp;amp; email some quotes for fall events.  Just wanted all of my cyber friends to know I will still be reading your blogs! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3457041138173889683-5511966275841172546?l=littletownbiglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littletownbiglife.blogspot.com/feeds/5511966275841172546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3457041138173889683&amp;postID=5511966275841172546&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457041138173889683/posts/default/5511966275841172546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457041138173889683/posts/default/5511966275841172546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littletownbiglife.blogspot.com/2009/08/where-have-i-been.html' title='Where Have I Been????'/><author><name>Little Town Big Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546690682122855859</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/_BY5o7i4HT_4/Sondqldl1GI/AAAAAAAAA60/3qMI1eWdTFY/s72-c/Pink+%26+Black+Shower+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3457041138173889683.post-3667571232108492837</id><published>2009-08-03T17:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T18:00:22.394-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello August!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Gosh, where does the time go????  Today is the first Monday in August, kids are preparing to return to school, summer is winding down and today I had a ROOT CANAL!!!!  Yes, I know none of those things have anything to do with the other--sometimes I talk in circles!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I had today off &amp;amp; tomorrow also, then the calendar is full.  Don't you just love a day off?  Just the sound of it is relaxing!!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;So, not much going on--except the ROOT CANAL.  I must confess, it wasn't nearly as bad as I anticipated.  Well, that is, after the injection!  Since the tooth was a lower one, the entire nerve had to be blocked---ouch!  Then it had to be "renumbed" as I felt something!  Ouch!!!  After that it was smooth sailing.  The Dr appeared to be something like 15 years old.  It's sad how young the drs are looking these days.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;So now it's evening---I have tomorrow off---and I'm enjoying life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;You have a good evening &amp;amp; I'll post more later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3457041138173889683-3667571232108492837?l=littletownbiglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littletownbiglife.blogspot.com/feeds/3667571232108492837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3457041138173889683&amp;postID=3667571232108492837&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457041138173889683/posts/default/3667571232108492837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457041138173889683/posts/default/3667571232108492837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littletownbiglife.blogspot.com/2009/08/hello-august.html' title='Hello August!!'/><author><name>Little Town Big Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546690682122855859</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-3457041138173889683.post-1003838089701573240</id><published>2009-07-25T09:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T09:55:58.912-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Down Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I found some pictures taken last year during our Colorado vacation &amp;amp; thought I'd share them--perhaps again?  I don't remember!  Anyway, today I have a day off.  And I'm running around trying to do anything and nothing.  I start one thing then decide to go to another.  So, as usually happens, nothing will get finished!!!  Our days are so filled with timelines, committments, meetings, etc., that we have totally forgotten how to just "be".  Just sit &amp;amp; relax.  Try it---bet your mind's voice will start to tell you the house is dirty, the laundry needs folded, dinner needs planned, projects need finished, the lawn needs mowed.  And on and on and on it goes.  Until sometimes one just has to say STOP!!!  And see the flowers!!  (Nice seguey, huh????)&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/Sms3dQDrCmI/AAAAAAAAA6U/GGDErcT4zcM/s1600-h/Kelsi+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362440756980812386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/Sms3dQDrCmI/AAAAAAAAA6U/GGDErcT4zcM/s400/Kelsi+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'd love to be looking out the front window and see this--it was soo cool (temperature) there.  I'd like to just take it all in once more.  Guess in my mind's eye???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/Sms3dC2iUQI/AAAAAAAAA6M/lVc6XLrLr0Q/s1600-h/Kelsi+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362440753436053762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/Sms3dC2iUQI/AAAAAAAAA6M/lVc6XLrLr0Q/s400/Kelsi+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And these beautiful poppies---we were so enamored with the colors of the mountain flowers.  With all the 100 temps here, the flowers are spending all their energy here just surviving!   But up in the mountains, where the days are cool and the nights are cooler, and streams flow around each and every corner, the flowers can take the time to work on those gorgeous colors!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/Sms3cknImhI/AAAAAAAAA6E/X35jT_qKLv4/s1600-h/Kelsi+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362440745318390290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/Sms3cknImhI/AAAAAAAAA6E/X35jT_qKLv4/s400/Kelsi+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Aren't these lush?  They remind me of velvet.  Maybe a Valentine's flower, or a Mardi-gras flower.  Love those combinations of Mother Nature!!!   She's certainly not afraid to combine the most vibrant of colors in the most unusual of ways.  Extravagance of the eye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/Sms3cTyh9iI/AAAAAAAAA58/x5gkp9uMGDU/s1600-h/Kelsi+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362440740802786850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/Sms3cTyh9iI/AAAAAAAAA58/x5gkp9uMGDU/s400/Kelsi+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And now, I'm thinking of a couple of other things I can run to.  Oh right! Relax!!!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have a great day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3457041138173889683-1003838089701573240?l=littletownbiglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littletownbiglife.blogspot.com/feeds/1003838089701573240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3457041138173889683&amp;postID=1003838089701573240&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457041138173889683/posts/default/1003838089701573240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457041138173889683/posts/default/1003838089701573240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littletownbiglife.blogspot.com/2009/07/down-time.html' title='Down Time'/><author><name>Little Town Big Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546690682122855859</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/_BY5o7i4HT_4/Sms3dQDrCmI/AAAAAAAAA6U/GGDErcT4zcM/s72-c/Kelsi+007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3457041138173889683.post-4383577692458811235</id><published>2009-07-17T03:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T03:53:46.379-07:00</updated><title type='text'>But It Relieves Tension. . . . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SmBVK8XMHaI/AAAAAAAAA50/0QHb-3chN9E/s1600-h/Tooth+Image.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359377203061333410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 125px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 125px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SmBVK8XMHaI/AAAAAAAAA50/0QHb-3chN9E/s400/Tooth+Image.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My name is Pam and I am a tooth grinder---is there a Grinders Anonymous?  I grind my teeth in my sleep, when I'm pressured, and sometimes when nothing at all is going on!!  If not grinding, then I can sure put a "lock" on my jaw.  So anyway, I guess I have been grinding my teeth while sleeping, and now one of my teeth is uber sensitive.  It hurts to the touch--it hurts for no apparent reason.  So badly that I must take a pain pill daily (and I don't like taking pills, thank you Jefferson Starship).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let me describe my day yesterday &amp;amp; perhaps you'll join me in a good grind.  Hubby called me from the kitchen at 6:15 AM yesterday to let me know the filter on the ice machine had sprung a leak.  Water all over the floor--he needed to go on to his "other" job, so I rushed down with the shop vac to sop.  When I saw the leak hadn't slowed, I called my father-in-law (bless his heart) who brought his industrial sized shop vac &amp;amp; came to help out.  We sopped and mopped til we nearly dropped, then we stopped!  I had food to deliver--we sat a pan under the leak and rotated turns emptying it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Proceed with the morning:  I left for a delivery 30 minutes away, Karen left for a delivery 45 minutes away and we left father-in-law to deliver 15 minutes away for a bank board luncheon.  As I drove away from my delivery, he called &amp;amp; informed me that the luncheon was not this Thursday, but NEXT Thursday.  After calling the gal who scheduled it (and being told, "but I told you in my email"), I just smiled (read gritted my teeth) and told her we'd sure be there next week.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I pulled into a supply store I looked over and realized I had not taken the hot rolls into the delivery---back to the clinic at break neck speed to get those rolls in.  After all, the delivery was for 35 &amp;amp; some of them would have missed the rolls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, as I was driving home with the toothache, I broke down &amp;amp; called my dentist's office only to receive a recording that he wouldn't be back in the office til next Monday.   Egads!!!  Pop another pain pill.  No, I won't go to another dentist---I am terrified of them all &amp;amp; this one has "proven" himself to me, so it's him or nobody.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, at this point I was as low as a snake's belly and the phone rang.  I started to let the voicemail get it and ignore!  But being the responsible woman I am, I answered.  And I'm glad I did!  It was the secretary at the bank telling me the mix-up was indeed her fault &amp;amp; they wanted to go ahead &amp;amp; purchase the food for an ill employee!  Somehow, things always work out.  Somehow the silver lining shows up just before the trigger is pulled--ha ha.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And that, my dear friends, is why I am a tooth grinder.  Not an organ grinder, which has no painful affect on the body, but a tooth grinder.  And I shall remain in pain until next Monday.  Oh heck, it's not unbearable--not with the "magic pills" but it's there.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now another silver lining for today--I get to attend Affair of the Heart w/my BFF &amp;amp; Hank is coming to the house tonight.  See why the grinding stops????&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, you go and have a great weekend and keep the teeth apart!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3457041138173889683-4383577692458811235?l=littletownbiglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littletownbiglife.blogspot.com/feeds/4383577692458811235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3457041138173889683&amp;postID=4383577692458811235&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457041138173889683/posts/default/4383577692458811235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457041138173889683/posts/default/4383577692458811235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littletownbiglife.blogspot.com/2009/07/but-it-relieves-tension.html' title='But It Relieves Tension. . . . . .'/><author><name>Little Town Big Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546690682122855859</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/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SmBVK8XMHaI/AAAAAAAAA50/0QHb-3chN9E/s72-c/Tooth+Image.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3457041138173889683.post-8318248358256008508</id><published>2009-07-13T17:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T18:03:01.007-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sizzle!!!!</title><content type='html'>Wowza---it is hot, &lt;em&gt;hot&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;HOT&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; here in Oklahoma!!!  Like in the 100's hot.  Like eggs cooking on the sidewalk hot.  Like --- well just trust me, it's too hot to move!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to share some family pics with you today--we had yet another dinner (we love to eat!) this past Saturday evening at my sister's house.  And all the fam came out.  Gotta love those family gatherings.  Gotta love that food--  Anyway, here's one of my son and his precious girlfriend.  They have been dating for -- hey I think it's been about a year now--- and we have certainly been smitten with her.  She's a real doll--inside and out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SlvWtEiG8nI/AAAAAAAAA5k/_TpxsBRK1JE/s1600-h/Dinner+@+Jen"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358112251486597746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SlvWtEiG8nI/AAAAAAAAA5k/_TpxsBRK1JE/s400/Dinner+%40+Jen%27s+7-11-09+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And this--well need I say this is my favorite little man in the whole entire world?????  He's learning to swim and must have his goggles.  And his mommy.  He loves his mommy---he loves daddy too, but he LOVES his mommy.  I never knew I could love another little one as much as I did my own two, but it happened!  He stole my heart and I am besotted with him.  Can't stand it when he's away for too long---then I find ways to get my "Hank fix".  And now we're going to add another one----happy dance, happy dance!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SlvWslZ3XeI/AAAAAAAAA5c/2N0bc6GPrRI/s1600-h/Dinner+@+Jen"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358112243130523106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SlvWslZ3XeI/AAAAAAAAA5c/2N0bc6GPrRI/s400/Dinner+%40+Jen%27s+7-11-09+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Oh, how sneaky of this cake to jump in!!!  It was ordered for a baby shower Saturday morning.  The top layer is chocolate and the bottom vanilla.  They were greatly pleased with the way it turned out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SlvWsDAyDvI/AAAAAAAAA5U/s08k3GRe45s/s1600-h/Cake+7-11-09+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358112233898512114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SlvWsDAyDvI/AAAAAAAAA5U/s08k3GRe45s/s400/Cake+7-11-09+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, after the pic of the sneaky cake--back to the fam--here's Hank's mommy &amp;amp; daddy---my darling daughter &amp;amp; her hubby.  She's the best mommy a kid could wish for.  And she's a doting wife.  And a wonderful daughter----couldn't love her more!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SlvWtrCrPEI/AAAAAAAAA5s/bAMWuVko8zQ/s1600-h/Dinner+@+Jen"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358112261823740994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SlvWtrCrPEI/AAAAAAAAA5s/bAMWuVko8zQ/s400/Dinner+%40+Jen%27s+7-11-09+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, like all other parents, are sooooo proud of my kiddos.  They have each turned out so very well---hard working, compassionate, funny, loving, thoughtful---all those things you want to see in young adults.  So, I wanted to share them with you.  I don't do that too often, but today is the exception.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, about these HOT days----hard to believe that in 90 days --- just 3 months---it'll be fall, the leaves will be turning, football will be in full swing, the holidays will begin!!!   But today it's just HOT!!!  And when you work in a kitchen, the heat is monstrous!!!   Business is hopping--I've been so busy that I don't have time to think about anything else.  Well, almost--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enough for today--my brain is baked, and I must recline!!!   Have a great week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3457041138173889683-8318248358256008508?l=littletownbiglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littletownbiglife.blogspot.com/feeds/8318248358256008508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3457041138173889683&amp;postID=8318248358256008508&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457041138173889683/posts/default/8318248358256008508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457041138173889683/posts/default/8318248358256008508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littletownbiglife.blogspot.com/2009/07/sizzle.html' title='Sizzle!!!!'/><author><name>Little Town Big Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546690682122855859</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/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SlvWtEiG8nI/AAAAAAAAA5k/_TpxsBRK1JE/s72-c/Dinner+%40+Jen%27s+7-11-09+012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3457041138173889683.post-1920661309165409034</id><published>2009-07-05T16:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T17:13:31.167-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Happy 4th!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SlE-d9ZE7HI/AAAAAAAAA5E/j8mQCdqpxxk/s1600-h/July+4th+09+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355130116337101938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SlE-d9ZE7HI/AAAAAAAAA5E/j8mQCdqpxxk/s400/July+4th+09+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;My goodness!  It was a day for sitting (lounging) around with family &amp;amp; friends at Granny's annual 4th of July cookout, swimming party &amp;amp; fireworks show!!  Above is my nephew's son, Tucker, who just turned 2, but knows how to kick back!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SlE-c2IdnJI/AAAAAAAAA40/Iwv_ApzQXL0/s1600-h/July+4th+09+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355130097208499346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SlE-c2IdnJI/AAAAAAAAA40/Iwv_ApzQXL0/s400/July+4th+09+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The morning started out with thunderstorms, lightning bolts &amp;amp; torrents of rain, but by 1:00 the sun had come out, the storms subsided &amp;amp; it was off to the pool.  Above is Hank the Tank having a moment of total glee in the pool.  With 3 little ones under the age of 5 one can only imagine the giggles &amp;amp; silliness that was had!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tucker, Hank &amp;amp; Natalie, along with Uncle Nate, played and played in the pool.  Natalie was the big winner in the swimming pool--she can swim without a life jacket and dive off the board.  Tucker &amp;amp; Hank splased around in the whirlpool where they could walk around the step from side to side.  I didn't get the picture of all the kids (30 and under) playing with the mega shooters Granny supplied.  Boy, did we have fun and get wet.  I've never heard so many happy laughs!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SlE-daXliHI/AAAAAAAAA48/3W1H5illqtg/s1600-h/July+4th+09+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355130106935609458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SlE-daXliHI/AAAAAAAAA48/3W1H5illqtg/s400/July+4th+09+020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Uncle Alex showed Hank the proper (???) stance for golfing---we only let him hit the used smoke bombs.  Golf balls are toooo dangerous in large groups!!  But Uncle Alex is Hank's "look up to" guy &amp;amp; the little smoke bomb holders were great for this!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SlE-coZg-3I/AAAAAAAAA4s/Tprp4b9mjUE/s1600-h/July+4th+09+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355130093521927026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SlE-coZg-3I/AAAAAAAAA4s/Tprp4b9mjUE/s400/July+4th+09+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no visit to Granny &amp;amp; Grumps' house is complete without the golf cart ride.  Natalie lives next door, but she'll jump at the chance to get on the cart with Hank &amp;amp; Grumps to drive to her house.  Granny &amp;amp; Grumps live on a cul de sac, and golf cart rides around the area are one of the favorite pastimes!!   Hank will to any time anyone gets on the cart &amp;amp; is happy with any length of ride!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sof after all the swimming, we "dived" into hamburgers, hotdogs, corn on the cob, coleslaw, pasta salad, fresh tomatoes, apple dumplings, blackberry cobbler, chocolate cake, home churned ice cream, lemonade &amp;amp; iced tea.  Yummy!!  So much to eat it took the entire day &amp;amp; night!!  Sounds like alot of food no?  Well, there were around 20 people there --so alot of food was required!!!  Oh, forgot to add the fruit pizza made with fresh strawberries &amp;amp; blueberries!!  Even the corn was fresh!  Love summer's bounty!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The sun finally went down, and the fireworks began.  Everyone in the cul de sac had their own loot, so we got 4 times the show for one price!!! ha ha ha    And several neighborhoods on acreages within the mile area were adding to the send off.  Booms &amp;amp; blasts &amp;amp; colors galore!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Would you believe---we cleaned up the carport, took down all the folding chairs, moved all the food indoors, picked up all the trash, shut down the happening AND   the rain began once again!!    Just as we arrived at home--safe &amp;amp; sound!!!   We didn't have to wash off the drive way on Sunday after all---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope you all had a joyous 4th---we sure did.  Thank you Lord for our family with all their quirks and our friends.  We are soooo blessed!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3457041138173889683-1920661309165409034?l=littletownbiglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littletownbiglife.blogspot.com/feeds/1920661309165409034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3457041138173889683&amp;postID=1920661309165409034&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457041138173889683/posts/default/1920661309165409034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457041138173889683/posts/default/1920661309165409034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littletownbiglife.blogspot.com/2009/07/happy-4th.html' title='A Happy 4th!!'/><author><name>Little Town Big Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546690682122855859</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/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SlE-d9ZE7HI/AAAAAAAAA5E/j8mQCdqpxxk/s72-c/July+4th+09+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3457041138173889683.post-8827351956549290796</id><published>2009-06-22T16:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T16:55:18.135-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's A Gal To Do?????</title><content type='html'>Blogging, facebook, twitter------email, IMs,-----wow--one could spend all day &amp;amp; all night on the computer just commenting &amp;amp; posting.  Do you suppose we will begin to talk like robots, with no voice inflection whatsoever?  Will we become so used to the computer scene that we forget expressions of the face, body language, etc?  Say it ain't so!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am as guilty of the next about sitting down to check up on all my cyberfriends &amp;amp; ready my fav blogs.  BUT don't ya just miss seeing those sparkling eyes across the table from you?  And aren't friendly hugs great?  And the ups and downs of the human voice when excited, tired, angry, and so forth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love cards--real paper cards.  Could spend hour after hour in a card store just picking out cards to send to friends and family--for no reason at all.  I love writing with a pen or pencil;  love to receive snail mail and send it too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey--make a deal with me--no matter how cyber intelligent we get, let's not forget good old Hallmark---or Bic for that matter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love looking over the letters received from years past --- especially those of long gone relatives.  Great Aunt Sophie, Granma Tommy, Granny Mae---looking at that handwriting reminds me of a time which I long to return.   Somehow, I don't think printing out emails will have the same affect on my spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, tho I love checking the posts, let's not forget to take pen in hand. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And read more real books!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great one!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3457041138173889683-8827351956549290796?l=littletownbiglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littletownbiglife.blogspot.com/feeds/8827351956549290796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3457041138173889683&amp;postID=8827351956549290796&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457041138173889683/posts/default/8827351956549290796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457041138173889683/posts/default/8827351956549290796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littletownbiglife.blogspot.com/2009/06/whats-gal-to-do.html' title='What&apos;s A Gal To Do?????'/><author><name>Little Town Big Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546690682122855859</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-3457041138173889683.post-6539010305577964480</id><published>2009-06-16T11:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T11:43:36.818-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Brand New Me!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hey friends &amp;amp; foe---I have another blog!  It's all about the kitchen, so go over to:  threesisterskitchen.blogspot &amp;amp; check it out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Now remember, I haven't had alot of time to customize this site--bear with me &amp;amp; it'll get better &amp;amp; prettier with time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I'm still keeping up with this blog-but it's going to continue to be my "personal therapy" while the kitchen blog will be "scenes from a caterer's life".  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Come on over!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3457041138173889683-6539010305577964480?l=littletownbiglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littletownbiglife.blogspot.com/feeds/6539010305577964480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3457041138173889683&amp;postID=6539010305577964480&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457041138173889683/posts/default/6539010305577964480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457041138173889683/posts/default/6539010305577964480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littletownbiglife.blogspot.com/2009/06/brand-new-me.html' title='A Brand New Me!!!'/><author><name>Little Town Big Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546690682122855859</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-3457041138173889683.post-1310135936251946015</id><published>2009-06-06T18:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T18:22:51.798-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Royal Delight</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SisSwNH7wqI/AAAAAAAAA4k/6hBr1Qmzv0s/s1600-h/pink+princess.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344386002171183778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 164px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 137px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SisSwNH7wqI/AAAAAAAAA4k/6hBr1Qmzv0s/s400/pink+princess.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Wow!  What a fun day I have had.  This morning I co-hosted a "Princess Tea" at the local library.  It was the brainstorm of mine &amp;amp; another young lady who lives near my in-laws &amp;amp; has a daughter 4 years old.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;We started talking about how fun it would be, how it could benefit the library in signing kids for the summer reading program, etc., etc.  So--we limited it to 25 young ladies under the age of 10 years who would be required to attend with their mom or another adult.  The library put a blurb about it in the local news &amp;amp; told the "storytime" group, and within a few days, the event was full.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Most of the young ladies were ages 4-7--and they dressed like princesses!  They were sooooo cute in their princess dresses (some complete with wings!!), and upon their arrival, they were each given their tiara, which they wore with pride!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Clear plastic teacups were at each place setting, which they were instructed to decorate with sticky-backed foam shapes.  They were also given foam wands to glue sequins onto.  They were instructed in the proper way for a princess to wave, curtsey, and walk.  After having a storytime (which was interactive!!), they were treated to mini-muffins &amp;amp; crown shaped sugar cookies.  Their "tea" was actually punch--we didn't think the little ones should have tea!!  They ate and talked, moms took pictures, and then for the really fun event--we had a "princess parade" through the library (upstairs) to the delight of patrons who happened to be in the library.  The young "princesses" waved with their most royal wave, walked like they owned the kingdom, gathered for a group photo and curtseyed good-bye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;It had been such a long time since I had interacted with youngsters like this that the fun was actually all mine!!!  Reading to the princesses was so much fun--and they were the most well-behaved group I have been around in a long time.  I'll post some pics later.  You just HAVE to see some of these princesses!!  AND--we all decided this should be an annual event--along with a Christmas Tea.  Of course, the library (being politically correct) must do something for the young lads, so in August, we will attempt to have a Pirate Gathering!  Not quite certain what this will entail, but I'll bet it's every bit as fun!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;After having a delightful time with the princesses, I rushed home &amp;amp; had lunch with my daughter &amp;amp; Hank.  One of Hank's little 2nd cousins was celebrating his 2nd birthday, and they came early to visit.  So the first thing we did was take Hank to eat at his favorite place in town--Jalapeno's Mexican.  It 's yummy, yummy, yummy and he loves the salsa, rice &amp;amp; quesadillas.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Then it was off to a playground park where we met the rest of Tucker's family (on both sides) and played til we almost, really!  almost, dropped from exhaustion.  The playground is new, has lots of "little" kid slides, walls to climb, bouncy cars, etc., and the three 2nd cousins, Hank, Michael &amp;amp; Tucker, had a great time.  It was all outside, so they could be as LOUD and BOYISH as they wanted!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I can't imagine anything that is more refreshing than spending a day with children, watching them play with "imagination", hearing them talk to one another, seeing the twinkle in their eyes and the laughter in their voices.  It's been a day of true wonder---from princesses to little boys who love dirt.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3457041138173889683-1310135936251946015?l=littletownbiglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littletownbiglife.blogspot.com/feeds/1310135936251946015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3457041138173889683&amp;postID=1310135936251946015&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457041138173889683/posts/default/1310135936251946015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457041138173889683/posts/default/1310135936251946015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littletownbiglife.blogspot.com/2009/06/royal-delight.html' title='A Royal Delight'/><author><name>Little Town Big Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546690682122855859</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/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SisSwNH7wqI/AAAAAAAAA4k/6hBr1Qmzv0s/s72-c/pink+princess.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3457041138173889683.post-3964643941152335872</id><published>2009-05-29T15:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T15:21:31.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Way To Go Penny!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SiBdNuzUVJI/AAAAAAAAA4c/-vBIKdc4wps/s1600-h/retirement.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341371648544363666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 125px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SiBdNuzUVJI/AAAAAAAAA4c/-vBIKdc4wps/s400/retirement.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Penny the Queen has retired from her career as an elementary teacher.  She spent 30 years in the classroom as a special ed teacher &amp;amp; then as a 2nd grade teacher.  Wow---way to go!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, Penny isn't "old" by any means!!  She just took advantage of the earliest she could retire.  I am envious!  To have the leisure of picking &amp;amp; choosing what you do with each &amp;amp; every day.  I don't know if I'll EVER retire--but I may quit-ha ha ha!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's a shame that more people can't depend on retirement anymore.  Many, many companies have done away with retirement funds, opting instead to let individuals manage their retirement through 401Ks &amp;amp; such.  I truly don't understand alot (or even a little) about all of this, but I do know that persons of my dad's age could depend on retirement--without managing their own.  And they could depend on continued health insurance along with the retirement.    Today, we all just feel lucky if we don't receive pink slips on Fridays.  Or if the companies haven't sold, declared bankruptcy, etc., etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Which brings me to this question--why the heck didn't I just marry a rock star????   By the age I now am, the rock star would have either been stashed in a rehab home or slowed down and quit the vices!  They could have ended up talking/thinking like Ozzie---but I think Sharon has him pretty much under control.  Now consider that--she put up with several years of bad behavior, but now she enjoys the bank accounts and she can tell him what to do.  Ah, she must be feeling sweet revenge.  Ok, so my mind is going off on it's own "trip"!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today is Friday &amp;amp; the weekend is a bit full, but not near like last weekend.  I may actually have a chance to sit on the back porch &amp;amp; enjoy the heat.  Or pull some weeds from the garden.  Do you supposed Ozzie &amp;amp; Sharon ever set on the porch--ok, ok enough with the Ozzie &amp;amp; Sharon questions--they just got stuck in my brain &amp;amp; won't leave!!!  I wasn't even an Ozzie fan.  Until the reality show &amp;amp; commercials.  OK  I PROMISE  no more talk of O &amp;amp; S!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The weatherman just said it would be a boring weekend weather wise---that means none of the shows will be interrupted---and all the season finales are done.  We can watch reruns in their entirety!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, must sign off for now.  I'm rambling &amp;amp; am aware of it!!!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe something major will come through my head that makes alot of sense, and is worth sharing tomorrow!! One can only hope!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3457041138173889683-3964643941152335872?l=littletownbiglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littletownbiglife.blogspot.com/feeds/3964643941152335872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3457041138173889683&amp;postID=3964643941152335872&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457041138173889683/posts/default/3964643941152335872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457041138173889683/posts/default/3964643941152335872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littletownbiglife.blogspot.com/2009/05/way-to-go-penny.html' title='Way To Go Penny!!'/><author><name>Little Town Big Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546690682122855859</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/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SiBdNuzUVJI/AAAAAAAAA4c/-vBIKdc4wps/s72-c/retirement.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3457041138173889683.post-1261312545122224115</id><published>2009-05-20T18:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T18:24:19.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spiderman Came To Play</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/ShSq3G6hshI/AAAAAAAAA4U/H3LOFCGpPSg/s1600-h/Spiderman+Hank+@+Taboulifest+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338079322066498066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/ShSq3G6hshI/AAAAAAAAA4U/H3LOFCGpPSg/s400/Spiderman+Hank+%40+Taboulifest+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Spiderman came to my house this weekend!  He spent  Saturday &amp;amp; Sunday night.  His mom came down with strep &amp;amp; she needed to rest---hey!  I don't care what the reason is---I love to play with Spiderman!!  ha ha ha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He actually had his face painted at a "Tabouleh Fest" a couple of weeks ago--I just thought it was so cute I wanted to share it with you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And, as we weren't booked on Monday, I got to stay home with him.  We played, went on a walk, planted flowers, took a nap--when Hubby got home from the kitchen I told him this was a BAD idea for me to stay home &amp;amp; keep Spiderman.  Now that's all I want to do.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I truly think this is what I was created for--to stay home &amp;amp; care for my children, grandchildren, home &amp;amp; yard.  This is where I excel--this is where I am the most content--this is where I find the most reward.   I stayed home with my children til they were in middle school;  at that time our family business went south, and I had to find employment to supplement income.  I think that was the saddest day!  I used to have dinners on the table, volunteer, make gifts for all, bake for others, and on and on.  I was a regular Aunt Bee!  And I loved it completely--without reservation!  I keep thinking one of these days I'll get to do that again.  Except there won't be little ones under my hem.  Maybe I'll get to have the grandkids more often.  Anyway, Spiderman needs an Aunt Bee type Ya Ya!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday I cleaned out a much ignored flowerbed.  It took lots of sweat and muscle, but today it looks soooo pretty!  And I have moved some fern, and now I have some canna from my mother's garden waiting to be planted.  Ah, spring--how we love rebirth--  the promise of a flourish of life.  Spring &amp;amp; fall --those are my most favorite times of the year.  It has been raining alot here the past few weeks, and now the outside has really greened up---and the plants are raising their heads from deep winter slumber.  It gives a soul such hope.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, must go for now.  Tomorrow through Saturday are going to be busy work days--have a wedding for 350 to prepare a full meal for, along with 2 lunches on Thursday and one on Friday.  But it sure was nice to have a reprieve from work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy spring!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3457041138173889683-1261312545122224115?l=littletownbiglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littletownbiglife.blogspot.com/feeds/1261312545122224115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3457041138173889683&amp;postID=1261312545122224115&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457041138173889683/posts/default/1261312545122224115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457041138173889683/posts/default/1261312545122224115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littletownbiglife.blogspot.com/2009/05/spiderman-came-to-play.html' title='Spiderman Came To Play'/><author><name>Little Town Big Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546690682122855859</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/_BY5o7i4HT_4/ShSq3G6hshI/AAAAAAAAA4U/H3LOFCGpPSg/s72-c/Spiderman+Hank+%40+Taboulifest+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3457041138173889683.post-5548129503464113811</id><published>2009-05-14T18:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T18:18:11.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Graduate</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SgzBnVS2JkI/AAAAAAAAA4M/U-mydkKTsi8/s1600-h/Jennifer"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335852540002444866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SgzBnVS2JkI/AAAAAAAAA4M/U-mydkKTsi8/s400/Jennifer%27s+Graduation+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is my sister;  she graduated from OSU-Tulsa on Monday night.   I am sooo very proud of her.  After high school she, as did I, married &amp;amp; began a family.  She had some unfortunate set-backs which delayed her goal of a degree in finance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But perserverence, which is one of her strongest traits, served her well.  She attained her goal and now has her degree in finance.  All the while working 40+ hours a week, raising two wonderful children (one a Jr in HS, one a Jr in college), volunteering, and succeeding in marriage.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She is awesome--I can't say enough about how proud I am of her.  Of course, I would be proud of my lil sis even if she didn't finish this chapter of her life, but knowing the effort she devoted to this, I can't beam enough!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I never finished my degree;  perhaps that adds to my pride in her.  I got my associate's and, not knowing what I wanted to do, and being so caught up in being wife &amp;amp;mother (no, I don't regret that one iota!), I just didn't finish.  And anyway--I'm a caterer!  I have certifications in areas that relate to that &amp;amp; I'm happy with that.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Way to go sis!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3457041138173889683-5548129503464113811?l=littletownbiglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littletownbiglife.blogspot.com/feeds/5548129503464113811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3457041138173889683&amp;postID=5548129503464113811&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457041138173889683/posts/default/5548129503464113811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457041138173889683/posts/default/5548129503464113811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littletownbiglife.blogspot.com/2009/05/graduate.html' title='The Graduate'/><author><name>Little Town Big Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546690682122855859</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/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SgzBnVS2JkI/AAAAAAAAA4M/U-mydkKTsi8/s72-c/Jennifer%27s+Graduation+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3457041138173889683.post-568694719307819477</id><published>2009-05-08T00:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T00:33:50.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Has Anyone Seen An Extra Mind Floating Around???</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sometimes I wonder how in this big ole world I get through another day!! Sometimes I wonder where in the world my mind went!!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;This evening we had a big catering event--in addition to two lunches, a cookie order &amp;amp; a cake order.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Well, things were rockin along so well.  The lunches went out without any problems, the cookies were done WAY ahead of time, the cake is on schedule, and it appears that the evening is going to be all ahead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;As we are loading, the contact person calls and asks if things are going well.  Well yes, I said, in fact we're loading now.  This is at 4:45.  I had us down to arrive at 6:00.   Since she called I began to wonder--hmmmm, so I called her back to confirm eating time and she said 6:00!!!   WHOOPS--I had the time on the schedule board ONE HOUR late!!! Luckily we were all loaded and I YELLED "let's roll!".  We took off like Flash Gordon on his way to save the universe and we made the 30 minute trip in a mere 20---don't tell---we did break some speed limits!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;So, we pull up and they have some help unloading and she asks "Do you have tablecloths" and I reply, of course, for the serving table.  She replied "You are supposed to have them for the other tables".  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;It all comes back in harsh reality---she wanted to use my tablecloths.  I had it on the order sheet and forgot to transpose it to the schedule board.  I was soooo embarrassed!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;The good part was, this was a high school sports banquet, they were in the cafeteria, and she wasn't upset at all.  Bless her heart!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;And we sat up in 15 minutes and had the serving line going on time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;So to make up for my faux pas, I bussed all the tables and served all the dessert to the tables instead of the buffet line.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Ever feel like you just missed the mark?   They loved the food, and we had nothing but compliments, but I felt like such a dork!  Forgetting the time AND the tablecloths.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I suppose accidents will happen, and things like this will occur.  I think they happen to keep us on top of the game, but I will mentally beat myself up all next week for this!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Where oh where can my little mind be?  Or where oh where did it go???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3457041138173889683-568694719307819477?l=littletownbiglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littletownbiglife.blogspot.com/feeds/568694719307819477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3457041138173889683&amp;postID=568694719307819477&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457041138173889683/posts/default/568694719307819477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457041138173889683/posts/default/568694719307819477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littletownbiglife.blogspot.com/2009/05/has-anyone-seen-extra-mind-floating.html' title='Has Anyone Seen An Extra Mind Floating Around???'/><author><name>Little Town Big Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546690682122855859</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-3457041138173889683.post-4572131739794021672</id><published>2009-04-29T08:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T08:54:29.441-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Did You Miss It????</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/Sfh2D5O7QCI/AAAAAAAAA4A/VG4nkK34IhA/s1600-h/Hank+&amp;amp;+Cat+Wall+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330139968268091426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/Sfh2D5O7QCI/AAAAAAAAA4A/VG4nkK34IhA/s400/Hank+%26+Cat+Wall+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This is a wall at the local Barnes &amp;amp; Noble store.  Just a stone wall;  the kind they use at lots &amp;amp; lots of shopping centers.  Just a wall you walk/drive by weekly or more.  Now, look, really look at the wall.  Do you see it?  Some one had the creative vision to look at the wall &amp;amp; SEE more than stone &amp;amp; mortar.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/Sfh2Dvhw0AI/AAAAAAAAA34/C-YD5ws-4OM/s1600-h/Hank+&amp;amp;+Cat+Wall+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330139965662744578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/Sfh2Dvhw0AI/AAAAAAAAA34/C-YD5ws-4OM/s400/Hank+%26+Cat+Wall+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;There you go!  Now you see it!  Someone looked at the pattern of this plain old, ordinary stone &amp;amp; saw the soul within!!  This kitty cat came to reside at Barnes &amp;amp; Noble when the place was built, and has hidden for all these years.  Well, I don't actually know when the kitty was released, but I've been going to the store since it opened &amp;amp; didn't see it til hubby pointed it out.  And I thought he wasn't into the arts!!  ha ha  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;This makes me wonder how many millions of opportunities we miss in the ordinary.  How many insights we walk right by on our way to "getting there"!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Remember as a child lying on the ground and seeing the visions in clouds?  Well, hallelujah!  They aren't just in the clouds.  They are in the each &amp;amp; every day that we glide through.  They are in the trees, the stones, the clouds, and possibly, the faces of those around us.  You know, the ones we hurry past--don't want to take any more time than necessary to get where we are going;  so we can turn around and not take any more time than necessary to get back---just so we can turn around and get there again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Well, I challenge you to seek out the opportunities for blessings today.  And every day.  Look further than surface value--or look at the surface more intently.  Peer into what the wall, nature or the eyes looking back at you are really like.  And, in the process, reveal yourself.  Don't be afraid to take a picture, give a hug, truly care "how it's going".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Open your mind to the possibilities.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3457041138173889683-4572131739794021672?l=littletownbiglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littletownbiglife.blogspot.com/feeds/4572131739794021672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3457041138173889683&amp;postID=4572131739794021672&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457041138173889683/posts/default/4572131739794021672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457041138173889683/posts/default/4572131739794021672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littletownbiglife.blogspot.com/2009/04/did-you-miss-it.html' title='Did You Miss It????'/><author><name>Little Town Big Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546690682122855859</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/_BY5o7i4HT_4/Sfh2D5O7QCI/AAAAAAAAA4A/VG4nkK34IhA/s72-c/Hank+%26+Cat+Wall+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3457041138173889683.post-1185170361200258112</id><published>2009-04-17T10:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T10:28:13.862-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All Quiet?????</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/Sei4AefwUSI/AAAAAAAAA3w/YZFaUfi_lwA/s1600-h/Sleeping+Tabby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325708877691375906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 97px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/Sei4AefwUSI/AAAAAAAAA3w/YZFaUfi_lwA/s400/Sleeping+Tabby.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A friend mentioned on my facebook page that all had been quiet around my place. NOT!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/Sei34z0RjcI/AAAAAAAAA3o/3XQ-S7CLcgk/s1600-h/stressed+out+cat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325708745975631298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 125px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 125px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/Sei34z0RjcI/AAAAAAAAA3o/3XQ-S7CLcgk/s400/stressed+out+cat.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what it looks like inside my head--ha ha! Over the past 4 weeks my mother in law has had 4 ambulance rides to the hospital &amp;amp; one lifeflight ride. She has had a mild heart attack, and a week later, a serious heart attack. She went to the ER all times with excessive nosebleeds and didn't even know that she was having the heart attacks. In fact, the last "serious" one was pointed out by the EMTs on the ambulance ride!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, (fingers crossed) we think all is well. The serious heart attack involved 99% blockage of a major artery that was the result of taking her off her Plavix for 6 days to stop the nosebleed! No damage but she did have a stint put in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As for the bleeds? Well the ENT Dr has a plan. She must take the Plavix, and they can't give her anethseatic (sp) to cauterize the nose, so they have adjusted her blood pressure meds, and at keeping the pressure to 120 or under, her nose won't bleed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now aren't you glad I shared that with you????? The really stressful happening is that hubby is the "go to" child &amp;amp; is the one who goes to the house in the middle of the night, rides to the hospital, and stays to hear Dr reports. Bless his heart, he hasn't had much rest the past 4 weeks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And this has been another BUSY catering time. For which we are extremely grateful! But it does take away from times that could be used for catching up on "zzzzz's". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And ---the &lt;strong&gt;GOOD NEWS&lt;/strong&gt;---- Hank is going to be a Big Brother!!!!! Yea!!!!! I am sooooo excited. And so are Hank's parents! I've been so blessed by having Hank in my life that I am ready for more! The arrival will happen around the 6th of December--which happens to be my son's birthday!! Can't wait to find out what it will be so I can start the "packrat" syndrome for babies! So many sales right now &amp;amp; so much I want to begin making. I can feel the projects keeping me up into the wee hours. Yippee!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just read an article in an area newspaper that was entitled "Making Memories". I always want to plan these "big events" to make memories for family &amp;amp; friends. And then I'm so tired that I don't even remember them!! But it is important to make memories--that's all we can really hold on to. Today Hank &amp;amp; I took a walk and talked about all the things we saw. I know at 3 he won't remember that, but I will---it's one for my books! And then we sat and put stickers in proper places in his Hot Wheels sticker book. Talk about fun. Just listening to the words of a child can be so uplifting (and doggone funny!).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He put a sticker on his wooden table and when I told him not to, that it would ruin the table he looked me straight in the eye and said "It will not wuin it! What;s a wuin anyway?" Good question!! What is a "wuin"!!! I'm certain my kids said the same cute phrases, but I've learned to pay closer attention to Hank. I want to hang on his each &amp;amp; every word. They go by so quickly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I feel I've captured your ear long enough with my boring recounts of life as I experience it. So I'll close for now and wish all of you a memory filled weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/Sei3Fh1hz5I/AAAAAAAAA3g/0ol2fHtO59I/s1600-h/Sleeping+Tabby.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3457041138173889683-1185170361200258112?l=littletownbiglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littletownbiglife.blogspot.com/feeds/1185170361200258112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3457041138173889683&amp;postID=1185170361200258112&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457041138173889683/posts/default/1185170361200258112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457041138173889683/posts/default/1185170361200258112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littletownbiglife.blogspot.com/2009/04/all-quiet.html' title='All Quiet?????'/><author><name>Little Town Big Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546690682122855859</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/_BY5o7i4HT_4/Sei4AefwUSI/AAAAAAAAA3w/YZFaUfi_lwA/s72-c/Sleeping+Tabby.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3457041138173889683.post-1213737170204658472</id><published>2009-04-10T20:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T20:15:36.042-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What Movie Are YOU Watching????</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SeAJQZ5dLMI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/bLVZBvpl1aA/s1600-h/monstersvsaliens.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323264936986356930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 108px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SeAJQZ5dLMI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/bLVZBvpl1aA/s400/monstersvsaliens.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Tonight Hank has come to spend the night---and we went to watch this movie.  It's cute, but not up to the Pixar standard.  However, Hank liked it and that's what matters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I hope everyone is going to have a blessed Easter.  After the past week, I have plenty of blessings to count!  My mother in law suffered a serious heart attack on Monday;  she was released on Thursday and is doing quite well.  Makes you stop and take stock of priorities and important issues.  And it makes me stop and appreciate the lives that are so entertwined with mine.  Family, friends and acquaintances.  I am so blessed to have family that is close by, that we love, that are active parts of our lives.  I have friends that are ready to stop &amp;amp; listen or kick up their heels in fun at a moment's notice.  And I have acquaintances who bring such interest into my life.  I can't imagine being secluded from family, not having close friends, and not having all the characters who round out this life.  The old adage "others come in to your life for a time, a reason, or a season" is true beyond belief.  And we can learn so very much from all those who cross our paths.  And I give thanks for each &amp;amp; every life I've had the privilege to cross paths with!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;And I am so thankful for this Easter season to stop and be reminded of the resurrection.  And what it means to me.  And what it has given to me.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Tomorrow morning we're having chocolate chip pancakes and hot tea---Hank's request!  And while he's eating breakfast, I'm going to hide plastic eggs and then we'll have a private Easter egg hunt!  Without all the hoopla that will happen on Sunday with all the family around.  Not that I don't want that too, but this year I have Hank captive for a time and I'm going to take full advantage!!  Making memories!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Well, it's time to call it quits for the night &amp;amp; convince Hank that it's bedtime.  That should be fun!!  And then--off to bed for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Have a happy Easter!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3457041138173889683-1213737170204658472?l=littletownbiglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littletownbiglife.blogspot.com/feeds/1213737170204658472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3457041138173889683&amp;postID=1213737170204658472&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457041138173889683/posts/default/1213737170204658472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457041138173889683/posts/default/1213737170204658472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littletownbiglife.blogspot.com/2009/04/what-movie-are-you-watching.html' title='What Movie Are YOU Watching????'/><author><name>Little Town Big Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546690682122855859</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/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SeAJQZ5dLMI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/bLVZBvpl1aA/s72-c/monstersvsaliens.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3457041138173889683.post-6460559609503624966</id><published>2009-03-30T18:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T19:01:45.265-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hellooooo Monday!!!</title><content type='html'>I have never been so glad to see a Monday!  The past week was B.U.S.Y.----overbooked again.  It seems to be my mode of operation.  I just hate turning people down.  And so, on Thursday evening it began--we had 2 events in town.  I sent one crew to feed 150 and I took the other crew to feed 70.  Of course that made for a late night.  And we had a breakfast and two lunches the next day!!!  And I was preparing a three tiered 9 layer wedding cake for Saturday.  That made for a late Friday night.  We got home and at 10:30 my mother in law was taken to the hospital--hubby had to go out and wait for the ambulance with father in law, then ride to the hospital with him.  She had a voracious nosebleed.  They sent her home around midnight--after we went &amp;amp; got her meds filled.  Then up again and work on the cake Saturday.  In the snow.  Heavy snow!  It snowed and snowed and snowed.  It was beautiful--and treacherous for cake delivery.  Anyway, the cake was delivered and set up and ---  began to lean.  Like the Tower of Pisa!  The bride had requested a fruit filling, which was not too stable.  And I learned the hard way that the remaining layers &amp;amp; the design she chose would work!  So we took the top 2 layers off, removed the leaning layer, reset the top 2 and went on.  Totally exhausted.  But there was still some finishing up to do at the kitchen.  Got home and thought we were settled in for the night---midnight phone call---mother in law back to hospital.  Nosebleed again.  But this time they sent her on to the Tulsa hospital and called for an ENT specialist;  he deemed her nose the least of the problem--her resting heart rate was 125.  And so she's in the hospital.  We're home.  And all of us have lots of rest to catch up on!!!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad Monday is finally here! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week isn't quite as busy--except for Friday and Saturday!!!   Here we go again!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I know this isn't much of a fun post---I'm mainly shooting off steam.  Thanks for listening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully my funnybone will return soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good evening!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3457041138173889683-6460559609503624966?l=littletownbiglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littletownbiglife.blogspot.com/feeds/6460559609503624966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3457041138173889683&amp;postID=6460559609503624966&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457041138173889683/posts/default/6460559609503624966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457041138173889683/posts/default/6460559609503624966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littletownbiglife.blogspot.com/2009/03/hellooooo-monday.html' title='Hellooooo Monday!!!'/><author><name>Little Town Big Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546690682122855859</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-3457041138173889683.post-786000246563188246</id><published>2009-03-21T16:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T16:44:10.602-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I've Been Tagged---WATCH OUT!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/ScVySHv3CNI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/sCHP4zOI-iU/s1600-h/Chuck+E+Cheese+Party+031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315780590823737554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/ScVySHv3CNI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/sCHP4zOI-iU/s400/Chuck+E+Cheese+Party+031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I've been tagged---this is my first official tag!  Michelle the Mosaic Queen tagged me &amp;amp; it goes like this--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Take a picture of yourself right now--do not go freshen up the face, do not straighten your hair or change clothes--take your picture.  And then you must tag 5 others.  Hmmm---do I know 5 people to tag???  I'll tag Penny, Kari, Tommie, Amber &amp;amp; Erin.  And as I don't have links, I'll have to leave them all a messsage on their blogs!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;We had the obligatory 3rd birthday party for Hank today.  It was his first "real" party with people outside of family and it was at Chuck E Cheese!  Rowdy, raucious, loud, chaotic---everything that appeals to Hank.  He was in his element.  And he was very, very good.  Even ate 2 pieces of pizza and cupcakes!  Even thanked everyone for the gifts &amp;amp; for coming.  What a doll!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;We've been at the kitchen for 7 days a week for the past 2 months.  It's been hard to come home &amp;amp; blog, but I'll try to do better.  We've had daytime, evening and weekend deliveries &amp;amp; work--hey, I'm NOT complaining, just explaining why I have been elusive in blogland---and why my blogs aren't toooooo interesting.  I have "iron poor tired brain " syndrome;  at times I can't even think!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Well, I'm gonna go &amp;amp; veg out for the rest of tonight.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Have a great Sunday!  Be Blessed!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3457041138173889683-786000246563188246?l=littletownbiglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littletownbiglife.blogspot.com/feeds/786000246563188246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3457041138173889683&amp;postID=786000246563188246&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457041138173889683/posts/default/786000246563188246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457041138173889683/posts/default/786000246563188246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littletownbiglife.blogspot.com/2009/03/ive-been-tagged-watch-out.html' title='I&apos;ve Been Tagged---WATCH OUT!!!'/><author><name>Little Town Big Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546690682122855859</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/_BY5o7i4HT_4/ScVySHv3CNI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/sCHP4zOI-iU/s72-c/Chuck+E+Cheese+Party+031.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3457041138173889683.post-2443298475232068471</id><published>2009-03-14T08:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T08:40:00.428-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Miss Mayberry</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SbvKy_KI4sI/AAAAAAAAA3I/w7Sw40vGEXE/s1600-h/Mayberry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313063162709861058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 108px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 145px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SbvKy_KI4sI/AAAAAAAAA3I/w7Sw40vGEXE/s400/Mayberry.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I miss Mayberry--ok, I've never been to Mayberry;  don't know if there really is one.  I guess I miss the "essence" of what Mayberry represented.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;You see, Opie &amp;amp; I are the same age.  And my childhood was much like his--small town, values, respect, honesty--all those traits that made life in Mayberry seem so unreal.  And yet they were.  And, lately, I miss those simple, understated traits so very much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I miss knowing my neighbors.  Granted this is my own fault--who has time to get to know the neighbors, or even visit with the ones you do know, when the race of getting through life has become so fast paced!  The last time I saw my NEXT DOOR NEIGHBOR was at the funeral of a mutual friend.  My neighbor was my employer for more than a decade, and now I don't see him at all.  And when we do see the neighbors in the yard, we scurry past, maybe wave, cause we don't want to impose on their time.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I miss shopping here in town.  Oh, I still try, but like everyone else in the world, I'm looking for the store with the most variety and the best prices.  At the expense of forcing my home town merchants to carry less than premium stock, and reduce the selections.  And then I gripe about what I can't get here!  I like walking into the local grocery store and having the manager greet me with "hey how are you today?  how's the husband and kids?"   Yes, he actually knows that about me.  He watched me grow up--his sister even babysat for my kids for a time.   I miss the local clothing store.  The one where you went in and the owner's wife would strike up a conversation and talk your leg off---maybe even offer you some of her homemade cooking that she had in the back.  I think everyone female in my family (except me!) worked for them during the holiday season!  My sister tells how she &amp;amp; her girlfriend would drive the owner nuts using way too much ribbon on presents only to have him rant at them about waste.  They would respond "oh, we'll be more careful";  as soon as he was out of earshot they giggled like little girls and went on about their business of driving him nuts--yes, they used the extra ribbon just to push his buttons!   And then, if you had a family tragedy of any sort, there were the owner &amp;amp; his wife bringing you large plates of food and sympathy.  That hasn't happened too much with me &amp;amp; J C Penny!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I miss the respect of the kids in the town.  When I was a kid, we had a respectful fear for all adults, regardless of what they wore, what they drove, where they worked.  We knew if an adult spoke, we should listen.  And if that adult represented authority (teacher, policeman, etc.) word had better not get back to mom &amp;amp; dad that we "dissed" them!  They'd have us by the ear, skipping at break neck speed to apologize and offer to clean their windows--or whatever other form of retribution we could offer.  We certainly didn't talk back.  And we didn't tear up their possessions, lawns, streets, storefronts, etc.   If we got in trouble at school, katy-bar-the-door when mom &amp;amp; dad found out.  They actually TRUSTED that teachers &amp;amp; principals were adult enough to lead &amp;amp; discipline!  And they actually UNDERSTOOD that children would color stories to their benefit!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I miss one car families, moms who stayed home, homemade clothes, one TV per household, no cell phones, porches made for use, church socials, mowing one's own lawn, new shoes at Easter and the start of school, chores that had to be finished by day's end, the county fair, HS football games, homeroom moms, homemade Valentine cards, --- I guess the list could go on and on.  And I am just as guilty of anyone in my greed for the American Dream.  Only, I think the jokes on all of us because it's the American Fantasy!  We have conditioned ourselved to want more, more, more and we don't even enjoy what we have.  You know, in those buildings we put in the back yard full of our "things" that sit unused and rotting.  But we HAD to have them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I miss only having what we needed at the moment, and saving for what we thought we might want later.  Sometimes we found we didn't even really want them enough to spend what we had saved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Ok, so I'm a bit nostalgic for the old days--won't even say they were good--they were just more stable.  I miss stability.  I miss Mayberry.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3457041138173889683-2443298475232068471?l=littletownbiglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littletownbiglife.blogspot.com/feeds/2443298475232068471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3457041138173889683&amp;postID=2443298475232068471&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457041138173889683/posts/default/2443298475232068471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457041138173889683/posts/default/2443298475232068471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littletownbiglife.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-miss-mayberry.html' title='I Miss Mayberry'/><author><name>Little Town Big Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546690682122855859</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/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SbvKy_KI4sI/AAAAAAAAA3I/w7Sw40vGEXE/s72-c/Mayberry.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3457041138173889683.post-5623762306993644250</id><published>2009-03-09T09:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T09:18:32.148-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Approaches</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SbU_bIGrqZI/AAAAAAAAA3A/9utvzP3YlKU/s1600-h/Pink+Swimsuit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311221070817896850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 196px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SbU_bIGrqZI/AAAAAAAAA3A/9utvzP3YlKU/s400/Pink+Swimsuit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I just received an email from Spiegel---the new swimsuit &amp;amp; travel fashions are available--YIPPEE!!!   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Is anyone else out there so "summerphobic" as I?  I can't remember the last time I actually &lt;em&gt;WORE&lt;/em&gt; a swimsuit.  I only wear them when I'm in a group of &lt;em&gt;WOMEN&lt;/em&gt; who look like I do in a swimsuit--you know, the cast of Cocoon!  I own a couple.  They were suitable in the day.  Now, if I broke down and put one on, I'm afraid it would do irreparable damage to my psyche.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Granted, hubby says "oh you look fine" when I mention that I won't wear one, but then he says that about nearly anything I appear out of the changing room in---and I can still evaluate the mirror's image.  And the camera's.  And I know he actually just wants to stay in this marriage with benefits. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;There was a time, even after I gave birth, that I would wear swimsuits to the lake, on the boats, etc.  That time has "gone with the wind".  Considering cellulite, spider veins (that could road map in detail the entire street system of NYC), pasty white legs, belly fat (nope, none of those infomercials worked), etc, etc, I don't think anyone above the point of being inebriated to the passing out stage, would want me to show up at their pool in a swimsuit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;So what to do?   Well, most men won't realize this, but gals--don't you wear big t-shirts or shorts over you suits?  If you don't, and still look fashionable in yours, I HATE YOU!!!   This is not a feeling I'm asking the good Lord to help me overcome.  I am reveling in this hate--and the fact that you have the time to spend at the gym/tanning salon.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Ok Spiegel, thanks for the reminder!  I'm sure you won't miss my order.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3457041138173889683-5623762306993644250?l=littletownbiglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littletownbiglife.blogspot.com/feeds/5623762306993644250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3457041138173889683&amp;postID=5623762306993644250&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457041138173889683/posts/default/5623762306993644250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457041138173889683/posts/default/5623762306993644250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littletownbiglife.blogspot.com/2009/03/summer-approaches.html' title='Summer Approaches'/><author><name>Little Town Big Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546690682122855859</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/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SbU_bIGrqZI/AAAAAAAAA3A/9utvzP3YlKU/s72-c/Pink+Swimsuit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3457041138173889683.post-339194361284536616</id><published>2009-03-06T19:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T19:43:30.954-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks John Mellencamp</title><content type='html'>I have always loved this song--it pretty much sums up my life:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;em&gt;Well I was born in a small town&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;  And I live in a small town&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;  Prob'ly die in a small town&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;  Oh, those small communities.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;  All my friends are so small town&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;  My parents live in the same small town&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;  My job is so small town&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;   Provides little opportunity.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;  Educated in a small town&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;  Taught the fear of Jesus in a small town&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;  Like to daydream in that small town&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;  Another boring romantic that's me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;  But I've seen it all in a small town&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;  Had myself a ball in a small town&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;  Married an LA doll and brought her to this small town&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;  Now she's small town just like me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;  No I cannot forget where it is that I come from &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;  I cannot forget the people who love me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;  Yeah, I can be myself here in this small town&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;  And people let me be just what I want to be.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;  Got nothing against a big town&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;  Still hayseed enough to say &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;  Look who's in the big town&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;  But my bed is in a small town&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;  And that's good enough for me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;  Well I was born in a small town&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;  And I can breathe in a small town&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;  Gonna die in this small town&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;  And that's prob'ly where they'll bury me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt; love my small town.  An ex-family member used to make so much fun of the family cause of our small town ways.  Like going to town and knowing who was running the stores;  who was walking towards us;  asking about all the current events of life.  People in small towns really care. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An older member of this small town passed away this week.  His grandson's classmates from HS days all rushed to "grandmas" house to pay their respects.  Each one you came into contact with said "hey did you hear so and so's dad passed?"  The man was 81, had been married to his sweetheart for 64 years, raised 4 children,  and will be sorely missed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think the passing of a community "pillar" is missed as greatly in a big town--at least not by the community at large.  This small town will miss seeing him at his great grandchildren's sporting events;  at the school fundraisers; around town just looking for someone to pass the time with.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandpa J was raised in a small town, married his HS sweetheart, moved to a big town to operate a business, and then moved back to a small town where his heart was.  He died in a small town, and is going to be buried in a small town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks John Mellencamp for putting into words the life that so many of us hold dear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3457041138173889683-339194361284536616?l=littletownbiglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littletownbiglife.blogspot.com/feeds/339194361284536616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3457041138173889683&amp;postID=339194361284536616&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457041138173889683/posts/default/339194361284536616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457041138173889683/posts/default/339194361284536616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littletownbiglife.blogspot.com/2009/03/thanks-john-mellencamp.html' title='Thanks John Mellencamp'/><author><name>Little Town Big Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546690682122855859</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-3457041138173889683.post-8897106862210911994</id><published>2009-02-27T19:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T19:23:22.160-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Have You Been Confirmed?</title><content type='html'>I've been confirmed this week---3 times!!   If you don't know about Facebook, well, ask someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't it have been easy if this "confirmation" of new friends had happened back in high school?  You could post your name on a wall, list the people you were interested in getting to know and then they could come by &amp;amp; mark "confirmed" or "not interested".  It would have made life so much easier!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead, in my case (which I admit to being soooo insecure), I tried the "I wanna be popular" options.  You know--schmooze up to all the "already popular" ones, go to all the "popular" places, try all the "popular" trends.   And, not enjoying much of any of the "popular" requirements!  The "already popular" ones had their quota of friends necessary to retain their status.  We "hangers around" simply confirmed their "popularity".  And what made that popularity anyway??? Was it the fact that their clothes were more fashionable?  Well, that certainly shows integrity!   Was it that they had a never-ending supply of spending money?  Hmm, they showed their financial savy young huh?  In my hindsight, I have come to the conclusion that the "already popular" ones (girls in my instance) were a bit "racey" (don't want to point fingers here).  That made them popular with a capital P with the boys!  And, as I have attended several reunions at which the tongues wagged, I found much to my dismay, that the racier the more popular. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as clothing -- I attended school in the "pre fashion design logos" day.  If you had a different outfit for 5 days running (without having to mix &amp;amp; match) you were stylin!  And other fashionistas pointed out how "popular" that made you!  Some less fortunate, like moi, had mothers who knew  how to stretch the dollar---our clothes were homemade----dispair!   Little did I realize how talented my mom was--I wish I had her gift for making clothing today!  She could whip out an outfit in no time, and let me tell you---it was WELL MADE!!!   (read never wore out!!!).   But I wanted those store bought clothes and the status that went with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About the never ending supply of money---here again, I didn't know the magnitude of the lesson my parents were teaching  me as they made me work for extra cash.  I realize now that many of the parents who doled out the moolah were trying to make up for dysfunction in parenting!   Or for being away from the kids for so long--Or for not wanting to be with their kids!   I just thought the "popular" ones were wealthy beyond belief!  They didn't work, they had cars, they could buy beer &amp;amp; cigarettes at will, they bought their popularity.  While I had my needs taken care of, I learned that hard work will pay.  And that the items I purchased with my own earned cash meant more to me that some of the things the others had.  I took better care of my things.  Hmmm, another lesson learned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So where am I going with this?  South I fear!!!  Oh yea--confirmation.  I have been confirmed on Facebook---and you know what?  The confirmations have come from friends I have lost touch with---for the simple fact that they, too, have been working diligently most of their lives to provide for their families, and they have spent hour upon hour taking good care of their possessions.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where are the "most populars"?   Let's see---I can think of 3 of the HS jocks that EVERYONE wanted to date:  one had been in prison for too many DUIs, one is on his 5th marriage--I heard he had a herion problem for many years;  and the third is in another state--staying there to escape child support.  And to support his heavy drinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the gals?   Let's see--the 3 most popular?   One was divorced while her children were young--her ex (who has passed away) was physically abusive to her.  One moved away right after HS but I found that her life didn't have the happy ending she imagined.  Too many problems to go into here.  And another ended up a meth addict-  in and out of rehab. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this is not to say that all of the "populars" failed.  Many, many succeeded.  I just have learned that I wasn't meant to be a HS popular.  It would have ruined me.  I wouldn't have taken care to be the best I can be.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, instead, by having to find my own confidence (confirmation) I have ended up on the better side of my own life!  I've learned what true friendship is and how to cultivate that wisely.  I've learned how to align my priorities with what is truly important in life.  I've learned to gauge spending and use wisdom in what material things I gain.  I've learned so much more.  I'm glad I wasn't an "instant popular" one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3457041138173889683-8897106862210911994?l=littletownbiglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littletownbiglife.blogspot.com/feeds/8897106862210911994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3457041138173889683&amp;postID=8897106862210911994&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457041138173889683/posts/default/8897106862210911994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457041138173889683/posts/default/8897106862210911994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littletownbiglife.blogspot.com/2009/02/have-you-been-confirmed.html' title='Have You Been Confirmed?'/><author><name>Little Town Big Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546690682122855859</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-3457041138173889683.post-420959622826353519</id><published>2009-02-17T17:41:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T17:49:14.462-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Phooey!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;Well, dang it, we have just added to the number of people on unemployment!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"&gt;Hubby showed up at the door of my kitchen at 9:00 a.m. this morning;  we knew it was probably coming, but when you've dodged the bullet on several other layoffs, you kind of get that "invincible" feeling.   No more!  We are very "vincible" (is that even a word????) and now are among the ranks of those who will file for unemployment!  It kind of kicks you in the stomach!  But we know we will make it just fine---we know God will provide.  And we need so little anymore!  AND---I now have another employee &amp;amp; vehicle, so we can take more catering jobs!  How's that for making lemonade??  We don't have bookings for tomorrow (probably a good thing), but we are fully booked for Thursday, and also for next Monday &amp;amp; Tuesday.  And for Tues, Wed, and Thurs evenings.  And that's all before the phone starts ringing and those "day before" bookings come in.  See??  It's going to be just fine!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"&gt;The bad side is that as of Feb 28 we have no insurance!  Here's how we've jumped that hurdle--hubby went to the dentist today &amp;amp; had all necessary work done, and tomorrow he is going to the eye doctor and get up to date on all his needs there.  And I will refill prescriptions tomorrow.  Ha ha ha---we'll show them!!   We'll make the most of the last few days of coverage we have!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"&gt;You know, in the big scheme of things, life could be sooooo much worse!  We are healthy---our kids are grown &amp;amp; have their own jobs---we have less debt than we have ever, EVER had before (thanks Dave Ramsey), so we'll just go forward with God on our side, and with thanks for what we have. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"&gt;BTW---did you see 20/20 last Friday night?  The show titled "Children of the Applachians"?  Now THAT makes me grateful.  And makes me understand how privileged and pampered we really are.  It broke my heart to watch that---and I now HAVE to talk to our Missions Committee about what we can do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"&gt;Well, that's all for now.  Life is good.  God is good.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3457041138173889683-420959622826353519?l=littletownbiglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littletownbiglife.blogspot.com/feeds/420959622826353519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3457041138173889683&amp;postID=420959622826353519&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457041138173889683/posts/default/420959622826353519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457041138173889683/posts/default/420959622826353519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littletownbiglife.blogspot.com/2009/02/phooey.html' title='Phooey!!!'/><author><name>Little Town Big Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546690682122855859</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-3457041138173889683.post-7275251100697996029</id><published>2009-02-14T04:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T04:35:32.573-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Heart Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SZa24BIN7PI/AAAAAAAAA24/D_4iRtXVQ8o/s1600-h/valentine+heart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302626684767169778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 145px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 141px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SZa24BIN7PI/AAAAAAAAA24/D_4iRtXVQ8o/s400/valentine+heart.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's Valentines's Day---I hope you have a happy one!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me? Well, I have to work today to make Valentine's Day special for some others. I have a dinner to prepare &amp;amp; serve for a local church. And last night I prepared &amp;amp; served a rehearsal dinner. (Well, me &amp;amp; my faithful staff!) The rehearsal dinner was at the Will Rogers Birthplace--the dinner was held in an enclosed portion of a barn that is rented out for use. It has huge windows on the east end that over look the large lake. The barn adjoins the enclosure, so one gets the sights &amp;amp; sounds of the farm. And it was just lovely! It's miles out of town, sits on a dead end road and is surrounded by only nature! I'm wanting to find a reason to book the room for personal use!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;In all of the hustle &amp;amp; bustle of this week, I did find time to get Hank's valentine to him (via his mom). I found some Lighting McQueen rain boots---he's gonna love those! And I was able to send cookies to his mom &amp;amp; dad, and drop some off for my son. I also took my son's girlfriend to lunch on Thursday----so! all bases covered! AND, I was able to work in my hair appointment. Now, THAT was important. Especially if you had seen my "true colors" coming through! So, all's well with the hair world. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sunday evening the Ya Ya's are going to finally, FINALLY, get together! We haven't been together since the Saturday after Christmas, and I'm needing some "Ya Ya Therapy"!!! We're going to eat &amp;amp; back to Ya Ya Carol Ann's to watch The Secret Life of Bees. Can't wait!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's another busy time for the kitchen. I am so grateful that I have each and every day filled with orders, sometimes two &amp;amp; three orders, and I do love what I am doing, BUT I gotta tell ya---I am seriously needing some time off. I would love---LLOOOOVVVEEE---about a week of down time. And each time I see a day of opportunity someone calls that I can't turn down---or calls with a large number lunch---and I'm at it again. In this economic slump, I'm just afraid of not stockpiling the checking account!!! So, maybe I'll get some time in the spring. The house is saving all that cleaning for me---no elves coming in during the day or late at night to help out. We're just treading water in that regard! Keeping dishes washed &amp;amp; clothes clean! One of these days Boomer &amp;amp; Abby have GOT to learn to help out!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well, it's early on Saturday, I want to read the paper, and then heigh ho, heigh ho, it's off to the kitchen I go.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Have a great day----EAT CHOCOLATE!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3457041138173889683-7275251100697996029?l=littletownbiglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littletownbiglife.blogspot.com/feeds/7275251100697996029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3457041138173889683&amp;postID=7275251100697996029&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457041138173889683/posts/default/7275251100697996029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457041138173889683/posts/default/7275251100697996029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littletownbiglife.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-heart-day.html' title='Happy Heart Day!'/><author><name>Little Town Big Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546690682122855859</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/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SZa24BIN7PI/AAAAAAAAA24/D_4iRtXVQ8o/s72-c/valentine+heart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3457041138173889683.post-5901292134124229640</id><published>2009-02-05T18:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T19:03:03.259-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exhale---</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SYul6jsZNYI/AAAAAAAAA2w/K6HBrTUxxoc/s1600-h/chamber+photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299511811963958658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SYul6jsZNYI/AAAAAAAAA2w/K6HBrTUxxoc/s400/chamber+photo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is such a bad picture I'm surprised I'm posting it!! Got to do something with that hair!!! Anyway, this was at the Chamber of Commerce regular meeting today where I was the "featured speaker"---now don't get all excited. It's not really THAT big of a deal. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The fun part was that I put together a DVD called "A Tale of Two Towns" paralleling two communities--one that was surly and rude and one that was friendly and welcoming. The local librarian &amp;amp; I were the "stars". Yes, Mr. Mayer--I'm ready for my close-up.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;It was fun, funny and I'm glad it's over. The moral of the story was that we have to sell our personalities in this day &amp;amp; age to compete with the offerings of larger communities. Bla Bla or something like that.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well, that and working 2 and 3 lunches every day this week, and now preparing for a dinner for 225 on Saturday has made for one very tired actress! If only I had the perks of Hollywood stars--I could call for my masseuse, my pedicurist, my manicurist, and my personal assistant, and have tomorrow's work done for me. All while I was sipping on some ridiculously spirited frothy drink, and reading a new script!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have all these crafts I want to do, I want to clean house, I want to read a magazine from front cover to last word. Oh well, that will come in time. Right now? I'm preparing for sleep.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;By the way--does anyone out there know anything about dreams and their meanings? Please help me out with this one. Last night I dreamt that I was, ummm, how shall I say this, "with" Teddy Kennedy!!!!!!! We were quite an item!!! Now why in the name of all that is sacred and republican, would I have this kind of dream???? Am I wanting recognition? Am I wanting a larger family? Am I wanting a rousing game of touch football?????? This was so weird that I kept replaying it in my mind all day---not a pretty sight!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;So, wonder what tonight will bring???????&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;See ya later!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3457041138173889683-5901292134124229640?l=littletownbiglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littletownbiglife.blogspot.com/feeds/5901292134124229640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3457041138173889683&amp;postID=5901292134124229640&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457041138173889683/posts/default/5901292134124229640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457041138173889683/posts/default/5901292134124229640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littletownbiglife.blogspot.com/2009/02/exhale.html' title='Exhale---'/><author><name>Little Town Big Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546690682122855859</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/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SYul6jsZNYI/AAAAAAAAA2w/K6HBrTUxxoc/s72-c/chamber+photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3457041138173889683.post-1379874193484652957</id><published>2009-02-04T05:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T05:24:26.860-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's New????</title><content type='html'>Hi all--I'm still here, just cooking all the time!!  It's been a truly,surprisingly busy week!!  On Monday, I only had 3 lunches for the week. By 1:00 Monday afternoon I was fully booked for the week!!!  And then on Tuesday, I took another booking for Thursday, and last night I took a booking for Saturday for 200.  So, as you can see, I have "kitchen hands"!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hired a new employee, and she is such a blessing!  She has worked in food service and knows what to do, does it on her own, and makes my work, well, a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;little&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; less stressful.  She also allows me to say "yes" to more bookings---yes, that's a good thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo--I just wanted to say hello &amp;amp; I'll post later.  Right now I've got to get dressed and get to the kitchen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3457041138173889683-1379874193484652957?l=littletownbiglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littletownbiglife.blogspot.com/feeds/1379874193484652957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3457041138173889683&amp;postID=1379874193484652957&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457041138173889683/posts/default/1379874193484652957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457041138173889683/posts/default/1379874193484652957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littletownbiglife.blogspot.com/2009/02/whats-new.html' title='What&apos;s New????'/><author><name>Little Town Big Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546690682122855859</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-3457041138173889683.post-4999923803190005000</id><published>2009-01-26T16:22:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T16:43:25.016-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Round of Ice!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Brrrr--it's coocollllldddd outside!  And it's raining---freezing rain!  Hopefully, this will just be a "mini" storm compared to the great storm of 08!!!  But, everyone is stocking up and staying home.  Except for one group--the news reported that an AC-DC concert is going to continue tonight--14,000 tickets sold.  So, does that mean 12,000 of them will attend, drink some happy water and THEN get back out on the roads????  Of course it does!!  I'm glad I'm not one of them--and none of the fam is either.  It took hubby 1 1/2 hours to get home--normally a 25 minute commute!  He said it was soooo slick, and the inclines can't be handled if one isn't driving a 4 wheel drive vehicle.  Brrr, I'm staying put!!!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SX5UEtQZKkI/AAAAAAAAA2o/U-J_e5dDqvk/s1600-h/Dinner+Jan+24+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295762651678845506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SX5UEtQZKkI/AAAAAAAAA2o/U-J_e5dDqvk/s400/Dinner+Jan+24+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Had everyone over for dinner Saturday night---remember????   Well, this was one of our desserts--fresh apple cobbler.  Yeah, I'm bored so you get pictures of food!  And my pics aren't nearly as "professional" as Pioneer Woman or Bakerella, but I bet they taste just as good!  It's homemade crust--that gives me points, right???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SX5UEdh-yRI/AAAAAAAAA2g/WHC_kgN_tKI/s1600-h/Dinner+Jan+24+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295762647457646866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SX5UEdh-yRI/AAAAAAAAA2g/WHC_kgN_tKI/s400/Dinner+Jan+24+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My sister is a vegetarian, and as we had spaghetti, I thought I'd fix her a special dish!  Yep, I'm a short order cook!!!   So, I roasted eggplant, zucchini, bell pepper, mushrooms, and onion---all coated with olive oil, balsamic vinegar &amp;amp; Italian seasonings.  Then topped them with spaghetti sauce.  Well, wouldn't you know, I sat them out and EVERYONE wanted a bite of THAT!!!!!  Ok, not everyone, but there were no leftovers of this!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had a wonderful time sitting round the dining room table.  Have you ever noticed that when you sit around the table, people stay and talk for hours?  They do here.  No one moves into the other room, we drink coffee &amp;amp; hot tea, and tell stories on each other, and just enjoy company.  My kids were all there, and I know from experience, that someday they will look back on these meals with such fondness.  It really bonds the family together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I remember when hubby &amp;amp; I were first married, and even when the kids were little, we had "birthday" dinners at his parents house.  All of his brothers and his sister, and his grandparents would load in their contributions of food, and we would sit and eat and talk.  Now his grandparents are gone, as is one of his brothers, and his mom isn't well enough to cook like she did, and everyone is so busy with "other" duties that we don't have these much.  Mainly just Thanksgiving &amp;amp; Christmas.  And I miss them so much.  They sure did bring us together emotionally as a family, and kept us an active part of one another's lives.  Well, that and the fact that my hubby, his brothers and his dad had a business for over 30 years.  Well, anyway, family ties are so important to me, and I think it's now my duty to keep us all "round the table".  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whew---when it gets really cold outside, I sure do become philosophical!   Or maybe it's being home all day (which I LOVE, LOVE, LOVE!!!).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whichever, I'm going to close for now.  I'll be back tomorrow!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sweet dreams!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3457041138173889683-4999923803190005000?l=littletownbiglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littletownbiglife.blogspot.com/feeds/4999923803190005000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3457041138173889683&amp;postID=4999923803190005000&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457041138173889683/posts/default/4999923803190005000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457041138173889683/posts/default/4999923803190005000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littletownbiglife.blogspot.com/2009/01/another-round-of-ice.html' title='Another Round of Ice!!!'/><author><name>Little Town Big Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546690682122855859</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/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SX5UEtQZKkI/AAAAAAAAA2o/U-J_e5dDqvk/s72-c/Dinner+Jan+24+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3457041138173889683.post-1754493388574439512</id><published>2009-01-23T17:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T17:46:04.257-08:00</updated><title type='text'>AHA!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SXpwzXt6ruI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/aXf2P3EgU4o/s1600-h/DSC01434.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294668339769683682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SXpwzXt6ruI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/aXf2P3EgU4o/s400/DSC01434.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Aha!  I finally got it!  This is Boomer, my beautiful black cat.  For the past year he has been pulling the hair on his tummy out--well, grooming it out.  And some on the back of his legs.  We have taken him to the Dr., and they did some "skin" tests, blood tests, and other tests, he gets treated regularly for fleas, and he is indoors 99.9% of the time.  He's also been on antidepressants and still he grooms himself bare.  I think it's probably allergies.  BUT----what if it is this--my husband has lost most of his hair and shaves his head.  As Boomer is the only other male living in the house, what if he WANTS to be bald also!!!!????  What if this is just him displaying his manliness?????   So, I may be kind enough to try a cortisone shot, just one &amp;amp; see if that does the trick.  But, if he continues, I think I'll introduce him to an electric razor!!! ha ha ha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what I hate more than cleaning house??? A DIRTY HOUSE!!!!  I have this raging battle going on within ---  I hate, hate, hate to clean house--it takes time that I want to spend doing fun things.  But, even more, I hate a dirty house.  So, what do I spend my off time from the kitchen doing???? CLEANING---and now I'm into reorganizing.  Oh, the time taken away---oh, the dilemma of what to put where, and what to purge!   Well, I am finding some really creative ways of making the most of my limited space in the house.  And this is such an emotional cleansing!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow night it's dinner at the house!  Both kids &amp;amp; all the family are coming for spaghetti, caesar salad, apple cobbler &amp;amp; homemade rolls!  I am so looking forward to sitting round the table, enjoying company of those I love.  And, Erin is bringing her mom &amp;amp; dad---hope they aren't overwhelmed by family vibes!  We love welcoming newbies to our table.  And I particularly love cooking and observing as bellies are filled and laughs roll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, gotta run---the sofa is calling!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3457041138173889683-1754493388574439512?l=littletownbiglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littletownbiglife.blogspot.com/feeds/1754493388574439512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3457041138173889683&amp;postID=1754493388574439512&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457041138173889683/posts/default/1754493388574439512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457041138173889683/posts/default/1754493388574439512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littletownbiglife.blogspot.com/2009/01/aha.html' title='AHA!!!'/><author><name>Little Town Big Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546690682122855859</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/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SXpwzXt6ruI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/aXf2P3EgU4o/s72-c/DSC01434.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3457041138173889683.post-103077323202267075</id><published>2009-01-20T18:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T18:26:45.664-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This &amp; That~~~~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SXaFUgPjpuI/AAAAAAAAA0k/2PAwvAjnZ0c/s1600-h/Chamber+Desserts+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293564999319660258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SXaFUgPjpuI/AAAAAAAAA0k/2PAwvAjnZ0c/s400/Chamber+Desserts+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here's my little Abby---sad because I have been gone so much the past 10 days!  I honestly thought that after the holidays, my business would slow down.  Not so much!  I had 2 and 3 lunches to deliver each day this past week, along with one breakfast for 50.  And then Friday evening I delivered a dinner for 175;  on Saturday, I catered the local Chamber of Commerce banquet for 175--complete with service.  It was a whirlwind of a week.  And this week began with 2 delivered lunches on Monday.  However, I was able to take off today &amp;amp; Friday.  And the weekend (except for an reception consultation appointment on Sunday).  So Abby is happier today--I'm home with her!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SXaFVp8a3eI/AAAAAAAAA00/7SSN1U7v14o/s1600-h/Chamber+Desserts+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293565019103616482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SXaFVp8a3eI/AAAAAAAAA00/7SSN1U7v14o/s400/Chamber+Desserts+021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Speaking of the Chamber banquet--we served 5 different desserts--peach, strawberry &amp;amp; blackberry cobbler, Almond Joy cake, and these cute little things I have called "Cake Bites".  I thought they turned out really well, and they were very popular--no leftovers there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SXaFVCpJ6RI/AAAAAAAAA0s/KbOw7liA11k/s1600-h/Chamber+Desserts+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293565008553830674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SXaFVCpJ6RI/AAAAAAAAA0s/KbOw7liA11k/s400/Chamber+Desserts+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Now let me introduce you to my new "grandson"---my son adopted this black lab a couple of weeks ago.  Evidently someone had turned him out in Tulsa in a busy intersection.  One of my son's co-workers picked him up and kept him for about a week all the while trying to locate owners.  The co-worker couldn't keep him because he already has a black lab, so guess whose tender hearted son took him???   He calls him Smokey.  Smokey is housebroken, sweet, and doesn't get on furniture!  They go for runs together, play fetch and hang out.  I think he's pretty cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SXaFUOTDZcI/AAAAAAAAA0c/kENcS1_c8VQ/s1600-h/Chamber+Desserts+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293564994502485442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SXaFUOTDZcI/AAAAAAAAA0c/kENcS1_c8VQ/s400/Chamber+Desserts+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And now---BATMAN!!!!  This is one of Hank's Christmas gifts;  one of his favorites.  He loves Batman, and plays with this each and every day!  It's funny with Hank--only Batman things can be played with in the batcave--and only his "Cars" cars can be in the Cars backpack.  Everything in it's own place!  I'm seeing organization in his future!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, you can see why I haven't blogged in a bit.  I hope to be able to post more frequently after last week!  I really miss this site and all my "cyber" friends.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How about that inauguration today!!   I thought it was quite inspiring.  And didn't the First Lady Obama look regal?  She is the hope for glamour returning to fashion!!!  Those two darling girls were all smiles.  Wonder if they know the impact they are living??  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, better run for now.  Planning to do.  Would you believe I had THREE calls for wedding receptions just today!!!!   And one for a surprise birthday party.  So lots of emails to return.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy week America.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3457041138173889683-103077323202267075?l=littletownbiglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littletownbiglife.blogspot.com/feeds/103077323202267075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3457041138173889683&amp;postID=103077323202267075&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457041138173889683/posts/default/103077323202267075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457041138173889683/posts/default/103077323202267075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littletownbiglife.blogspot.com/2009/01/this-that.html' title='This &amp; That~~~~'/><author><name>Little Town Big Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546690682122855859</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/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SXaFUgPjpuI/AAAAAAAAA0k/2PAwvAjnZ0c/s72-c/Chamber+Desserts+008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3457041138173889683.post-2424450811441492872</id><published>2009-01-09T18:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T18:19:40.976-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do I LOOK Stupid---Don't Answer That!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SWgDlssnSII/AAAAAAAAAz0/6N9RzoW-BAk/s1600-h/FArley.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289481708534974594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 94px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 145px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SWgDlssnSII/AAAAAAAAAz0/6N9RzoW-BAk/s400/FArley.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now &lt;em&gt;WHAT&lt;/em&gt; was I thinking?????  I am the February speaker at the Chamber of Commerce meeting!!!   And I, sit down, I know you won't believe this, I &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;volunteered&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to do this!!!   I must be suffering from some form of mental illness that makes one take on feats of irrational natures!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, so what, you ask, shall I talk about?  Well, (and this is where it gets fuzzy), I had the idea that I would contrast (via video &amp;amp; power point), two small towns.  One which attracts people and one which pushes people away.  And, that shall be the basis of "How To Raise Sales Revenue" or "How To Make A Good First Impression".  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have these really, really good ideas in my noggin.  And I have recruited help, but honest to Abe Lincoln goodness, did I really think I would have hours and hours of extra time to give to this project?   And then I committed.  So now I must find that extra time.  And, since I am a perfectionist when it comes to public speaking (and not looking like a Jenny Craig looser), I will probably run myself raggedy ann and andy getting this done!!!   I am now determined.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe this will be my segue into public speaking, or maybe I'll be the next up and coming motivational speaker--living in a van down by the river!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just hope I have the good neighbor sense to NOT wear plaid.  Especially a jacket.  But, you know good and well that when you are in a hurry to get everything perfect, the wardrobe is the last thing you pay toll or attention to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll just have to let you know how it goes.  Keep your fingers crossed for me.  And cancel any plans you may have to attend any chamber event you had planned to attend!!! It could be me and my shadow before the podium.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hey, here's a thought---maybe they will vote to remove me from Chamber and refund my yearly dues!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, that's all for now.  I'm sure I have lots of other interesting things to post about, but I'm tired.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OH--one more thing I will let you in on---we're going to see Gran Torino tomorrow night.  Clint Eastwood is hubby's fav---(that answers alot of questions);  I hate to go to the R rated ones---guess I'll just wear earplugs and read lips!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll let you know how that goes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sweet dreams.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3457041138173889683-2424450811441492872?l=littletownbiglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littletownbiglife.blogspot.com/feeds/2424450811441492872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3457041138173889683&amp;postID=2424450811441492872&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457041138173889683/posts/default/2424450811441492872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457041138173889683/posts/default/2424450811441492872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littletownbiglife.blogspot.com/2009/01/do-i-look-stupid-dont-answer-that.html' title='Do I LOOK Stupid---Don&apos;t Answer That!!!'/><author><name>Little Town Big Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546690682122855859</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/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SWgDlssnSII/AAAAAAAAAz0/6N9RzoW-BAk/s72-c/FArley.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3457041138173889683.post-3979258753841628710</id><published>2009-01-03T18:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T18:59:25.006-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Three Amigos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SWAjZe2_EzI/AAAAAAAAAzs/2R0vW-hwPGw/s1600-h/Hank,+Mikey,+Tucker.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287264883220353842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SWAjZe2_EzI/AAAAAAAAAzs/2R0vW-hwPGw/s400/Hank,+Mikey,+Tucker.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, Ok, Ok---I just GOTTA share &lt;em&gt;one more&lt;/em&gt; picture from our Christmas!  I promise, I won't share tooooo  many more.  But I think this one is soooo cute!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These are the children of three first cousins.  And the boys are born in the same order the three cousins were born.  Hank is the oldest at 2 1/2.  Michael is next at 2, and Tucker is 1 1/2.  They don't see each other toomuch, but they had such fun together during our Christmas celebration.  Their great granny got them all the same gifts---so most of the toys were interchangeable.    And she got them some fun stuff---like drumsticks that are battery operated and make lots of bangs and other noises when waved about in the air.  Hank proceeded to turn them into swords!  Great Aunt Juli got this fire truck to leave at Great Granny's house.  The two younger boys wanted to sit in the truck, but Hank wanted to put out the "fires".  So, all had a happy position!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kids really, really do make Christmas sparkle!   On this side of the family there are 5 grandchildren---all born within 5 years of each other.  When they were little it was a blast to have Christmas --then they all turned into teens--YUCK!!!  But now they are repaying that debt by turning out little ones of their own, and the sparkle has returned!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just had to share that bit of useless info!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So how is the new year treating you?  My sister &amp;amp; I treated ourselves to a day of shopping &amp;amp; lunch.  She found this wonderful boutique "Bella Dames" and we headed there.  She MADE me spend money---she really, really did!!!   That's a store we can only visit once or twice a year--some of their things are a bit pricey &amp;amp; those are the ones that call our names!!!  But we resisted and didn't over do it &lt;em&gt;toooo&lt;/em&gt; badly!!  Then we had lunch at a pub---McNellys.  I wasn't certain what to expect, but it was like a neighborhood pub that I imagine from TV!  People were sooo friendly, and the food was delicious!!!!   I'm definitely going back and taking hubby.  One can dine in jeans and ball caps if desired.  It's comfy!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, must run---gotta catch up on some magazines I didn't have time for before the holidays.  And my pjs are calling!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have a great weekend!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3457041138173889683-3979258753841628710?l=littletownbiglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littletownbiglife.blogspot.com/feeds/3979258753841628710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3457041138173889683&amp;postID=3979258753841628710&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457041138173889683/posts/default/3979258753841628710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457041138173889683/posts/default/3979258753841628710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littletownbiglife.blogspot.com/2009/01/three-amigos.html' title='Three Amigos'/><author><name>Little Town Big Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546690682122855859</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/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SWAjZe2_EzI/AAAAAAAAAzs/2R0vW-hwPGw/s72-c/Hank,+Mikey,+Tucker.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3457041138173889683.post-4687632623846356667</id><published>2009-01-01T19:52:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T20:00:21.701-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The First Day of The Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SV2PrAyKosI/AAAAAAAAAzk/5Lw07MED1Vo/s1600-h/Christmas+Day+08+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286539506710389442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SV2PrAyKosI/AAAAAAAAAzk/5Lw07MED1Vo/s400/Christmas+Day+08+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This first day of the new year, 2009, was spent taking down the Christmas decorations, boxing them &amp;amp; returning them to the barn;  then a quick trip to daughter's house to bring Hank home for the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a family dinner (minus daughter &amp;amp; son-in-law) of roast beef, mashed potatoes, green beans, carrots, broccoli salad, rolls, black eyed peas, banana pudding, pumpkin pie and gooey cookie bars.  And would you believe my mom made it all except the peas, rolls &amp;amp; bars???  And she brought it all over to my house so we could feast like the piggies we have become, and play with Hank.  Oh, and watch some football!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a great time.  Ate too much, enjoyed the company of all and was (internally) reminded of what a wonderful life we have.  So much of what we take for granted is actually blessings given.  Blessings and miracles that we tend to look over and past.  The economy may be faltering, prices may be rising, the future may seem uncertain, but if we have the love and support of such a marvelous family, we can perservere through it all.  Ups &amp;amp; downs, good &amp;amp; bad, certain &amp;amp; uncertain, joy &amp;amp; pain.  God has blessed and I accept His blessings without question and with a grateful heart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope your new year is off to a good start. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll try to get off the philosophical soapbox--it just seems this time of year rips the fog off my brain and I understand so much more clearly! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the kitchen on January 12---that should take this emotional state away!! ha ha ha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night all---&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3457041138173889683-4687632623846356667?l=littletownbiglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littletownbiglife.blogspot.com/feeds/4687632623846356667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3457041138173889683&amp;postID=4687632623846356667&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457041138173889683/posts/default/4687632623846356667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457041138173889683/posts/default/4687632623846356667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littletownbiglife.blogspot.com/2009/01/first-day-of-year.html' title='The First Day of The Year'/><author><name>Little Town Big Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546690682122855859</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/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SV2PrAyKosI/AAAAAAAAAzk/5Lw07MED1Vo/s72-c/Christmas+Day+08+010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3457041138173889683.post-1989001977998141642</id><published>2008-12-31T06:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T06:49:04.365-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Happiest of New Years To You!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SVuEMDs7JeI/AAAAAAAAAzc/8Td1zjjOU8E/s1600-h/new+year+2009.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285963930336437730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 356px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SVuEMDs7JeI/AAAAAAAAAzc/8Td1zjjOU8E/s400/new+year+2009.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; To one and all-- I hope your New Year is full of blessing &amp;amp; brightness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Resolutions?  Moi?   No way!!!    I'm finished with the custom of resolutions.  I just end up disappointing myself when they are all left undone!  Perhaps each new morning I'll just remind myself of my blessings, and that it's up to me to make the most of those blessings.  Each morning offers a new day to be one's best;  to make the most of the next few hours;  to smile more, complain less, help others, do my finest labor.  So I'll just do the "resolution" thing daily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you most proud of looking back over the past 365 days?  Hmmmmm--in trying to accomplish less pride in life, it's hard to say.  Maybe jumping out and purchasing the kitchen--especially in the economic realm facing us.  Maybe how I cleaned up and prepared the job I left for the next person to take the reigns (and may I say she is doing a marvelous job).  Maybe of how passionately I loved my family.  Pride comes hard for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you want to accomplish in 2009?  &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;PAYING OFF THE NOTE ON THE KITCHEN!!!!!   &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Now that most likely won't happen this year, but I'm sure going to work on it.  The sooner it's paid off, the less worry I have and the more time I can give back to ---- me!----   And, I want to spend more time with Hank.  It's difficult as he lives an hour away, and his mom works and doesn't want to share him (yeah, yeah, I totally understand that). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found a greeting card that showed a "retro" lady sleeping;  inside it said "I dreamed my house was clean".   I think that is great----I have those dreams.  Then I wake up and it hasn't happened!!!   Where are those darned elfs????&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;Well, I'm off to put away the multitudes of boxes containing Christmas decor and to cook for a New Year's Eve party I'm catering.  And--Hank is coming to spend the night!   Whoopee!!!  So I'll close for now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet Dreams &amp;amp; Sweeter Days!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3457041138173889683-1989001977998141642?l=littletownbiglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littletownbiglife.blogspot.com/feeds/1989001977998141642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3457041138173889683&amp;postID=1989001977998141642&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457041138173889683/posts/default/1989001977998141642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457041138173889683/posts/default/1989001977998141642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littletownbiglife.blogspot.com/2008/12/happiest-of-new-years-to-you.html' title='The Happiest of New Years To You!!!!'/><author><name>Little Town Big Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546690682122855859</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/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SVuEMDs7JeI/AAAAAAAAAzc/8Td1zjjOU8E/s72-c/new+year+2009.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3457041138173889683.post-4152834363633205904</id><published>2008-12-27T16:29:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T16:37:47.103-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Yes, We DID!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SVbIoH9weFI/AAAAAAAAAzU/rAQ0UTOqk94/s1600-h/Breakfast+of+the+Ya+Yas+08+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284631804424255570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SVbIoH9weFI/AAAAAAAAAzU/rAQ0UTOqk94/s400/Breakfast+of+the+Ya+Yas+08+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Supplies for the food:   $25.00,    Party favors:   $25.00,    Breakfast w/the Ya Yas:   PRICELESS!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, we had our annual "come as you are" Christmas breakfast.   We've been doing this for, hmmmm, what do you think gals???   Between 7 &amp;amp; 10 years????  It's such a fun, relaxing time to reconnect with our soul sistas.  Due to the icy weather last year, we didn't get to have the breakfast and I think it affected me all year long.  I'm certain I was a bit grumpier, a bit less thankful, more crochety---all because I didn't get my "ya ya therapy" to end the year.  So, by gosh and by golly, I offered to host the breakfast just so we'd all get together.  Ah, the laughter, the food, the mimosas!!!   We sat and sat and sat and before we knew it, 2 1/2 hours had passed. and we STILL didn't get all the gabbing in.  But we had to stop--committments, schedules, work, all of those voices calling us away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, as you can see, we take this "come as you are" theme SERIOUSLY---not one of us is worried about make up, hair, or even what we slept in!!  We just jump and run at the chance to have breakfast with one another.  And when it's over the hugs and kisses are flowing---as if it would be another year before we're together again (which isn't so), but it's such a special time for us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I hope each one of you know, Barbs, Penny, Dalene, Carol Ann, Jennifer, how very, very, very dear to my heart you are.  Each of you complete one facet of my exciting life!!!   I don't ever want to imagine life without ya!!~  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love and hugs to all!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3457041138173889683-4152834363633205904?l=littletownbiglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littletownbiglife.blogspot.com/feeds/4152834363633205904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3457041138173889683&amp;postID=4152834363633205904&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457041138173889683/posts/default/4152834363633205904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457041138173889683/posts/default/4152834363633205904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littletownbiglife.blogspot.com/2008/12/oh-yes-we-did.html' title='Oh Yes, We DID!!!'/><author><name>Little Town Big Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546690682122855859</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/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SVbIoH9weFI/AAAAAAAAAzU/rAQ0UTOqk94/s72-c/Breakfast+of+the+Ya+Yas+08+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3457041138173889683.post-817555582297208968</id><published>2008-12-26T16:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T16:32:33.012-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wheeeee!!!! We Made It Through Christmas!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SVV1df3krYI/AAAAAAAAAy0/6Y8AIozxous/s1600-h/Christmas+Day+08+035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284258887420390786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SVV1df3krYI/AAAAAAAAAy0/6Y8AIozxous/s400/Christmas+Day+08+035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We had a GREAT Christmas week.  Yes, WEEK!!!  We began with Christmas with my hubby's family last Sunday, Christmas Eve attending services &amp;amp; chili at our house, Christmas breakfast at our house, and Christmas evening dinner at my sister's house.  We are nothing if not a bunch of piggies!!!   My niece &amp;amp; nephew got a Wii and a Rock Star Band for Christmas.  Did we ever have us some FUN!!!  The picture above is my son and my nephew boxing on the Wii.  It was soooo funny---they kept getting closer and closer to the TV;  as if they were actually going to jump in the screen and box!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SVV1c8EG0XI/AAAAAAAAAys/75FC4jgxJ6c/s1600-h/Christmas+Day+08+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284258877809283442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SVV1c8EG0XI/AAAAAAAAAys/75FC4jgxJ6c/s400/Christmas+Day+08+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is our annual family photo.  Of course, Hank is the star of the pic!  His mom is holding him, and his dad is behind him.  That's my son (the 30 year old one!!!) standing next to Hank &amp;amp; his mom.  And, of course hubby and me rounding out the pic.  And I do mean "rounding" ha ha ha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SVV1dhoyRCI/AAAAAAAAAy8/2sych6WUZZs/s1600-h/Christmas+Day+08+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284258887895237666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SVV1dhoyRCI/AAAAAAAAAy8/2sych6WUZZs/s400/Christmas+Day+08+022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is the Rock Star portion of our entertainment.  We all took turns--when one could pry the instruments and mic out of the other's hand!!!  In this pic my sister is the lead singer--my son is on guitar---and daughter is on drums.  When I tried the guitar we got booed off stage!!!   Even the dog, Petey, wants in on the action.  Actually, he was jealous of the attention the TV was getting.  He kept finding his toys, jumping on the footstool and dropping the toys, as if to say  "Hey this looks fun, right?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SVV1cZeg8CI/AAAAAAAAAyk/JjsLwPZwKDg/s1600-h/Christmas+Day+08+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284258868524806178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SVV1cZeg8CI/AAAAAAAAAyk/JjsLwPZwKDg/s400/Christmas+Day+08+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I know I have told you about the cookie making Saturday we have each December.  We've been doing this for the past 5 or 6 years, and intend to continue the tradition.  This year, as I was out shopping, I found these aprons at Hallmark marked 40% off.  And, I couldn't resist.  So I got one for each of us (now why didn't I have mine on and get in the pic????).  I even got an extra, you know, just in case!!!  So, next year we have "official" aprons to wear!!! They had some for kids that said "Cookie Taster" and I may go back and get some of those.  I'm sure we'll add little ones through the years---Hank was with us this year but he had NO interest in cooking!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a blessed and happy Christmas for all of us. I hope you found the same joy.  And that you kept the meaning of Christmas in your hearts as you celebrated.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Holidays!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3457041138173889683-817555582297208968?l=littletownbiglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littletownbiglife.blogspot.com/feeds/817555582297208968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3457041138173889683&amp;postID=817555582297208968&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457041138173889683/posts/default/817555582297208968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457041138173889683/posts/default/817555582297208968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littletownbiglife.blogspot.com/2008/12/wheeeee-we-made-it-through-christmas.html' title='Wheeeee!!!! We Made It Through Christmas!!!'/><author><name>Little Town Big Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546690682122855859</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/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SVV1df3krYI/AAAAAAAAAy0/6Y8AIozxous/s72-c/Christmas+Day+08+035.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3457041138173889683.post-2542249950129921026</id><published>2008-12-17T20:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T20:16:46.666-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pressure Cooked!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SUnMRWDW1QI/AAAAAAAAAyc/ys420oXmdNU/s1600-h/Three+Sisters+Inside+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280976636418118914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SUnMRWDW1QI/AAAAAAAAAyc/ys420oXmdNU/s400/Three+Sisters+Inside+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hello there friends &amp;amp; foes!!   This is what I have been looking at for the past four days, round the clock!!  Well, not actually--I &lt;em&gt;have &lt;/em&gt;been home at 10:00 each night, and back at it early the next morning, at least by 6:00 a.m.    I know why people lived above their shops in days of yore.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anyway, I am sooooooo glad that this is Wednesday evening.  I have been fully, and I mean FULLY, booked through this evening.  Why just today:  225 meals @ Saint Francis Labs by 11:00 a.m., lunch at church to oversee, 70 more meals at the Labs by 5:00 p.m. and then dinner service for 25 in Broken Arrow.  At a home that was 12,ooo--that's &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;taaaawelve&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;thousand---square feet large.  We only stayed in the two adjoining kitchens and served to the three dining rooms!!!!!  It was ostentatious, arrogant, flamboyant, gaudy, --- could I think of more adjectives??? Probably.  And to top it off, they had all of these oil pictures (is there a fancier name??) with scripture on them.  And they were the coldest, most demanding bunch!  Just what I feel Jesus himself would NOT have been!!!   Now, if you read my blog, you know I'm a practicing Christian, but &lt;em&gt;come on&lt;/em&gt;---if you're going to hang it on your wall, please, PLEASE, wear it on your sleeve!!!   &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tomorrow I have a breakfast for 75, and two lunches---one for 10, and one for 45.  Then a lunch for 40 to be picked up at 8:00 a.m. Friday, a lunch for 15 to deliver, then a dinner for 15  to deliver at 5:30.  Whew!!  I'll be glad when it's tomorrow night!   Saturday is family cookie day, and I WILL NOT reschedule that!  Even if I do have a lunch to deliver at 11:30 Saturday--it's here in town, so shouldn't be a problem.  Monday a lunch in Sapulpa, Tuesday a lunch in Sand Springs and one in Tulsa, and then----MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!  It's over for the year!!!  I think I'm going to take off til January 15.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well, friends--I may not be commenting on your blogs right now, but I'm reading you!!!  And enjoying each word.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm just living in a pressure cooker!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3457041138173889683-2542249950129921026?l=littletownbiglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littletownbiglife.blogspot.com/feeds/2542249950129921026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3457041138173889683&amp;postID=2542249950129921026&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457041138173889683/posts/default/2542249950129921026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457041138173889683/posts/default/2542249950129921026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littletownbiglife.blogspot.com/2008/12/pressure-cooked.html' title='Pressure Cooked!!!!'/><author><name>Little Town Big Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546690682122855859</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/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SUnMRWDW1QI/AAAAAAAAAyc/ys420oXmdNU/s72-c/Three+Sisters+Inside+011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3457041138173889683.post-8983999820879090746</id><published>2008-12-10T19:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T19:15:27.327-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Right??? Left??? Pause???</title><content type='html'>Decisions, decisions--I want to sit here and blog;  no wait, I want to go to bed;  no, no I want to look at magazines.  What's a gal to do???   It's 9:00 p.m., I just finished a long day at both the kitchen and at church (cooking the evening meal), and I have to get up early tomorrow cause I have 3 large events tomorrow,  3 larger events Friday, and 3 more large ones on Saturday.  Chase those with 2 large events on Sunday and you have my cocktail!!!  Ha ha.  But there is sooooo much I want to do!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, is everyone finished with shopping for the season????  Please, PLEASE say no.  Please let me believe I am not in the minority!!   I have a few things.  We are really cutting back this year.  Not for the reasons most -- we do have jobs.  But it's just time dang it!  Why does Christmas get bigger and bigger.  And why do we feel the need to spend more and more???   I'm freakin tired of it---the rat race to buy the love and adoration of those we shouldn't have to;  the need to have our gifts out do our friends;  so the truck stops here!  It's time to go with fewer "things" and spend more quality time.  And save more for the future. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of spending----I was at a women's event last week, shopping in the temporary bookstore (that was set up just so women would spend even more~~~arg), and did find a stocking stuffer I wanted.  So---I ambled over to the check out area which consisted of two lines.  Wasn't that neat?  Two lines instead of one so that we could get out faster.  The lines, of course, were still 10-15 women deep.  Picked me a line and, as I became the 3rd person in line instead of #15, a cashier looked at me (sweetly, of course, this WAS a Christian event) and said "I see you're paying with debit card--this is the cash &amp;amp; check line".  I laughed and then realized she was serious!  So, being the obedient gal I am, I slunk over to the next line and became, once more, #16!  Now I made it all the way to being second in line when the cashier said to her co-worker "Oh my goodness, our credit card swipe machine has just overloaded!"  Then she looked at the line and asked if they wanted to "trust" them with their numbers and they would process payment the next day.  No, I said, I'll just write a check.  Can you guess what she replied??? Can you???  Yep!  She said, "Well the check line is over there"  CAN YOU BELIEVE THAT????  She actually thought I would step out of my position of #2 and go back to being a "16" for the third time!!!  I looked at her, ever so demurely, and said "I'm not getting out of this line!".  I guess she saw the determination (read fire) in my eyes, cause she said "Ok honey I'll take your check here, but the rest of you--if you want to pay with cash or check, will have to go to the next line"  I think it was a glimpse of shopping to come, and let me tell you, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am terrified!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never fails, if there is a new and confused checker, I have a radar for them.  If they are in training, or don't speak my language, or don't like their job, I can find them in a heartbeat!!!   So you see--I am sooooo looking forward to shopping!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, hubby just stopped by to say "GO TO BED", so I'd better sign off for now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a restful evening!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3457041138173889683-8983999820879090746?l=littletownbiglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littletownbiglife.blogspot.com/feeds/8983999820879090746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3457041138173889683&amp;postID=8983999820879090746&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457041138173889683/posts/default/8983999820879090746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457041138173889683/posts/default/8983999820879090746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littletownbiglife.blogspot.com/2008/12/right-left-pause.html' title='Right??? Left??? Pause???'/><author><name>Little Town Big Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546690682122855859</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-3457041138173889683.post-2976484145749536190</id><published>2008-12-05T07:29:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T07:43:52.790-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hooray for Friday!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/STlJSz-r5NI/AAAAAAAAAyU/7Zo5LuWdwfg/s1600-h/DSC01131.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276329025980851410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/STlJSz-r5NI/AAAAAAAAAyU/7Zo5LuWdwfg/s400/DSC01131.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is one Friday I am going to &lt;em&gt;ENJOY&lt;/em&gt;!!! Beginning next Tuesday, I am booked each and every day and weekend!!! So, today is the day to finish cleaning &amp;amp; decorating around the house---that plus I have a family dinner here on Sunday afternoon. And, since I am away from the house so much anymore, cleaning &amp;amp; decorating are actually enjoyable-how sad is that?????&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last evening was the Christmas Gathering that many of my friends and churchmates attended. It was simply wonderful, just as anticipated!!! The workshops this year included decorating tabletops &amp;amp; doors, new goodies for stocking stuffing, women's health, and ---drumroll please---cooking!!! It was fun and refreshing. AND--we got lots of good food to eat &amp;amp; the recipes too! It was ended with a devotional which reminded all of us to put an internal emphasis on the blessings we have. What a fun night! I took my camera and fully intended to share pics, but after I dropped the camera in my purse, I promptly forgot about it!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hey I have an idea--wouldn't it be neat to spread all the holiday options over 12 months? There are home tours, dinners, special events, all that I won't be able to attend. Just can't fit it all in 4 weeks; but if it were spread over 12 months---wow---I could do it all. And we could do away with the presents all on one night--maybe one a month. I think the pocketbook would appreciate that too! Well, it was a good idea--- Wait! That's what the birth of Christ does for all of us. The blessings He brought and the promises He gave last each and every month! We have churches to go into and celebrate each Sunday, we have His presence (presents) in our lives each and every day, and His blessings are multiplied as we give more and more of ourselves to Him!!! Ok--there you go---Christmas all year long!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, it's time---the boxes of ornaments and decor call to me---the dust and piles of "things" are begging to be put away, so I must  go quickly to the "Grime Scene" and answer the "Call of the Soiled"!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All of you have a great day--enjoy the blessings of the season, and each day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3457041138173889683-2976484145749536190?l=littletownbiglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littletownbiglife.blogspot.com/feeds/2976484145749536190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3457041138173889683&amp;postID=2976484145749536190&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457041138173889683/posts/default/2976484145749536190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457041138173889683/posts/default/2976484145749536190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littletownbiglife.blogspot.com/2008/12/hooray-for-friday.html' title='Hooray for Friday!!!'/><author><name>Little Town Big Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546690682122855859</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/_BY5o7i4HT_4/STlJSz-r5NI/AAAAAAAAAyU/7Zo5LuWdwfg/s72-c/DSC01131.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3457041138173889683.post-2699754985116215479</id><published>2008-12-01T05:37:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T05:53:53.177-08:00</updated><title type='text'>December Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/STPpGZbPuZI/AAAAAAAAAyM/GtHe56CuiMw/s1600-h/DSC01129.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274815884694632850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/STPpGZbPuZI/AAAAAAAAAyM/GtHe56CuiMw/s400/DSC01129.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Happy December 1~~~ &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love this time of year, and yet, it can be the most stressful time of all! Do you feel it whirling towards you? All of the shopping, cooking, cleaning, planning, card signing, event attending, etc., etc., coming faster and faster????????&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well, take a deep breath and repeat "This is the day that the Lord has made, I will be rejoice and be glad in it" I will, I WILL!!!!! These are the days we look back to as the "good ole days" and wish we had taken them with more care!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yesterday, hubby and I forsook all responsibilities and (after church of course!), went to eat at a neat little restaurant, The Palace Cafe in the Cherry St district. Then we went to the Festival of Trees at Philbrook Museum. And then, my favorite of all!, we went to Utica Square and shopped at Williams Sonoma and Margo's. Two really big faves on my list! And we topped it off with a visit to Target---back to reality shopping--ha ha ha. It felt sooooo good to have no plan, just take our time and eat, browse and welcome the season. We haven't done that in such a LONG time. And may not for another long while, but it made me feel so settled. So ready.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have a couple of things scheduled for this week and then---BAM! Next week it becomes marathon cooking once again! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My son turns 30! Yes, 30!!! His birthday is Saturday, and we'll have lunch for him on Sunday. Boy! That sounds like he has an old mother---NOT! It's all a state of mind as long as one doesn't look in the mirror or shop in the Jr Dept!! I think I'm pretty agile &amp;amp; hip for the mom of a 30 year old. I must say---I have enjoyed nothing more than being the mom of my two children. They have brought such joy and fulfillment to my life. I just wish I saw them more these days. You know--they think they have to have these separate lives!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Went to visit my daughter, son in law and Hank on Saturday. My mom had not seen her new home, so my niece and I took her. Then we had lunch together. I am so proud for them. They have worked hard to get to this stage of life---his two terms in Iraq, moving multiple times over 5 years, living in a little shoebox for nearly a year, his staff infection (which is fine!), her pregnancy with him overseas until the last 5 days. Well, I know there are many, MANY others with like and more dire conditions, but I'm still happy and proud for them!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now, it's off to clean the house before I go and do major cleaning at the catering kitchen. Getting ready for that whirlwind to hit you know! Enjoy the holidays!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3457041138173889683-2699754985116215479?l=littletownbiglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littletownbiglife.blogspot.com/feeds/2699754985116215479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3457041138173889683&amp;postID=2699754985116215479&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457041138173889683/posts/default/2699754985116215479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457041138173889683/posts/default/2699754985116215479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littletownbiglife.blogspot.com/2008/12/december-days.html' title='December Days'/><author><name>Little Town Big Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546690682122855859</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/_BY5o7i4HT_4/STPpGZbPuZI/AAAAAAAAAyM/GtHe56CuiMw/s72-c/DSC01129.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3457041138173889683.post-6871051675328373686</id><published>2008-11-27T16:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T16:19:42.368-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks(ful)giving</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SS816N8DxBI/AAAAAAAAAyE/1ELeJnyB09c/s1600-h/Thanksgiving+08+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273492962964390930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SS816N8DxBI/AAAAAAAAAyE/1ELeJnyB09c/s400/Thanksgiving+08+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, so I waited a little too long in the evening for this photo--I'll try to take another, better one, but I wanted you to see the new city light fixtures and the Christmas wreaths that are hung in town. And this one is right outside my kitchen. I think it's quite quaint. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thank God from whom all blessings flow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thank Him ye people here below&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thank Him above you heavenly hosts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thank Father, Son and Holy Ghost&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ok, so I took some creative license in the translation of that verse, but I think it actually makes it more personal. And I wanted to express just that on this Thanksgiving Evening.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I am thankful that I was able to bound out of bed this morning; that I had a house to sleep in; that I had Thanksgiving dinner with both sides of the family at the same house; that I am able to pursue my hobby as work--you know, the kitchen!!!; that my children are safe and secure; that we still have both sets of parents with us; that I live in this particular corner of the universe; that I have dear friends; that I have just enough to make life quite comfortable--not too little as to be in need and not too much as to become "haughty" about it; that I have gas in the car, bills paid, a perfect husband, ---- oh I could go on and on and on. But I am just thankful!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; I think thankfulness is more a way of life, or a state of mind, than just a daily celebration. And I truly believe that as we live life being aware of all that we have been blessed with, we become more of the person God intended us to be. He allows us to choose our own state of mind--glass half empty or half full? Want to be an encourager or a discourager? Am I living 24/7 as He would have me, showing those around me each and every minute of each and every day His character, or am I plowing "full speed ahead" with my own agenda---disrupting all of His plans as I go?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I am so thankful for life in general---no, not for the trials and tragedies, but for getting up each morning, and understanding the slate is fresh and clean--that this is the day that He has made---I can rejoice &amp;amp; be glad in it or suffer from my own choosings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I hope all of you reading this have had a wonderful day--that you ate too much---loved enthusiastically---appreciated humbly, and that tomorrow you have an idea of your many blessings!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Bon Nuit! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3457041138173889683-6871051675328373686?l=littletownbiglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littletownbiglife.blogspot.com/feeds/6871051675328373686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3457041138173889683&amp;postID=6871051675328373686&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457041138173889683/posts/default/6871051675328373686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457041138173889683/posts/default/6871051675328373686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littletownbiglife.blogspot.com/2008/11/thanksfulgiving.html' title='Thanks(ful)giving'/><author><name>Little Town Big Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546690682122855859</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/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SS816N8DxBI/AAAAAAAAAyE/1ELeJnyB09c/s72-c/Thanksgiving+08+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3457041138173889683.post-1166182223888790947</id><published>2008-11-22T06:14:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T06:38:57.099-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pushing Daisies @ The Pie Hole!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SSgUO-IeUeI/AAAAAAAAAx8/6EXqQpJ0lqg/s1600-h/DSC01657.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271485611266429410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SSgUO-IeUeI/AAAAAAAAAx8/6EXqQpJ0lqg/s400/DSC01657.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or perhaps this post should be "The Week of A Thousand Pies"!!!  Well, ok, not that many--but close! ha ha ha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday I delivered lunch at three different places for 180 people.  It was a Turkey Dinner Marathon.  That was the last of deliveries for a week.  This week will be concentrated on pies --  pumpkin pies, cream pies, pecan pies, chocolate pies, fruit pies.  You name it, I'll bake it! On Wednesday I have several people picking up dinners.  And some picking up dressing only.  Hmmm  guess people don't like making dressing!!  Strikes me as funny.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I bought this business I was determined that I &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;would not&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; work 12 &amp;amp; 14 hour days---that I would only take so many jobs each day/week, and that I would slow life down.   NOT!  How different when it's your own responsibility &amp;amp; the reputation lies on your own shoulders.  Just yesterday I began work at 5:30 a.m. and ended at 8:30 p.m.   I just can't seem to say no to jobs---you know, I DO have bills to pay.  And I don't want to loose valuable customers.  So, I am working longer and harder than I ever imagined I would, and enjoying it greatly!  It's a big bonus that hubby likes the business as much as I do!  He comes right after his "day" job, and stays til I go home.  Sometimes I have to put aside what I need to do cause I know he's tired, and I don't want him running out of energy.  We work well together (even if we do sound cranky from time to time) and he is sooooo supportive.  I am blessed to have him!  Just another reason I am thankful for him---there's my "thankful" post!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm also thankful that my son-in-law is doing better today. You remember he's in the hospital with staph--well it DID come back positive for MRSA on the second culture, but it's under control---we hope.  On Thursday he had a set back;  a reaction to the antibiotics.  He began to run a 103 fever, and broke out in a horrendous rash all over his body.  The Drs were afraid that they wouldn't be able to treat the infection, and that it had invaded his blood stream.  But, as an answer to our prayers, they lessened the dosage of the antibiotic and and gave him something to counteract the effects.  As of last night, the fever had broken and the rash was subsiding.  They took him off the IV dosage &amp;amp; put him on an oral dosage and so far good.  He will be in the hospital at  the very least through the weekend.  AND--the staph is not in the blood.  Prayers answered!  Please keep him in your prayers--it's not over yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today I am going to do something DIFFERENT!!!   At least different from the kitchen.  It used to be something ordinary;  funny how things take an alternate path!  Anywho---I'm going to two craft shows!!   Affair of the Heart is in Tulsa, and I, by golly, am taking the day off and attending.  And, The Church at Battle Creek is having a craft show and I plan to stop there also!!  I invited son's new girlfriend to go and she said yes---some time to get to know one another!  Can't wait for the day to take off!!! You know, when the kids were small a dear friend (who deserted me for the fields of Kansas!) and I used to travel the craft show circuit peddling our wares.  I got to where I didn't really like craft fairs.  But now----I'm rip roarin ready!!!  I'll let you know how they turn out!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, gotta run---I really &lt;strong&gt;should&lt;/strong&gt; straighten up the house &lt;em&gt;a bit&lt;/em&gt; before I take off for a day of fun, fun, FUN!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have a blessed day----&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3457041138173889683-1166182223888790947?l=littletownbiglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littletownbiglife.blogspot.com/feeds/1166182223888790947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3457041138173889683&amp;postID=1166182223888790947&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457041138173889683/posts/default/1166182223888790947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457041138173889683/posts/default/1166182223888790947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littletownbiglife.blogspot.com/2008/11/pushing-daisies.html' title='Pushing Daisies @ The Pie Hole!'/><author><name>Little Town Big Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546690682122855859</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/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SSgUO-IeUeI/AAAAAAAAAx8/6EXqQpJ0lqg/s72-c/DSC01657.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3457041138173889683.post-3960079112801618802</id><published>2008-11-17T18:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T19:06:21.008-08:00</updated><title type='text'>On The Menu:  Turkey!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SSIuYjDLfyI/AAAAAAAAAx0/1Q-OpBdEaKQ/s1600-h/Thanksgiving+Photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269825513237217058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 140px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 89px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SSIuYjDLfyI/AAAAAAAAAx0/1Q-OpBdEaKQ/s400/Thanksgiving+Photo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's the calm before the storm!  Today was mellow--tomorrow begins the "cooking of the turkeys"---I have 120 lbs to bake for the church dinner Wednesday, and 160 lbs to bake for lunch deliveries on Friday.  Not to mention pumpkin pie for 140, along with dressing, taters &amp;amp; gravy, cranberry salad--all for the church dinner.  Friday deliveries include ham, dressing, taters &amp;amp; gravy for 180!  AND--the orders for pies have begun.  Think perhaps I'd like to have pizza for Thanksgiving dinner????  Not going to happen--we tend to be verrry traditional when it comes to Thanksgiving dinner.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hey--I have a request--my son in law is sitting in the ER as I write, waiting with his records to see what the verdict will be on his hand.  You see, he has contracted staph infection in his hand (one of the benefits of his in hospital nursing training), and after multiple rounds of antibiotics, and having the area lanced &amp;amp; packed with antibiotic, his hand still isn't looking as well as they would like.  So he has been sent to the ER to see if IV antibiotics are required, and to see if the infection has attacked the joint of his finger.  So--all this to say--please say a prayer for him.  I wish there was something I could do to help them get through this quickly, but ERs being what they are, well, he's been waiting for 6 hours now.  About the time he's up for the "next room" an ambulance arrives with a priority patient!  Anyway, keep him in your thoughts.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now, about Thanksgiving--I'm thankful he isn't one of those "priority" patients;  I'm thankful he's no longer in Iraq;  I'm thankful for the beautiful young lady my son is seeing;  I'm thankful I'm able to work at my "dream" job;  I'm thankful for family close by;  I'm thankful that I am living in a nation of freedom--I can write what I want, say what I choose, go where I like;  I'm thankful the election is OVER!!!   I'm thankful for my dear friends--you know who you are--and I treasure you!!!  I'm thankful to have blessings too great to list!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And, I'm thankful that now I can go and recline on my comfy sofa, with a blanket thrown over, my cat by my side, and feel content, safe and happy!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have a good week!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3457041138173889683-3960079112801618802?l=littletownbiglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littletownbiglife.blogspot.com/feeds/3960079112801618802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3457041138173889683&amp;postID=3960079112801618802&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457041138173889683/posts/default/3960079112801618802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457041138173889683/posts/default/3960079112801618802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littletownbiglife.blogspot.com/2008/11/on-menu-turkey.html' title='On The Menu:  Turkey!'/><author><name>Little Town Big Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546690682122855859</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/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SSIuYjDLfyI/AAAAAAAAAx0/1Q-OpBdEaKQ/s72-c/Thanksgiving+Photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3457041138173889683.post-4797506198085147513</id><published>2008-11-13T07:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T07:26:03.962-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Moment In Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SRxCSpt0t4I/AAAAAAAAAxs/fqTlfLhnavM/s1600-h/Pumpkins.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268158552319768450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 184px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 172px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SRxCSpt0t4I/AAAAAAAAAxs/fqTlfLhnavM/s400/Pumpkins.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hello blog friends!!!   It's been a while since my last post--did you miss me???  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well, this morning, I decided to MAKE myself take a few moments and check in blogland.  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's been a slow week--which I desperately needed, and which makes me nervous.  I loved having the "down" time--cleaning a bit, running errands, catching up on paperwork, but at the same time this thought keeps running through the back of my  mind  "Is the economic plunge coming to visit??"   And that frightens me!!!  I do have several bookings for Thanksgiving &amp;amp; December events, but the daily schedule looks slow.  One big event in December has downsized due to layoffs.  Guess I'm just thankful they didn't cancel (oh, oh  there's a thankful post!!!).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;In the meantime, hubby survived the first round of layoffs at his place of work.  He works at a business that caters to the airline industry--both public &amp;amp; private--and it has affected them.  There will probably be more layoffs, but we'll survive--I have a job all lined out for him--ha ha ha!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I really feel sorry for all those laid off --  there is no good time, but this time of year is so devastating for families.  I went to one of my regular suppliers this week, and they are closing the public side of their business.  Several people are loosing jobs on Nov 24.   It makes me sad for them.  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I think that we are suffering not only the effects of the recession, but the effects of the national greed.  People have been pushed to keep up with the "Joneses" and to do it with credit.  (BTW--who ARE these Joneses and why do they do so well???)  Hubby &amp;amp; I went through the Dave Ramsey Financial course about 6 years ago--long before the recession was even mentioned, and it made such an impact on our financial security.  We conditioned ourselves out of the credit card position--it galls me that credit has been crammed down our throats!  It always made me irate to go to college events and see Visa &amp;amp; Mastercard set up ready to sign all the students.  Credit had become a way of life for the American people and now we're paying the price.  It's hard for me to sympathize with couples who can't make their $4000.00 monthly mortgage payment, or their $500 car payment while both working and spending like there was no end.  For 4 years my car was a 93 Jimmy that had no bells or whistles, and didn't look great, but it was paid for AND it got me to my destination as well as a brand spankin new one!  Sure I got some rolled eyeballs when I'd pull up into a lot of shiny cars, and when it would make funny noises, but it allowed us to save enough to make a substantial downpayment on a car when it was needed.  And then, guess what!!! We DIDN'T buy a new, off the lot car!  You know--the kind that drops in value the minute it rolls off the showroom floor!  No, we bought a 4 year old car-and I am soooo proud of it.  Not to mention that I am proud of the fact that we can make the payment even if our salary drops even more!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ok, so much for that "moment in time".  I just think the majority of Americans have confused "need" and "want".  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I had to attend 2 funerals this week, and one of the preachers made a comment that caused me to think.  He said something to the affect that  we keep talking about the "good old days" and finally he asked someone why the "old" days were so "good".  The answer came back that we had more friends, did more family things, weren't so rushed.  And he said in this age of technology, where so many inventions have been added to make life easier, we still push ourselves faster and faster!  It would seem that we could slow down and let the technology take over!  So, I'm thinking about slowing down.  Right after I get my "to do" list done!  ha ha ha&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well, friends, I have written alot and said nothing, so I'm going to end this "moment in time" and go change the sheets.  Then I will go to the "town kitchen" and make 16 dozen sugar cookies for the library tomorrow!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Enjoy the changing colors.  Call a friend, visit family---at least have a slow cup of coffee or tea!  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3457041138173889683-4797506198085147513?l=littletownbiglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littletownbiglife.blogspot.com/feeds/4797506198085147513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3457041138173889683&amp;postID=4797506198085147513&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457041138173889683/posts/default/4797506198085147513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457041138173889683/posts/default/4797506198085147513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littletownbiglife.blogspot.com/2008/11/moment-in-time.html' title='A Moment In Time'/><author><name>Little Town Big Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546690682122855859</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/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SRxCSpt0t4I/AAAAAAAAAxs/fqTlfLhnavM/s72-c/Pumpkins.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3457041138173889683.post-6612916233912065500</id><published>2008-11-02T18:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T18:45:51.885-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Amazing Grace</title><content type='html'>Did you see the "I'm Thankful" tab in my sidebar?  Well, to get the full explanation, click on it and read about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, for my "thankful" beginning, I would like to begin with my church.  Today was the celebration of 100 years of the church.  We had a super huge (for our little town church) event;  over 575 present and former members attended, three former pastors, and various "dignitaries".  We celebrated with a luncheon afterwards, centennial cookbooks, DVDs, etc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back at the pictures of the progression of the church family---those who have gone on to our heavenly home, those who have moved away, those who we've lost touch with, those who still attend--all of this made me so grateful to be a part of this congregation--no!  family!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many lives have been touched, so many children taught, so many musicals and Christmas pagents, so many weddings &amp;amp; funerals, so many just plain ole Sunday mornings.  It's sad to think that some don't have the privilege of worshipping as they would like;  that some choose to live their lives without the blessing of a church family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, so much could be written about this wonderful day, but (as I catered the event!!!), I'm stopping here for now!  More as I digest is all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be thankful!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3457041138173889683-6612916233912065500?l=littletownbiglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littletownbiglife.blogspot.com/feeds/6612916233912065500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3457041138173889683&amp;postID=6612916233912065500&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457041138173889683/posts/default/6612916233912065500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457041138173889683/posts/default/6612916233912065500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littletownbiglife.blogspot.com/2008/11/amazing-grace.html' title='Amazing Grace'/><author><name>Little Town Big Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546690682122855859</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-3457041138173889683.post-8004926323437319773</id><published>2008-10-30T20:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T20:47:58.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things That Make Me Go    HMMMMM</title><content type='html'>These are just some random thoughts whilst I wait for a cake to "set" so that I can put the final icing coat on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that I could sleep all morning long Monday through Friday, but when Saturday &amp;amp; Sunday arrive, I am up before dawn?  Can't go back to sleep so I get up, read the paper, re-read the Sunday School lesson, drink several cups of tea, and wait for the sun.   The rest of the week I hit the alarm--snooze 5 more minutes please!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate low-rise pants.  Can't wait for the style to return to the natural waist!  When I was in high school we called them "bell bottoms" and "hip huggers", now they are just "low" and "super low".  I wore them in high school, long before the battle of the "overflow".  Now, I can only wear them with a top long enough to cover the tummy torment, and then, am uncomfortable all day long as the non-muscles in my torso press down, down, down on the pants.  Which results in my pulling them up all day long.  That's attractive! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do campaigns last so dadgummed long?  And why are they so negative?  Wouldn't it be great if, just once, a candidate got to the podium and announced  "I am only talking about my plans and credentials.  I will only tell you what I will do, and how equipped I am"  Yea right, like that would happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does time pass so quickly when you are on a schedule, and so slowly when you are anticipating excitement? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, now, I must return to my kitchen to finish yet another "work of art".  Ha ha ha ha ha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Boo Day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3457041138173889683-8004926323437319773?l=littletownbiglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littletownbiglife.blogspot.com/feeds/8004926323437319773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3457041138173889683&amp;postID=8004926323437319773&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457041138173889683/posts/default/8004926323437319773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457041138173889683/posts/default/8004926323437319773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littletownbiglife.blogspot.com/2008/10/things-that-make-me-go-hmmmmm.html' title='Things That Make Me Go    HMMMMM'/><author><name>Little Town Big Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546690682122855859</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-3457041138173889683.post-6966520900428954469</id><published>2008-10-27T17:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T17:53:26.171-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween's Around The Corner!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SQZfehqhW-I/AAAAAAAAAxk/MEwzXKLF4gw/s1600-h/Wreasth+Sale++&amp;amp;+Ashley"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261998192666434530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SQZfehqhW-I/AAAAAAAAAxk/MEwzXKLF4gw/s400/Wreasth+Sale++%26+Ashley%27s+House+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happy Halloween!!!  Isn't this a cute card??  Kari @ Just Livin Large made this for ME!  I'm so touched--see that's what blog friends do.  They think about each other, read to see what's happening and send little remembrances of holidays.  At least Kari has the deciency to do that--me?  I just think how nice it would be for me to share with others and then I nod off.  Thanks Kari--you made my week!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SQZfeR0ak5I/AAAAAAAAAxc/yNg9dVDkQ0U/s1600-h/Wreasth+Sale++&amp;amp;+Ashley"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261998188412965778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SQZfeR0ak5I/AAAAAAAAAxc/yNg9dVDkQ0U/s400/Wreasth+Sale++%26+Ashley%27s+House+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;And speaking of the cutest card--this kid is a card allright!  He's growing by leaps &amp;amp; bounds.  And he has such a sense of humor!  I just hate it that I don't get to share in each &amp;amp; every day of his!  But, when we do get to see him, I just soak it up like a sponge.  We visited his new house Saturday, and he was so excited.  He showed us his closet and his underwear drawer.  Priorities you know!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SQZfGITnYfI/AAAAAAAAAxU/q77EJ3Wn_O4/s1600-h/Wreasth+Sale++&amp;amp;+Ashley"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261997773542613490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SQZfGITnYfI/AAAAAAAAAxU/q77EJ3Wn_O4/s400/Wreasth+Sale++%26+Ashley%27s+House+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I just love to see kittens sleeping.  Don't they look comfy and warm?  These are Hank's kittens, Stars and Stripes.  (Yes, his mom and dad are very American minded!  After all his dad IS a Marine!).  My mom sent the kittens this bed, and they jumped right in for an afternoon nap.  My idea of heaven!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SQZfFfkKiSI/AAAAAAAAAxM/2csKFBxMjnY/s1600-h/Wreasth+Sale++&amp;amp;+Ashley"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261997762606172450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SQZfFfkKiSI/AAAAAAAAAxM/2csKFBxMjnY/s400/Wreasth+Sale++%26+Ashley%27s+House+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yes, Penny the Queen is at it again!  My BFF couldn't resist hanging herself in the wreath.  Think she'd look cute on my front door???  Our ladies (boring) club had a "wreath sale fundraiser" for student aid (scholarship fund).  Everyone was to fashion or purchase a wreath for the sale.  This is the one I bought---I was afraid no one else would buy it and I didn't want the lady who made it to feel bad.  Isn't that sweet of me???  Now I'll share some of the others we bid on.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SQZfFFqsVDI/AAAAAAAAAxE/RBtnfbAojHM/s1600-h/Wreasth+Sale++&amp;amp;+Ashley"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261997755654231090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SQZfFFqsVDI/AAAAAAAAAxE/RBtnfbAojHM/s400/Wreasth+Sale++%26+Ashley%27s+House+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is the wreath I made.  It went for a good price, so I wasn't embarrassed.  I actually made it.  Impressed aren't you!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SQZfEbIKGfI/AAAAAAAAAw8/9hcPTAoKdHM/s1600-h/Wreasth+Sale++&amp;amp;+Ashley"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261997744235092466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SQZfEbIKGfI/AAAAAAAAAw8/9hcPTAoKdHM/s400/Wreasth+Sale++%26+Ashley%27s+House+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I really, really wanted this one.  BFF Penny the Queen made this one---her talents go on and on and on and on.  But alas, it went out of my budgeted amount to spend for the evening!  It's soooo cute.  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SQZfEOCwOrI/AAAAAAAAAw0/Uj_Zr44Hvjc/s1600-h/Wreasth+Sale++&amp;amp;+Ashley"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261997740722764466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SQZfEOCwOrI/AAAAAAAAAw0/Uj_Zr44Hvjc/s400/Wreasth+Sale++%26+Ashley%27s+House+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;And, we had some "general" fall wreaths.  This was a popular one.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;All of the wreaths were quite pretty, and it was fun bidding against one another.  Between 16 ladies we raised over $500 for the college girls we support in our scholarships.  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Last week was a BUSY one--I hardly had time to get in the car and come home!!  This week I am slowing W A Y down.  Hank is coming Thursday for "Trunk or Treat" and he's spending the night.  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sunday I am catering a 100 year celebration of the birthday of my church.  Over 550 people have rsvp'd!~  So, I'm focusing most of my energy for that!  I have 4 jobs scheduled for the week and that's it---saying NO to the rest of the calls.  I'll be shopping, coordinating and baking for Sunday!!  Then on Monday, I have a luncheon for 175!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well, just wanted to share some pics and check in!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Have a Halloweenie week!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3457041138173889683-6966520900428954469?l=littletownbiglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littletownbiglife.blogspot.com/feeds/6966520900428954469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3457041138173889683&amp;postID=6966520900428954469&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457041138173889683/posts/default/6966520900428954469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457041138173889683/posts/default/6966520900428954469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littletownbiglife.blogspot.com/2008/10/halloweens-around-corner.html' title='Halloween&apos;s Around The Corner!!!!'/><author><name>Little Town Big Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546690682122855859</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/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SQZfehqhW-I/AAAAAAAAAxk/MEwzXKLF4gw/s72-c/Wreasth+Sale++%26+Ashley%27s+House+007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3457041138173889683.post-1890211225953147813</id><published>2008-10-14T19:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T19:27:08.677-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love Wedding Receptions!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SPVTb84lnCI/AAAAAAAAAwU/8UDJqjJXNmM/s1600-h/Reception+10-08+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257199879689968674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SPVTb84lnCI/AAAAAAAAAwU/8UDJqjJXNmM/s400/Reception+10-08+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;In my last post, I told you that I was doing a wedding reception on Sunday.  And I did!  It was held in an old, old house in downtown Tulsa which is now used for events.  Wanted to share some photos of the items we provided.  Above is how we served the "gourmet" shrimp cocktail--oversized martini glasses!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SPVTcNcSN1I/AAAAAAAAAwc/eLVpxNr0jdo/s1600-h/Reception+10-08+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257199884134659922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SPVTcNcSN1I/AAAAAAAAAwc/eLVpxNr0jdo/s400/Reception+10-08+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;The bride's colors were blue &amp;amp; brown (duh!), so I asked her for permission to use those colors around the food.  She happily agreed, so here's what we did with our limited budget (read $0.00).  The flowers were provided, so we just "tweaked" the scene.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SPVTcJdgtII/AAAAAAAAAwk/GHvMc10Bb8U/s1600-h/Reception+10-08+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257199883066061954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SPVTcJdgtII/AAAAAAAAAwk/GHvMc10Bb8U/s400/Reception+10-08+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;The bride had napkins left from showers, so we wrapped the eating utensils &amp;amp; used them as decor!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SPVTciMVLtI/AAAAAAAAAws/Lr-roycBKE8/s1600-h/Reception+10-08+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257199889704890066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SPVTciMVLtI/AAAAAAAAAws/Lr-roycBKE8/s400/Reception+10-08+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Another martini glass with hummus &amp;amp; veggies.  Wish I had taken alot more pics--I did take a few more, but didn't want to overload your visual senses!!!   &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The bride &amp;amp; family were really pleased with our work--even tipped us!  Whoopee!!!   Then, come Tuesday, back to our routine lunch deliveries!!  I really like doing wedding, anniversaries, birthdays, especially when we are allowed to join the decor!   I'm going to enhance my website with some of my pictures.  Maybe I'll get to do more decorating along with the food!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And, as it's now late, I'll close and wish you SWEET DREAMS!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3457041138173889683-1890211225953147813?l=littletownbiglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littletownbiglife.blogspot.com/feeds/1890211225953147813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3457041138173889683&amp;postID=1890211225953147813&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457041138173889683/posts/default/1890211225953147813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457041138173889683/posts/default/1890211225953147813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littletownbiglife.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-love-wedding-receptions.html' title='I Love Wedding Receptions!'/><author><name>Little Town Big Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546690682122855859</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/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SPVTb84lnCI/AAAAAAAAAwU/8UDJqjJXNmM/s72-c/Reception+10-08+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3457041138173889683.post-3062608545268606894</id><published>2008-10-11T14:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T14:22:39.194-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pumpkins &amp; Parties</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SPEVW_Jz-9I/AAAAAAAAAv0/7j7u5lnYvUU/s1600-h/Pumpkins+08+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256005724771974098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SPEVW_Jz-9I/AAAAAAAAAv0/7j7u5lnYvUU/s400/Pumpkins+08+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Do you like my pumpkins???  I saw this idea in a magazine (good grief, I have sooo many I don't remember which one), and thought they were quite cute.  But I have to admit---I CHEATED!!!!  The one I saw had been painted, and I wanted a "short cut".  So---I used a permanent marker!!  Dried quick as a flash and looks just as good!  And, yes, that is an old container on the sideboard--oops!  That's what we get Abby's food from the garage in to put in her bowl.  I completely forgot it was there when I snapped this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SPEVWzBz2gI/AAAAAAAAAv8/HtpI-YaToks/s1600-h/Last+Day+at+CPS_0003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256005721517185538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SPEVWzBz2gI/AAAAAAAAAv8/HtpI-YaToks/s400/Last+Day+at+CPS_0003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Now, I am fully aware that I left the school 6 weeks ago (my how time flies!!!), but one of my dear ex-co-workers (and dear friend) just gave me some pictures she took that last day.  I wanted to share them with you to give you an idea of how nice that bunch of people are!  I think I posted about the flowers I got on a previous post, but aren't they just too pretty?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SPEVXKHif3I/AAAAAAAAAwE/o8eDpgvlf_U/s1600-h/Last+Day+at+CPS_0018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256005727715229554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SPEVXKHif3I/AAAAAAAAAwE/o8eDpgvlf_U/s400/Last+Day+at+CPS_0018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is a picture of two dear friends.  On your left (in white shirt) is a dear friend who has shared many memories with me.  She lived across the street from us, her daughter babysat for my kids, and I have spent many, MANY Saturday nights at her kitchen table playing cards.  We even took a "neighborhood" trip to Hawaii together ages ago.  We've been through alot together and I love her dearly.  The one on your right (in blue shirt) is a childhood friend and soul sister!!!   She's the gal I began catering with.  Tho I am older than she is, we grew up on the same street, worked for the same dentist, go to church together, and ended up at the same office!  Our in-laws were bestest friends too.  She is the one who took my place, so now she sits in my old office.  She's a hoot, tons of fun, and a dear dear person to know.  And know what??  My daughter babysat for her daughter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SPEVX6f2c_I/AAAAAAAAAwM/FgPucYMmiSk/s1600-h/Last+Day+at+CPS_0014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256005740702102514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SPEVX6f2c_I/AAAAAAAAAwM/FgPucYMmiSk/s400/Last+Day+at+CPS_0014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Now these two gals are two workers I couldn't image not having known!!  The one in the Code Red (football jargon) is quite a bit younger than I, so even tho we are both from the same area, I didn't get to know her until she came to work.  And she is one fun gal!!!  She kept me sane the entire time I was working with her.  And smart!  She can do any job you put in front of her.  She kept us in stitches each and every day.  And the one with the floral shirt?  She is one of the truly kindest, most genuine people I have ever had the pleasure to know.  I wish I could have been around her forever and ever!  She is married to a sweetheart of a guy and they have the two cutest (grown) daughters I have ever seen!  I miss all of these gals.  So every now and again, I have to stop in and say a quick "hi" and keep in touch with them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tomorrow I have a wedding reception--this is one I will be staying and serving for, and decorating the food table.  I'll be taking some pictures of this one to share with you.  The bride is so sweet--we met the other day to go over details.  Poor thing--she learned just a couple of weeks back that the business had sold.  Can you imagine thinking you have booked one caterer only to find out it's someone you have no knowledge of!!!  So, I want to really knock her socks off with this reception.  And she has a wedding coordinator, so I want him to get an idea of my "good" work.  This could lead to further jobs!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all the economic fears, I have been a little concerned about what it would do to my business.  But it seems to be staying busy, and I have already booked some holiday events.  So, maybe the recession will arrive here after it's over--ha ha ha!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a few thoughts from my Saturday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good day--relax and read a magazine!  Christmas is just down the lane.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3457041138173889683-3062608545268606894?l=littletownbiglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littletownbiglife.blogspot.com/feeds/3062608545268606894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3457041138173889683&amp;postID=3062608545268606894&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457041138173889683/posts/default/3062608545268606894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457041138173889683/posts/default/3062608545268606894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littletownbiglife.blogspot.com/2008/10/pumpkins-parties.html' title='Pumpkins &amp; Parties'/><author><name>Little Town Big Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546690682122855859</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/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SPEVW_Jz-9I/AAAAAAAAAv0/7j7u5lnYvUU/s72-c/Pumpkins+08+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3457041138173889683.post-5907472615431870064</id><published>2008-10-09T06:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T06:58:33.728-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Friends~~~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SO4LmLpuuzI/AAAAAAAAAus/CQkJ2D-0gsA/s1600-h/collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SO4LmLVRz2I/AAAAAAAAAu0/c4dn1_oRitg/s1600-h/collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255150565692919650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SO4LmLVRz2I/AAAAAAAAAu0/c4dn1_oRitg/s400/collage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Have you  made new blog friends???  I love hearing from others out there in "blog world" and, after checking a comment left on the previous post, now have a new blog friend---and she's just down the road in another town nearby!!   So, Carol, if you are reading---I, too, am a 50 something gal, who worked in the public educational system before jumping into the unknown world of catering.  One of these days I'm going to learn how to "link" others on my page and I'll send you to some of these sweeties sites.  In the meantime, if you would like to read Carol's gorgeous blog, go to my comment page and travel the links!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SO4Lma6X53I/AAAAAAAAAu8/xk4qfPfgVWg/s1600-h/DSC01653.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255150569875040114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SO4Lma6X53I/AAAAAAAAAu8/xk4qfPfgVWg/s400/DSC01653.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;October has GOT to be my favorite month (and not just because it's my birthday month--no hint intended).  I love the colors associated with the fall--the oranges, browns, golds, and such.  And I love Halloween.  I don't believe that letting children dress up and enjoy this holiday will turn them into broom riding witches!!!  Or mess with their minds to the point they become worshippers of the underworld!!!  I, myself, dressed up each and every Halloween until I was, oh, 30 or 40--still do if given the opportunity!  And I am a staunch believer and follower of Jesus Christ.  So there---urban legend busted!!   I'm celebrating the wonder of childhood, the community of friends, the joy of giving, and the awe of make believe.  I think some of what is wrong with society today is we have put our own childhood ways toooo far behind.  We need to let our hair down and have some fun--pretend--wear mom's make up &amp;amp; dress up--eat candy--share treats with others---&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wait just a second while I climb down off my soapbox-----&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There, enough of that ranting.  I just HAD to speak my mind for a moment.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now, I have to get back to my reality life and clean up a bit, make a cake, fix a tasting dish and meet a client.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Please enjoy the sights of this season, enjoy this cool weather and give out some candy!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have a great day!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3457041138173889683-5907472615431870064?l=littletownbiglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littletownbiglife.blogspot.com/feeds/5907472615431870064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3457041138173889683&amp;postID=5907472615431870064&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457041138173889683/posts/default/5907472615431870064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457041138173889683/posts/default/5907472615431870064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littletownbiglife.blogspot.com/2008/10/new-friends.html' title='New Friends~~~'/><author><name>Little Town Big Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546690682122855859</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/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SO4LmLVRz2I/AAAAAAAAAu0/c4dn1_oRitg/s72-c/collage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3457041138173889683.post-3672231062829828345</id><published>2008-10-07T19:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T19:47:29.191-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Owww Owww OOO Ouch!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SOwbtzMpiOI/AAAAAAAAAuk/5Epgrghtai8/s1600-h/Tooth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254605338885851362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SOwbtzMpiOI/AAAAAAAAAuk/5Epgrghtai8/s400/Tooth.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;If this is the backside of a "hurting" tooth, then it is mine!  Yesterday, as I drove home from the grocery store, I reached into my purse, took out a piece of sugar free SOFT gum, unwrapped the stick, slipped it into my mouth and WHAM!!!!  Boulders!!!  The first small "chew" and BOULDERS came tumbling onto my tongue. My first thought was "what the heck . . . . ".  I immediately stopped the chewing, and luckily, I was the only car at a stop sign, so I spit the entire contents of my mouth into my hand.  Jeepers!!!  There was the gum and two ginormous pieces of something white and hard!  It took a moment for it to sink in-----that was my TOOTH!!!   I just sat there looking at the pieces, trying to make sense of it all.  Finally, I ran my tongue over that area and OUCH--jagged edges!!! The remaining tooth didn't hurt, but the jagged edge sliced through my tongue.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now, several years ago, I worked as a dental assistant, so I knew a bit about what to look for in the mirror.  And it wasn't there!!!   The molar had broken off on the inside all the way down to the gumline.  And from distal to meisial.   You dentistry people know that means front to back!!  And it wasn't good!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Got on the cell phone immediately (thank goodness for cell phones!!  I would have missed the slot just cancelled by a previous patient), and called Dr. Bobby.  They got me in today at 8:00 a.m.    That's a horrid time for a dental appointment!  First thing in the morning----a way to start the day.  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The receptionist said (when I called) that Dr. Bobby wouldn't have time to do much more than look at it and put some temporary filler in.  Which suited me just fine.  I have to work up to getting the numbing stick and the drilling that goes along with it.  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;But at 8:00 a.m. this morning they had time to do it.  OMG -- I wasn't psyched up for this.  I could feel my heart racing and my stomach churning!!!   Dr. Bobby asked if I wanted gas.  ABSOLUTELY!!!   And lots of it!!!  Turn it on full blast and come back in an hour!!!   Float me away long before you touch my lips!!!   &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anywh0--I am now a "crowned" lady.  Well, a temporary lady actually!   I love crowns and queenly things, but this was not the type I envisioned.  I'd rather spend my monthly wages on a tiara that doesn't have to be viewed with open mouth!!!   I'd rather spend that money on Christmas toys!!!   But that isn't the way it's to be this month!!!   I have now invested more in my mouth than in my IRA  ( cause I don't have an IRA--ha ha ha).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just thought I'd update you on what a fun 2 1/2 hours I had this morning.  And really---I wouldn't recommend this fun for anyone out there looking for fun!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Have a good evening-----&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3457041138173889683-3672231062829828345?l=littletownbiglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littletownbiglife.blogspot.com/feeds/3672231062829828345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3457041138173889683&amp;postID=3672231062829828345&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457041138173889683/posts/default/3672231062829828345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457041138173889683/posts/default/3672231062829828345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littletownbiglife.blogspot.com/2008/10/owww-owww-ooo-ouch.html' title='Owww Owww OOO Ouch!!!'/><author><name>Little Town Big Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546690682122855859</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/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SOwbtzMpiOI/AAAAAAAAAuk/5Epgrghtai8/s72-c/Tooth.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3457041138173889683.post-5612406089605821610</id><published>2008-10-06T07:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T07:48:03.909-07:00</updated><title type='text'>300 Crowns !!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SOodFDdidiI/AAAAAAAAAuc/sxNwEZj1Vb8/s1600-h/Spiderman+Cupcakes+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254043887946855970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SOodFDdidiI/AAAAAAAAAuc/sxNwEZj1Vb8/s400/Spiderman+Cupcakes+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Crowns, crowns and more crowns!!! My neice had a sorority sister running for homecoming queen--wanted cookies to hand out as a campaign goodie--and GUESS WHO THEY ASKED TO MAKE THEM!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;So last Monday &amp;amp; Tuesday am, in between deliveries, we made and frosted these cookies. I don't know if she won or not. But, hey, it was PR right?????&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;This past week wasn't the nightmare of past weeks, but I did have one 50th anniversary reception and two wedding receptions to deliver food to on Saturday. The anniversary was at 1:00, the first reception at 5:30 and the second at 7:00---miles apart!! Somehow, it was successful!!! Well, the "somehow" was having my sister and mom to help all evening Friday and all day Saturday. And hubby dearest was there the entire time also--doing whatever he was asked. We had to stay at the anniversary event, so hubby finished that up and cleaned up for me while I high-tailed it back to the kitchen to prep and finalize cooking for the other two. One we had hot hors d'oeuvres and one was a three course meal--Chicken Alfredo w/Penne Pasta, Hawaiin Chicken w/Rice Pilaf, Brisket w/BBQ Sauce, two salads, one veg dish and bread. Whew! Am I glad to have that behind me. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I did make an executive decision and am taking not just Monday but Tuesday off also!!! Have already booked for Wed! Somehow I HAVE to get my OWN house cleaned and decorated!!! I look at other homes (as I'm driving around with food to deliver) and LONG for a time to take care of mine!!! So these next two days are it!!! It's now or NEVER!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;On another note, daughter &amp;amp; family moved into their home. They had been living in an "efficiency garage" for the past 1 1/2 year--Hank has been sleeping in his "toddler" bed next to theirs, and his toys have been in the living room. All their "stuff " has been in storage---needless to say, they feel like freed birds!!! I can't wait to take hubby down to see the final result. Maybe next weekend!! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I read about Tuesday Update's pumpkin chocolate chip muffins. Penny the Queen made them, so now I am going to look up her recipe and make them tonight!!! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well, blog friends, I MUST get to work on this house. I feel like I have been "out of the loop" with both cyber friends and nearby friends. Like I've been on an island somewhere with a kitchen and food. Which is what I wanted, I just didn't realize that it would "consume" my life!!! And it will til after the first of the year. All the holiday inquiries are coming in, and I have to get letters out to my "regs". So, I'll be checking in now and again. I do, however, take time to read your posts---and I love them sooo much. Keeps me grounded!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Have a great week!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just checked w/Penny the Queen--these looked interesting so I'm adding them:  Answer w/one word:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;1.  Where is your cell phone?    Here&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;2.  Where is your significant other?   Work&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;3.  Your hair color?  Lt brown&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;4.  Your mother?  Home&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;5.  Your father?   Out &amp;amp; About&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;6. Your favorite thing?  Family&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;7.  Your dream last night?  ??&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;8.  Your dream/goal?  Be home&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;9.  The room you're in?  Living&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;10.  Your hobby?  Crafting&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;11.  Your fear?  Loss&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;12.  Where do you want to be in 6 years?  Home&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;13.  Where were you last night?  Home&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;14.  What you're not?  Patient&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;15.  One of your wish-list items?  No payments&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;16.  Where you grew up?  Collinsville&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;17.  The last thing you did?  Phone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;18.  What you are wearing?  sleepers&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;19.  Your TV?  on&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;20.  Your pet?  Cat &amp;amp; dog&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;21.  Your computer?  Dell&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;22.  Your mood?  Tired&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;23.  Missing someone?  Kids&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;24.  Your car?  Chevy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;25.  Something you are not wearing?  Bra&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;26.  Favorite store?  Bookstore&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;27.  Your summer?  Decisive&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;28.  Love someone?  Lots&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;29.  Your favorite color?  Black&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;30.  When is the last time you laughed?  Sunday&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;31.  Last time you cried?  ???&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3457041138173889683-5612406089605821610?l=littletownbiglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littletownbiglife.blogspot.com/feeds/5612406089605821610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3457041138173889683&amp;postID=5612406089605821610&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457041138173889683/posts/default/5612406089605821610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457041138173889683/posts/default/5612406089605821610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littletownbiglife.blogspot.com/2008/10/300-crowns.html' title='300 Crowns !!!'/><author><name>Little Town Big Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546690682122855859</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/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SOodFDdidiI/AAAAAAAAAuc/sxNwEZj1Vb8/s72-c/Spiderman+Cupcakes+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3457041138173889683.post-8165192703925278641</id><published>2008-09-29T04:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T05:02:30.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kitchen Capers &amp; Weekend Wonders!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SOC8R33TAFI/AAAAAAAAAuU/yeNNvPNwOvs/s1600-h/Three+Sisters+Inside+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251404180753678418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SOC8R33TAFI/AAAAAAAAAuU/yeNNvPNwOvs/s400/Three+Sisters+Inside+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Well, thankfully, the past week was a busy one! It's normal to have no bookings on Monday morning (and panic sets in) and then by Tuesday be completely full for the week. Last week followed that pattern. It's a roller coaster ride of orders and calls, worry that there aren't enough orders and then worry that one has taken on way too much! However, Friday evening I delivered the last meal for the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought I would have the entire weekend to catch up on housework and laundry. BUT on Thursday my dear daughter called and asked if I would accompany her and Hank to OKC to the "Thomas The Train" ride. Well of course! I absolutely WOULD get up at 5:00 a.m. and leave the house at 6:00 a.m. so that I could arrive at her house at 7:00 a.m. and travel to OKC to be there by 9:00 a.m.!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note---the traveling Thomas the Train "Day Out With Thomas" is one of the biggest rip offs I have encountered! It was held at the train museum in OKC (although it does travel around the USA). Think about this----take an OLD train that the museum owns, slap a picture of Thomas on the front, travel 15 minutes north and back 15 minutes south and charge $18.00 a person to ride. Sound like a way to pull the kids out of the woodwork??? Yes it did! And, of course, there was the obligatory gift shop---right up front and center so kids can't possibly pass by without screaming and crying for a Thomas toy. That was by far the biggest tent. Oh there was a tent with train tables set up for kids to play with for no charge, and a tent gave ONE Thomas tatoo per child for no charge, and balloon animals. And even a place to have one's picture taken with a giant plastic (rather scary) Sir Topham Hatt. But if you wanted a picture with the Thomas picture slapped on the front of the old --silver I might add-- train, it cost you a whopping $5.00! And all those parents racing around trying to appease the little ones as they bumped and pushed and shoved from one tent to another! The train table tent was a nightmare -- kids couldn't get to the tables for the parents gathered around to take a picture of little ones picking up the train toys and taking them away from each other! Poor kids!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, back from daughter's house in time to see my son and his new friend in town playing tennis. Oh yea--Hank came home to spend the night!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then at 4:00 off to a wedding reception for hubby's cousin who was married in Hawaii last week. Now, we HAD to go to this one cause this is the first marriage for his cousin (who is 48), and he married his high school sweetheart. She had been married, moved off, divorced and moved back --seeking him out. Let me tell ya--it was something---something I don't want to repeat. It was held in a town smaller than the one where I live (it's almost a ghost town--no school, no bank, just a post office, couple of churches and small, small, small grocery). I think there were about 25 people there. Hmmmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the "royal reception" had to make a kitchen run to prep food for Sunday. Why? Did I have a delivery??? NO -- a family reunion on Sunday afternoon. My dad's mother's side of the family. It's rather sad, we have dwindled down to about 40--the older ones are passing on, and many of the younger ones are "too busy" to participate. There are some diehards, like my first cousins (3 girls), and a couple of second cousins and their adult kids. But the past two years, my cousin (who is also an oldest child and a "director" type like myself--no we AREN'T bossy!!!), have coordinated games and doorprizes to entice attendance. Last year we played bunco for games. This year we had a game planned, but it didn't happen, so we raffled off the prize for "reunion money" and had great results. We also had centerpieces we gave away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I had taken pictures of the centerpieces---my sister, mom and I photocopied old pictures of family members and glued them onto mailing tags. Of course, we labled the back with names, and decorated them with stickers. Then we tied them to branches spray painted white, and secured the branches in terra cotta wine coolers with floral foam and covered the foam with glass beads. What a hit! Even my younger cousin whose name was drawn was delighted to win one and said she was putting it right by her fireplace! We're looking into reunion T shirts for next year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then to the kitchen to show off the place to my cousins and work on some paperwork.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I know what you're thinking but -- YES I did attend church! I taught my Sunday School class of young adults and had such a good time this Sunday morning. The good Lord really invited us to discuss matters we had been faced with this summer--death of a young teen ager, death of a member, divorce of two members--and it seemed to relieve alot of unanswered worries. We all got really honest and personal, and looked to scripture for truths. What a blessing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I DID attend Sunday evening Bible study. It calms me to be in fellowship with the church family and to study God's word together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was going to sleep in this morning--at least til 7:00 a.m., but the dog started barking at 6:00, something (like a leaf) moved on the back porch and she just HAD to alert me. I needed protected!!! Oh well, I have so much to do today she actually did me a favor. And now that I'm up, I have time to get more done!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, how did your weekend go??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you ready for Halloween??? I want to get the decor out this morning and get knee deep in the mood! I love Halloween and don't want it to pass me by this year! And, besides, Hank's coming to spend Halloween with us---I'm making him a pirate costume so I'd better devote some time to that also!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey---have a great day today----&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3457041138173889683-8165192703925278641?l=littletownbiglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littletownbiglife.blogspot.com/feeds/8165192703925278641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3457041138173889683&amp;postID=8165192703925278641&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457041138173889683/posts/default/8165192703925278641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457041138173889683/posts/default/8165192703925278641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littletownbiglife.blogspot.com/2008/09/kitchen-capers-weekend-wonders.html' title='Kitchen Capers &amp; Weekend Wonders!'/><author><name>Little Town Big Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546690682122855859</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/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SOC8R33TAFI/AAAAAAAAAuU/yeNNvPNwOvs/s72-c/Three+Sisters+Inside+006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3457041138173889683.post-7898476170199503213</id><published>2008-09-21T18:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T19:00:32.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's The Deal?????</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SNb4CQwXv0I/AAAAAAAAAuM/eqQ7dddt6Hg/s1600-h/Speed+Limit+Image.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248655133488168770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SNb4CQwXv0I/AAAAAAAAAuM/eqQ7dddt6Hg/s400/Speed+Limit+Image.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Much of my new job description is travel---delivering breakfasts and lunches to surrounding communities.  Mainly to the Tulsa area.  And I have had such a revelation---speed limits are only guides.  They mean NOTHING.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last Friday I had to go and pick up chafing dishes in the downtown area before making a delivery at 7:00 a.m.   I travel around 30 miles one way to this area.  So, leaving at 6:15 a.m. I hit the nearest highway, and zoom-zoom-zoom---suddenly I am on the motobaun!  The speed limit is posted at 65 miles per hour.  That is obviously just a suggested speed.  If you travel at the posted speed limit, other cars fly around you at such speeds as to make your headlights spin!  And if they get behind you, and have to travel for more than 30 seconds, you can count on being ridden on the bumper.  Which can be quite jolting if you gaze into the rear view mirror at sunrise.  The sight of headlights in one's back seat can cause one's heart to jump in fear!!!   If it takes more than 30 seconds to pass you,  these superspeeders have been known to tap the horn as in "would you PLEASE go faster!!!   When they can finally pass, you can be certain you won't get the good morning smile!  Usually the face made is a grimacing frown!!!  So why have speed limits????  Is it part of a game to see who can get there first while avoiding the black and white?  And where in heaven's name IS the black and white at that time of day???   The highways are full---FULL---and what an opportune time to hand out those tickets they so adore passing out!  Guess it's too much work to try to figure out WHICH ONE will receive the ticket of the morn!  Or maybe fresh donuts are too much of a temptation -- and hold the attention for much of the morning.  (oops  that was quite a generalization)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Truthfully, I don't see much of a change at any time of day I am on the road.  It's just been so dadgummed obvious lately.  Guess that as I only had to travel 2 miles for the past 16 years to work, I didn't see how traffic etiquette had changed.  Certainly didn't have to exceed 25 mph to get to work on time.  And as I plan deliveries carefully, I usually am not in a hurry.  But the rest of the world is!  And I just don't understand posting one speed but allowing 20-25 mph over that.  I don't know---just griping!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I overbooked last Thursday and it just about ate my lunch!  And then I was quite busy on Friday and Saturday, and Hank came to spend the night Friday so off to the football game we went.  Then on Sat his mom and dad decided they would just stay here also.  So, after delivering a dinner at 5:30 on Sat, and a quick run to Sam's for supplies, daughter dearest and I picked her hubby up at school and headed over to Cracker Barrel for dinner.  Got home at 8:15 and back to the kitchen to clean and prep for a Sunday delivery.  Up Sunday, cook and deliver at 11:30, then back here for a birthday dinner for Big Daddy.   Then took daughter &amp;amp; Hank to their car and back to see son and his gal pal.   I will work any "odd" hours if it means I can spend time with the kids.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The good news???  I have the morning off!!! Yea!!!   I actually get, yes I said GET, to clean, do laundry, and get the Halloween decor ready.  Then to the kitchen after noon and prep for Tues.  Plus I have got to do paperwork and get taxes ready!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My oh my, I never dreamed I'd be this busy or work this hard physically!  Or love it so much!!!   I did take time to do the Sunday crossword.  Love that crossword. And doesn't that keep the brain active and alert?? I need that!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I'm signing off for now.  More from the kitchen later!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3457041138173889683-7898476170199503213?l=littletownbiglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littletownbiglife.blogspot.com/feeds/7898476170199503213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3457041138173889683&amp;postID=7898476170199503213&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457041138173889683/posts/default/7898476170199503213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457041138173889683/posts/default/7898476170199503213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littletownbiglife.blogspot.com/2008/09/whats-deal.html' title='What&apos;s The Deal?????'/><author><name>Little Town Big Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546690682122855859</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/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SNb4CQwXv0I/AAAAAAAAAuM/eqQ7dddt6Hg/s72-c/Speed+Limit+Image.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3457041138173889683.post-2398701073736713730</id><published>2008-09-18T16:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T17:08:37.988-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to my Sweetie!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Today is hubby's birthday!!  Double nickle!  Have you ever sat back and wondered how today got here so quickly????  I remember waaayyyy back when we were first married, without kids, and how we thought this day would never get here!  It sneaks up, creeps in and BOOM  it's here.  I'm my mother's age when I thought she was "older"!  And we certainly don't FEEL older -- well, at least in our minds.  So happy birthday my best friend and love.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Today was the day I needed to be reminded that I am doing what I love--like---asked for!  I overbooked for the morning.  What a lesson to learn the hard way!!  I should have seen the red flag as I opened the door to the kitchen this morning and spilled my tea all over myself.  I should have seen it coming when I kept saying "sure I can work that in".  Well, to make a long, LONG story shorter--I had three deliveries to make:  one at 10:45, one at 11:15, and one at 11:30.  Got to the first delivery and discovered all the salads and desserts were still in the kitchen.  My stomach churned.  What to do, what to do.  Thank goodness for my father-in-law.  I rang the house and told my mother-in-law it was an emergency, what had happened and to send him quicker than quick!  She pulled him out of the shower, told him I had an emergency and sent him on his way.  Luckily the first delivery was only 10 miles down the road.  So, after setting up the first one, drove like a bat out of @#(@ to the next.  Got it all taken care of.  But I won't EVER book like that again.  I have already turned down 2 for tomorrow!  Never again!!!  I don't care how large the debt I have to repay.  It's not worth a nervous breakdown and upchucking!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now I have one delivery tomorrow--2 cakes to finish--8 dozen sugar cookies to bake, and sandwiches to deliver in the afternoon.  Not overbooking again!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;And Saturday I will deliver the sugar cookies, and then I have a three entree, two salad and cake dinner to deliver at 6:00.  And Sunday, a dinner for 70 at a church in Tulsa.  Entree, 2 sides, salad, and pies---and cobblers!!!  Not overbooking again!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sunday afternoon we are having dinner at in-laws for hubby's birthday.  Then I am going to collapse!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh, and did I mention that Hank is spending the night tomorrow night?????   My mom is keeping him during the day tomorrow so I can cook and shop, and then I'll pick him up and take him with me to deliver at 5:00---might as well break him in early!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;When hubby &amp;amp; I got married, he and his family owned their own business---they built pleasure/ski boats.  For over 30 years, we were used to owning and working in a family business.    Then when my kids were very small, I had my own ceramic shop---rented space, poured and fired, had all the equipment.  After closing the boat business, hubby has worked at two different jobs.  But my father-in-law has groomed us all (grandkids included) that owning one's own business is the ultimate.  So, here we are again--working as family at a business.  Of course, it's not as lucrative as the boating industry was, but the family is working towards a common goal.  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Funny how life goes isn't it?  And, as I drove madly from one delivery to another today, I kept thinking "this must be a sign from God that I am not to be doing this"  but then I remembered the words from Randy Pausch that I love "brick walls aren't there to stop us, but to prove to us how much we really want something".  How much do I want this?  Well, this isn't a good time to ask---I'm drained!  So maybe after a good night's rest I'll see things more clearly.   Or more optimistically!!!  Or more enthusiastically.  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Have a good evening---get some rest!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3457041138173889683-2398701073736713730?l=littletownbiglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littletownbiglife.blogspot.com/feeds/2398701073736713730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3457041138173889683&amp;postID=2398701073736713730&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457041138173889683/posts/default/2398701073736713730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457041138173889683/posts/default/2398701073736713730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littletownbiglife.blogspot.com/2008/09/happy-birthday-to-my-sweetie.html' title='Happy Birthday to my Sweetie!'/><author><name>Little Town Big Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546690682122855859</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-3457041138173889683.post-4441077857198210674</id><published>2008-09-14T18:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T18:58:33.529-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cupcakes To Go!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SM2-0Hqy3TI/AAAAAAAAAuE/3nf9MgR7Zxk/s1600-h/Spiderman+Cupcakes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246058943577513266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SM2-0Hqy3TI/AAAAAAAAAuE/3nf9MgR7Zxk/s400/Spiderman+Cupcakes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Got a call from a gal who wanted cupcakes---cupcakes decorated as one cake, and that look like Spiderman!  So, with no pattern, and no idea what I was going to do, this is what it turned out like.  She liked the finished job--said the kids could just "grab and go" and wouldn't need plates.  Ok, works for me.  I wasn't thrilled with the final result, but she liked it, and that's what matters!!  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Saturday Hank and Ashley came to visit.  Seems Ryan had a huge amount of studying to do and they didn't want to stay in their little "pod" while it rained all day, so they came to town and we went to the mall!  Fun time.  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;We had dinner at my sister's house Saturday evening---my contribution you ask???  Baked herbed chicken breasts and ---how'd you know??---leftover cupcakes!  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Today we went to ShalomFest at Temple Israel.  My son &amp;amp; his new gal pal wanted to experience the event and food, so we loaded up and joined them.  It was good---I like Middle Eastern food.  But I have to admit that I like the Lebanese version of the foods much better---they have more flavor and garlic!  Bought a t-shirt that says "Shalom Y'All"--now isn't that just cute?  And, of course, a Temple Israel cookbook.  It has many Israeli recipes in it, but we got a kick out of the "enchilada" and "banana smoothie" recipes.  And the "Chinese Chicken Salad".  That's just not right!  Guess you have to fill the pages with something---and, after all, the Jewish community is not secluded anymore.  They have integrated themselves into the various communities into which they have moved over the years.  Who thought there would be Jewish Okies?????   There are definitely recipes from Israel that I will be trying.  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;This next week looks like it will be EXHAUSTING!!!   Have something on the books everyday---and on Thursday-----well let's just say I came this close to overbooking!!!   I have to have my father-in-law deliver two of the lunches whilst I deliver 3 others!!!  See what I mean?  I'm not--repeat NOT--taking any more orders for Thursday, Friday or Saturday.  I'm learning my limits---bills or no bills.  A person can only be so productive and do it well.   &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gotta run for now---everyone have a safe evening!!  Shalom!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3457041138173889683-4441077857198210674?l=littletownbiglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littletownbiglife.blogspot.com/feeds/4441077857198210674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3457041138173889683&amp;postID=4441077857198210674&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457041138173889683/posts/default/4441077857198210674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457041138173889683/posts/default/4441077857198210674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littletownbiglife.blogspot.com/2008/09/cupcakes-to.html' title='Cupcakes To Go!!!'/><author><name>Little Town Big Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546690682122855859</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/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SM2-0Hqy3TI/AAAAAAAAAuE/3nf9MgR7Zxk/s72-c/Spiderman+Cupcakes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3457041138173889683.post-4623350833049326949</id><published>2008-09-11T17:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T17:20:46.645-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kitchen Capers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SMmzm84PlZI/AAAAAAAAAt8/yIcs3OP9v5s/s1600-h/Flour+cat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244920722808083858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SMmzm84PlZI/AAAAAAAAAt8/yIcs3OP9v5s/s400/Flour+cat.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Week # 2 has almost come to a close---my second full week of being an honest to goodness gracious caterer!!!  And, I still love it!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This morning I had to be in Tulsa at 6:30 AM!!!   AM!!!   Do you know what time I had to get up this morning???  No???? Try 3:45!!!!  AM!!!    My cat thought I had gone bonkers.  He just sat on the end of the bed and stared at me with his sleepy kitty eyes.  He seemed to be imploring me to "please come back to bed"!  Finally he gave up the starefest and went back to sleep---I don't even think he knew I had left til I came back by the house at 11:00!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I delivered breakfast to a company for 10 execs.  A business meeting breakfast.  Oh I love being on this side of the work force!!   They had a breakfast casserole, yogurt (no I didn't culture that!!!), a fruit tray ( it was pretty), bacon and ----- HOMEMADE biscuits!!!  I had never made biscuits before, and had already purchased some "commercial" frozen ones, but then the guilt sat in.  I found a recipe in our church cookbook (the person who submitted it is a big ole gal, so I figured they'd be pretty darn good) and gave it a go.  They were yummy!!!  I had a couple left over, and sent them home with my dad this afternoon.  He called while ago to tell me how good they were----hours old and cold!!!  So the execs MUST have enjoyed them!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That was all I had to deliver today, so after making a Sam's run, I went back, mopped the floor, and made a couple of pies.  Sent a coconut cream one to my father-in-law (he's been delivering meals for me), and had a piece of a chocolate one, then took a couple of pieces to my mom &amp;amp; dad, and called Penny the Queen and told her to stop my--I had something she needed!!!  Just sent it to her house.  We'll all be roly polys if I'm not restrained!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I only have one delivery tomorrow---a wedding reception for 75 here in town.  And most of that work is done.  Hopefully I can get some correspondence out, and tweek my kitchen's website.  And take a nap!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well lovelies, I'd best get this flour out of my hair, my eyebrows, my nostrils, etc., etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have a cozy night!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3457041138173889683-4623350833049326949?l=littletownbiglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littletownbiglife.blogspot.com/feeds/4623350833049326949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3457041138173889683&amp;postID=4623350833049326949&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457041138173889683/posts/default/4623350833049326949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457041138173889683/posts/default/4623350833049326949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littletownbiglife.blogspot.com/2008/09/kitchen-capers.html' title='Kitchen Capers'/><author><name>Little Town Big Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546690682122855859</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/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SMmzm84PlZI/AAAAAAAAAt8/yIcs3OP9v5s/s72-c/Flour+cat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3457041138173889683.post-4949435458415291877</id><published>2008-09-06T17:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T17:36:16.745-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mountains of Meringue</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SMMfIMBbdPI/AAAAAAAAAt0/1ckzA1rdyks/s1600-h/PIes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243068616716023026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SMMfIMBbdPI/AAAAAAAAAt0/1ckzA1rdyks/s400/PIes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After delivering the meals for today &amp;amp; tomorrow to the tennis club, I came back to get ready for the meal for tomorrow! Another 7am-7pm day!!! (Repeat after me, Pam, I like this--I wanted this---I love to cook). Seriously, I am having a great time!! My sister went with me to deliver today, and at the tennis club we ran into some old friends. Small world!! Then we went to a new shoe store and I bought a pair of shoes---like I will ever have time to wear them! They are DEFINITELY NOT work shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, after getting back here's what I did: (and this is for 50 people) Mandarin Orange Salad, Hot Rolls, Green Beans, Party Potatoes, Beef Brisket, and&lt;br /&gt;(drum roll please!), 6 HOMEMADE cream pies--no pudding here--not even the cook and serve. No Way! These are "scratch" pies on "scratch" crust. 2 lemon meringue, 2 coconut meringue and 2 chocolate meringue! And then I made 2 fresh strawberry pies!! This after 20 cobblers for the tennis club today!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby helped me in the kitchen today, and after I finished with the bowl for the chocolate pie, I left some in and told him he could have it. He said "Boy those people will have their tongues slapping against their lips to get this down!!" and then I looked around, and as he was taking his finger and skimming out the last bit of chocolate he said "I'm trying to figure out how to get my face down into this bowl" ! He was cracking me up!!! Now you see why I enjoy him helping out?? That plus he loves to cook and he likes the "commercial" dishwasher. He'll do a load and announce "Another full load in less than 2 minutes!". He's a sweetie pie. (No pun intended)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have gotten some of the sweetest cards from some of the people I worked with at school. Some that I wouldn't have even thought cared! Just goes to show--if you treat people with dignity and friendship, they remember! I have always tried to get along with everyone else--life is just too danged short to feel mad or any other way but happy---and since I'm the one in control of my own happiness---I choose to be happy !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And sappy!!! Sorry about that left turn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway--the feet are a bit tired tonight, and I have magazines stacked up to look through. And the sofa is calling my name!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So all of you have a great Sunday and I'll keep you up on the wonderful world of catering!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3457041138173889683-4949435458415291877?l=littletownbiglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littletownbiglife.blogspot.com/feeds/4949435458415291877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3457041138173889683&amp;postID=4949435458415291877&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457041138173889683/posts/default/4949435458415291877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457041138173889683/posts/default/4949435458415291877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littletownbiglife.blogspot.com/2008/09/mountains-of-meringue.html' title='Mountains of Meringue'/><author><name>Little Town Big Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546690682122855859</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/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SMMfIMBbdPI/AAAAAAAAAt0/1ckzA1rdyks/s72-c/PIes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3457041138173889683.post-6011286357818767581</id><published>2008-09-05T16:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T16:58:35.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My New Kitchen--(or, where my life is now!!!)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SMHFwItXOqI/AAAAAAAAAtU/FpL7mpsoHOc/s1600-h/Three+Sisters+Inside+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242688871998110370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SMHFwItXOqI/AAAAAAAAAtU/FpL7mpsoHOc/s400/Three+Sisters+Inside+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is where I spend my mornings, noons, and nights!!  These, of course, are chafing dishes--gives a new meaning to a "stainless steel" kitchen!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SMHFwnJzd8I/AAAAAAAAAtc/MSxkYVtsM4o/s1600-h/Three+Sisters+Inside+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242688880170465218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SMHFwnJzd8I/AAAAAAAAAtc/MSxkYVtsM4o/s400/Three+Sisters+Inside+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is the "project" board.  It holds jobs for a week at a time, and when that day is finished it is erased.  This shows Sat &amp;amp; Sun jobs I have.  Today we prepped all the salad stuff for Sat--100 people both days, three salad choices each day, cobbler each day and bread each day.  And all delivered by 11:00 tomorrow morning!!  Needless to say, I was on my feet ALL DAY today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SMHFwwD8K7I/AAAAAAAAAtk/z9VQxkKmYVA/s1600-h/Three+Sisters+Inside+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242688882561788850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SMHFwwD8K7I/AAAAAAAAAtk/z9VQxkKmYVA/s400/Three+Sisters+Inside+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here's my new office!  I used to have a rather professional looking office at the school, but I have to say, I like this one better!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SMHFxWkY-yI/AAAAAAAAAts/k-Ceb34BGiU/s1600-h/Three+Sisters+Inside+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242688892898442018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SMHFxWkY-yI/AAAAAAAAAts/k-Ceb34BGiU/s400/Three+Sisters+Inside+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; All the dry goods &amp;amp; the ice maker!  Lots of staples, lots of seasonings.  But we have to replenish quite frequently!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll stop here. I have some more pics to share, but right now, my feet are throbbing and I just want to recline on the sofa!!  Hubby is at the home opener football game, so I don't even have to talk to anyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And would you believe I'm having Cheerios for supper!!!  Hey if Seinfield can so can I!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great Friday evening!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3457041138173889683-6011286357818767581?l=littletownbiglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littletownbiglife.blogspot.com/feeds/6011286357818767581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3457041138173889683&amp;postID=6011286357818767581&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457041138173889683/posts/default/6011286357818767581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457041138173889683/posts/default/6011286357818767581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littletownbiglife.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-new-kitchen-or-where-my-life-is-now.html' title='My New Kitchen--(or, where my life is now!!!)'/><author><name>Little Town Big Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546690682122855859</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/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SMHFwItXOqI/AAAAAAAAAtU/FpL7mpsoHOc/s72-c/Three+Sisters+Inside+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3457041138173889683.post-1788618074983247116</id><published>2008-09-02T18:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T18:35:08.247-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Adventures in Catering--Day 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Man oh man oh man!!!!  This has been one heck of a day!!  Got to the kitchen at 6 this morning, and we had only one lunch to prepare &amp;amp; deliver.  And it was a salad bar, so it wasn't much work at all.  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then, as we were picking up supplies, got 2 calls for tomorrow!!!   And we had one on the calendar.  So, we shopped for food, went back and prepped all that we could, made bread dough, made pies for Friday, and cleaned up.  At 4:30 we left for the day!!!  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am quite tired.  No, I am REALLY tired!!  Most of the work for tomorrow is finished, but there is prep for Thursday.  If we get too many for Friday, I think I'll call in sick--ha ha ha.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;What is on the menu for tomorrow?  Creole Chicken over rice, Herb Roasted Chicken, Italian Green Salad, Napa Cabbage Salad, Green Beans, Homemade Bread, Italian Cream Cake, Strawberry Cake, and Banana Pudding!!!!!  We will have served 96 people.  In three different locations!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anywho--it is an experience.  And I am enjoying it (grimace face---yes, I am!!!).  Hopefully it will get smoother and a bit easier--dare I think that?????&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;But on Thursday I shouldn't have to go in at 6---probably will start late, you know, like 7!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll keep you posted!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3457041138173889683-1788618074983247116?l=littletownbiglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littletownbiglife.blogspot.com/feeds/1788618074983247116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3457041138173889683&amp;postID=1788618074983247116&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457041138173889683/posts/default/1788618074983247116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457041138173889683/posts/default/1788618074983247116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littletownbiglife.blogspot.com/2008/09/adventures-in-catering-day-1.html' title='Adventures in Catering--Day 1'/><author><name>Little Town Big Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546690682122855859</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-3457041138173889683.post-6857870186150434020</id><published>2008-09-01T14:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T14:38:59.071-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Please Pray for My Friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Hey everybody--please pray for a friend of mine, JeanAnn.  She lost her 14 year old daughter to cancer in July of this year, and she is having a very difficult time.  I am sure she is going through the grieving process, but she needs prayer to hold on.  She has two younger sons, and works at the school, but yesterday in Sunday School, a couple who are very close to her expressed their concern for her.  And asked for prayer.  If you want to read her desperation, go to caringbridge.com and type in Mackenzie Sunday.  It tells her daughter's story.  In the "journal" side, JeanAnn posted last Thursday evening.  You can feel her pain, and her overwhelming grief.  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;As I said, there are so so many who have gone through this before her, and agree that this is part of the process, but I would just like to reinforce her recovery with prayer.  Haley's mother (from Owasso) sent JeanAnn the nicest email, and I hope they can make contact with one another.  Haley lived only 10 or 15 miles south of us.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anyway, that's all I have to post for now.  And I appreciate your prayers so very much.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Have a great week, and remember to be thankful for the blessings you have in the here and now.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3457041138173889683-6857870186150434020?l=littletownbiglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littletownbiglife.blogspot.com/feeds/6857870186150434020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3457041138173889683&amp;postID=6857870186150434020&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457041138173889683/posts/default/6857870186150434020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457041138173889683/posts/default/6857870186150434020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littletownbiglife.blogspot.com/2008/09/please-pray-for-my-friend.html' title='Please Pray for My Friend'/><author><name>Little Town Big Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546690682122855859</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-3457041138173889683.post-7828917554591131186</id><published>2008-08-30T18:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T18:46:46.459-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Doors Closed &amp; Windows Opened</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SLn1AefC8WI/AAAAAAAAAg8/6lBfZXaNXpc/s1600-h/Farewell+Party+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240489029954367842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SLn1AefC8WI/AAAAAAAAAg8/6lBfZXaNXpc/s400/Farewell+Party+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Doors Closed:    My final day at the school was Friday.  I didn't want any type of "goodbye" anything--I prefer to slip out quietly.  But my dear dear friends and co-workers had other plans.   This is the cake they had made for a farewell reception.  It was gorgeous, and delicious.   The closed door is that after 16 years, my morning routine--in fact, any routine, is going to be very very different.  I kind of breezed through the week, thinking this was not going to be any problem at all!  But on Thursday night it hit me-- the desk wasn't to be mine anymore--I wouldn't look across the hall and see a familiar face--no one to run down the hall and tell jokes to--no one to laugh with and have fits with--no one to gripe at -- and it began to feel like my heart was made of lead.  And Friday, it was way too cheerful around there--false cheerfulness on my part.  It was touching that these people, who have become more than friends after all this long, would send such wordy cards, attempt to show their care through the wonderful gifts, flowers, etc.   But I made it till 4:00 without a tear shed.  Then I got in the car, closed the door and drove away from the office for the last time as "one of the gang".  And my heart physically hurt--it felt a bit chipped and raw.  And the tears flowed.  Uncontrollably--sobs coming from deep down inside.  I don't like change--with people anyway.  I want to keep everyone in the same spot forever and ever.  And this spot was erased.  It broke my heart. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SLn0QVp-AGI/AAAAAAAAAgk/4m3aRh-ktYA/s1600-h/Farewell+Party+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SLn0QjOXzwI/AAAAAAAAAgs/8DI9q_8WjoM/s1600-h/Farewell+Party+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240488206592888578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SLn0QjOXzwI/AAAAAAAAAgs/8DI9q_8WjoM/s400/Farewell+Party+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The above an below pics are of the beautiful flowers I received.  Can you believe one of my boss's friends (and a dear friend of mine also) sent me a dozen red roses!!!   They are really really stunning and they smell so fragrant.   Just a sample of the expressions of thanks and care I received.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SLn0QwcchJI/AAAAAAAAAg0/XQ_RseuJ8K0/s1600-h/Farewell+Party+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240488210141578386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SLn0QwcchJI/AAAAAAAAAg0/XQ_RseuJ8K0/s400/Farewell+Party+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Windows Opened:  This morning I met with the "previous" PREVIOUS I SAY!  owners and handed over a lump sum of my life.  We went over bookkeeping, deliveries, orders, and started making plans to begin working together on Tuesday morning.  It's really here.  I own a catering company--and I have orders!!!   I went down to the kitchen THREE times today---just because I have the key and I CAN!!!  It's mine---I can open any drawer--look in the frig and freezer, and I emptied the trash and brought the dirty towels home to wash.  Then I went for the groceries that we need for Tuesday, and made arrangements to have both orders delivered.  This feels comfortable and right.  And I have more confidence than I have had in weeks.  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;So, that's what's been going on in my life the past 48 hours.  It's time to raise that window and let the new in!!!   &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Have a great weekend!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3457041138173889683-7828917554591131186?l=littletownbiglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littletownbiglife.blogspot.com/feeds/7828917554591131186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3457041138173889683&amp;postID=7828917554591131186&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457041138173889683/posts/default/7828917554591131186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457041138173889683/posts/default/7828917554591131186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littletownbiglife.blogspot.com/2008/08/doors-closed-windows-opened.html' title='Doors Closed &amp; Windows Opened'/><author><name>Little Town Big Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546690682122855859</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/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SLn1AefC8WI/AAAAAAAAAg8/6lBfZXaNXpc/s72-c/Farewell+Party+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3457041138173889683.post-3847224249273743492</id><published>2008-08-25T17:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T18:16:14.867-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Straight From The Horse's Mouth!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SLNXdeprWtI/AAAAAAAAAgc/kvB-C5f32G0/s1600-h/Kelsi+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238626955517713106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SLNXdeprWtI/AAAAAAAAAgc/kvB-C5f32G0/s400/Kelsi+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;So tonight I am tired of hearing myself go on and on about what's going on in my life.  I'll bet you are too!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I found this fill in and thought I'd do some "lite" posting.  I'll answer these "fill ins" and if you want, you can too.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then later on I'll rant and rave some more!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;5 Things You Love With Each Of Your Senses:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;     &lt;strong&gt;Smell:   Baby powder, cookies baking, new mown grass, new      plastic baby dolls,  lilacs&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;     &lt;strong&gt;Sound:   Hank's voice, my son's laugh, my daughter's small voice, a cardinal's twerp, jazz music with no words&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;     Sight:   Christmas decorations, my family, sunrise, ocean beaches, a clean house&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;     Touch:   my husband's arm around me, my cat's fur, flannel pjs, Hank's arms, clean, warm sheets&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;     Taste:  chocolate, Dr Pepper, Pixie Sticks, cool water, hot tea&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And those are the things I love with my senses.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ever thought about that?  It's not as easy as it seems.  We know what specifics we love, but in generalizations, it's more difficult.  And yet, if we lost one of those senses we'd suffer terribly.  So, think about what you love with your senses and be grateful for having your full capabilities.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have a good evening!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3457041138173889683-3847224249273743492?l=littletownbiglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littletownbiglife.blogspot.com/feeds/3847224249273743492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3457041138173889683&amp;postID=3847224249273743492&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457041138173889683/posts/default/3847224249273743492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457041138173889683/posts/default/3847224249273743492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littletownbiglife.blogspot.com/2008/08/straight-from-horses-mouth.html' title='Straight From The Horse&apos;s Mouth!!'/><author><name>Little Town Big Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546690682122855859</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/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SLNXdeprWtI/AAAAAAAAAgc/kvB-C5f32G0/s72-c/Kelsi+012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3457041138173889683.post-1706744197133613798</id><published>2008-08-22T06:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T06:37:27.855-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brick Walls</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;What is it Randy Pausch said about brick walls? "Brick walls are not there to stop us, but to prove to ourselves how much we want something" (paraphrase) And I have repeated that phrase to others when they dispare. I also love the verse in Philipians "I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me". And I have repeated that verse to others to encourage them.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;So, why didn't I say it to myself??? Why did I let the words and thoughts of ONE person take away my confidence? Well, BECAUSE I AM HUMAN---just like everyone else on Planet Earth. And when someone dashes our dreams with words, we fall internally. Our hearts sink, the apprehension sets in and we consider ourselves less that able.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;So today I am saying HELLO BRICK WALL~~~ WATCH ME SCALE YOU!!!!! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I CAN do this, I CAN succeed. It may take me a bit longer than those who have done this for 15 years, but the ability and desire is strong. And I will progress as best I can. And I will make a success of this. And I will pole vault over that brick wall!!! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I may have to go at a slower success rate at first. I may not be able to tackle their schedule right off the start, but I WON'T back down--I won't give up. And I won't listen to the voices that try to put blocks in my road. I will listen to my inner voice, my resolve, my determination, and I will be a winner!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Road blocks are temporary. My ambition is permanent. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3457041138173889683-1706744197133613798?l=littletownbiglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littletownbiglife.blogspot.com/feeds/1706744197133613798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3457041138173889683&amp;postID=1706744197133613798&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457041138173889683/posts/default/1706744197133613798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457041138173889683/posts/default/1706744197133613798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littletownbiglife.blogspot.com/2008/08/brick-walls.html' title='Brick Walls'/><author><name>Little Town Big Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546690682122855859</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-3457041138173889683.post-7687068215989786497</id><published>2008-08-21T15:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T15:45:35.868-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh My Gosh~Oh My Gosh~Oh My Gosh!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SK3uOVe0GcI/AAAAAAAAAgU/P-OmW49SZp8/s1600-h/Blue+Smiley+Face.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237103871753722306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SK3uOVe0GcI/AAAAAAAAAgU/P-OmW49SZp8/s400/Blue+Smiley+Face.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In a sea of happy, smiling faces, I am the one anxiety-ridden!  Everything has been happening soooo quickly--I haven't really taken all this week in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, one of the current (until 9/1) owners called me and wanted to meet and go over some "concerns" she has.  So I went.  And I came away with a knot the size of the Grand Canyon in my stomach.  I was actually ready to pass out!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She hit me with all these questions--"whose going to be in charge of which dish"--"whose going to help you deliver"---whose going to be in charge of bread, and who of salad"---"you know, you are going to be sooo busy you won't have time to breathe"        AAHHHGGGG!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't need to hear that ALL AT ONCE!!!  After all, the two owners are staying for 4 weeks to show me the ropes!  And, after all, even tho I am a quick study, I DO have to learn this--not just the way I'm used to doing things, but the "norm" for them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I finally said, "you know, the first couple of weeks we'll need to take orders slowly, so I can get the rhythm down"  and she agreed.  But she really made me start doubting the choice I have made.  And it's really got me by the throat!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, keep your fingers crossed for me.  I need to make this a go.  I don't want to go back out into the world of papers and adding machines!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then she said "do you think your mother can keep up and handle this"  Now that just made me antsier!  I think she can.  She's pretty darned efficient.  But why was this gal (who is 75) questioning my decisions???   I know that after a month or two I'll have to find someone else so Mom can have a couple of days off a week.  But that just really got me.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, my heart is racing again, and that knot is coming back.  So I'm going to close for now and calm down.  Just keep those fingers crossed!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3457041138173889683-7687068215989786497?l=littletownbiglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littletownbiglife.blogspot.com/feeds/7687068215989786497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3457041138173889683&amp;postID=7687068215989786497&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457041138173889683/posts/default/7687068215989786497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457041138173889683/posts/default/7687068215989786497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littletownbiglife.blogspot.com/2008/08/oh-my-goshoh-my-goshoh-my-gosh.html' title='Oh My Gosh~Oh My Gosh~Oh My Gosh!!!!'/><author><name>Little Town Big Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546690682122855859</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/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SK3uOVe0GcI/AAAAAAAAAgU/P-OmW49SZp8/s72-c/Blue+Smiley+Face.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3457041138173889683.post-1822845811575962453</id><published>2008-08-19T18:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T18:47:38.302-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy Bee---That's Me!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SKt1bK3WW6I/AAAAAAAAAgM/w3JC8L3B7xs/s1600-h/Bee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236408101381757858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SKt1bK3WW6I/AAAAAAAAAgM/w3JC8L3B7xs/s400/Bee.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hey, I saw myself in the mirror today!!! That's me up above!!!   The busy, frazzled bee, flitting from errand to errand.    Just today I have :  met with the Health Dept, talked to the gas company, faxed documents to the phone company, emailed to the sign company, talked to two potential new clients, and still worked my "old" job.  I will be there until the 29th.  And so next week, I guess they will have me "training" someone new.  And writing checks, and making deposits, and writing receipts, and answering all their calls, and on and on.   So much to do!!!  The clock is running down.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;I met with one of the current owners in the shop today, and after visiting with her I had an attack of "can I really do this??? have I bitten off more than I can chew???""   That fear stayed with me all afternoon.  I guess that's just one part of the process.  Sometimes I feel as confident as can be---just certain that I can handle this and make it even more successful.  And then the sun goes behind a cloud and I am filled with doubt.  Will I be able to follow the schedule---will I be able to pay the bills---will I, will I, will I????????&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm terribly excited--and at the same time, terribly anxious.  For the past 16 years I have worked for someone else---someone else has worried about the expenses, someone else has made the major decisions.  And all the while I dreamed of doing "my own thing".  Now it's here---my dream has come true, and I am having heart palpitations!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Needless to say,  my housekeeping has gone to heck in a handbag!  So, I decided to take off this Friday and just PUT THINGS AWAY!!!   I think I could spend the entire day just doing that.  And I have got to dust and run the sweeper.  I think the dog and cat have resorted to leaving messages in the dust.  I don't really think the house is writing "Clean Me"!!!   And believe it or not, Big Daddy still wants dinner each night!  This seems like the opportune time for him to begin a diet--or a fast!   He doesn't so much agree.  So throw that into the mix----&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Remember the old ad for Toyota?  "You asked for it, you got it"?  I'd better be careful or he'll start singing that refrain at the top of his lungs!!!   I'm just thinking we should start living by candlelight and eating frozen dinners.  You know, the old cobbler's children thing again!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well, I'd best close for right now.  I'm basically sleepwalking right now.  It's time to turn in.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wish me luck!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3457041138173889683-1822845811575962453?l=littletownbiglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littletownbiglife.blogspot.com/feeds/1822845811575962453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3457041138173889683&amp;postID=1822845811575962453&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457041138173889683/posts/default/1822845811575962453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457041138173889683/posts/default/1822845811575962453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littletownbiglife.blogspot.com/2008/08/busy-bee-thats-me.html' title='Busy Bee---That&apos;s Me!!!'/><author><name>Little Town Big Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546690682122855859</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/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SKt1bK3WW6I/AAAAAAAAAgM/w3JC8L3B7xs/s72-c/Bee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3457041138173889683.post-8017930841064584301</id><published>2008-08-14T18:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T18:55:16.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Well!!!  Ain't That Something!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Whew!  I've been wanting to get back to blogging and my bloggies!  But there has been soooo much going on this week---soooo many changes in such a short amount of time!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chery over at Chery's Apple Basket was right---she emailed me after a previous post (where I talked about decisions that will change my life) and guessed what I'm doing----&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ready??  Want to know???  Suspense just buggin you to death???  OK, so maybe just a little curious???&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I BOUGHT A CATERING BUSINESS!!!!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You heard it right!!!   This past Monday I signed papers to purchase a catering business right here in small town america!!!   It's a business that has an established client base, and, of course, I will be adding to that!!!  It's been successfully operating for over 10 years now, and NOW IT'S MINE!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I had actually talked to these people about buying it 3 years ago.  Almost had it then, but a son moved back from Texas and went into business with his mom.  And now, he's going a different way---foreman on a family ranch.  His mom can't manage it alone, and the grandmother (who originally opened it) can't work that hard anymore.  And I got first option!!!   Things have just fallen right into place, and now that I look back over the past 3 years, and more especially the last 6 months, I can see how I was being prepared for this.  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So what does this mean to my daily routine?   I'VE GIVEN NOTICE AT THE SCHOOL!!!!   August 29 is my last day, and then I begin a 4 week "shadowing" transition time with the current owners.  Talk about fast moving!!!   &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So for the past week I've been working at the office like a wild person---trying to get every little detail cleaned up and ready for take over.  Along with that, I've been opening bank accounts, changing accounts, shopping for a computer, filing for state tax status, filing for EIN info, settling insurance issues, etc.   And I had a reception to cook for this afternoon.  And I had to make a commercial freezer purchase for the church kitchen!   And And And And And&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And---I had a visit from a dear, dear friend of mine who is in town for a week.  We actually made time to go to dinner and just sit and talk.  I had forgotten how much I have missed her, and how comfortable she is to be with.  It reminded me how blessed I am to have her as a friend--although a long distance one!!!   You know--those kind you can go weeks without talking to and then pick right back up where you were!  Thanks dear friend for being a constant in our ever changing lives!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And tomorrow--Hank's coming!!! I'm meeting his mom early in the morning and taking him to spend the day with my mom while I work.  Then he's coming over to spend the evening with me!  Can't wait.  That little voice make my heart do flip flops!  And when he grins at me I just melt.  How can you love someone so much???  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bought myself a pair of "cowgirl" boots tonight.  I've been wanting a pair all year, but when you wear a size 5 1/2 they are hard to find!!!  Well, that was my excuse for buying them tonight---in the heat of summer!!!   I love em!  I'm not really a cowgirl, more a gypsy cowgal.  New phrase---gypsy cowgal.  I like that.  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well, gotta run---more to do to prepare for the purchase before in the morning---more phone numbers to look up and lists of things to get finalized tomorrow.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Later bloggies!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3457041138173889683-8017930841064584301?l=littletownbiglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littletownbiglife.blogspot.com/feeds/8017930841064584301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3457041138173889683&amp;postID=8017930841064584301&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457041138173889683/posts/default/8017930841064584301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457041138173889683/posts/default/8017930841064584301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littletownbiglife.blogspot.com/2008/08/well-aint-that-something.html' title='Well!!!  Ain&apos;t That Something!!!'/><author><name>Little Town Big Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546690682122855859</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-3457041138173889683.post-7698521955897264776</id><published>2008-08-07T18:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T18:46:44.599-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Whew!!! What A Week!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SJujRLBkxLI/AAAAAAAAAgE/JLtsvT_7ZE8/s1600-h/mary+cooking.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231954907533460658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SJujRLBkxLI/AAAAAAAAAgE/JLtsvT_7ZE8/s400/mary+cooking.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hi bloggies!!! I think I have used this picture before, but it pretty much looks like what I will be doing for the long run!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This week I have been working on a plan to purchase a catering business locally.  It is an established business with a client base of corporate repeats.  I was contacted by them while on vacation July 14.  This week the final talks have been taking place and it has been a roller coaster ride!  First day--it looks good, second day--need to see more financials, third day--who are they kidding, fourth day--this looks good, today---down when at the accountant's, up when at the bank, whewwwwww---we are exhausted from the bundle of nerves that has our intestines in knots!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It looks like it's really going to happen.  And I told my bosses Wed about the possibility.  That was such a HARD thing for me to do. I have been at this job for over 15 years, and over the course of time, have taken on more and more responsibility.  So it's going to be difficult to note everything I do in a week's time.  But I am trying.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Any way, I really thought the guys would try to talk me out of it.  They have before when I've been angry or frustrated and tried to leave.  But this time---they were soooo supportive.  Even tho they said they hoped "for their sakes" it didn't go through--ha ha ha.  But they also said they realized this was my dream and they didn't want to stand in the way of that (like I would LET them!!!).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, if all goes as planned, Sept 5 will be my last day, and I'll spend the next four weeks "shadowing" the present owners/cooks.  My mom will be helping me out at first and I have GOT to find someone who is willing to work 2 or 3 mornings a week.  And not want to make alot of money.  And will work hard.  Oh heck, why not ask for the impossible!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Add to that basket load of worry a school breakfast for 40 tomorrow morning, and a young ladies event I am in charge of Saturday evening at church.  And I'm in charge of the dinner of course.  Sooooo I have been making lists like a crazed woman!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And school starts, and I have a presentation I have to get all kinds of papers ready for.  And a power point presentation all cleaned up.  And the new accounts started.  And the federal grant applications in order.   Calgon take me away!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So alot is coming down the pike for me.  Keep me in your thoughts.  I'll tell you more about the (my???) business as the steps are taken!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bye for now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3457041138173889683-7698521955897264776?l=littletownbiglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littletownbiglife.blogspot.com/feeds/7698521955897264776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3457041138173889683&amp;postID=7698521955897264776&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457041138173889683/posts/default/7698521955897264776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457041138173889683/posts/default/7698521955897264776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littletownbiglife.blogspot.com/2008/08/whew-what-week.html' title='Whew!!! What A Week!!!'/><author><name>Little Town Big Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546690682122855859</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/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SJujRLBkxLI/AAAAAAAAAgE/JLtsvT_7ZE8/s72-c/mary+cooking.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3457041138173889683.post-7462664598271558414</id><published>2008-08-01T04:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T21:23:44.693-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dog Days of August</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SJL6LIuZVOI/AAAAAAAAAf8/qOkSgsO7EWQ/s1600-h/Kelsi+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229517186558153954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SJL6LIuZVOI/AAAAAAAAAf8/qOkSgsO7EWQ/s400/Kelsi+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy August 1st!!!!     The summer has flown by and now the very, very last of it is here.   And it's HOT!!!  and HUMID!!!!    Reminds me why I like spring!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of "hot"---we had a "hot" little time last night!   We went with Penny &amp;amp; her hubby to see a production of "South Pacific" put on by the church they attend.  "South Pacific" is one of my favs--love me some musicals!!--and this was delightful!   I really like local plays--if you let your imagination go, you can sit and imagine you are right there on Broadway!!!   Anyway, the BABA did an excellent job!  The songs of  "South Pacific" are so familiar--I almost sang along.  But, I restrained myself (for the benefit of all others attending) and just tapped my foot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the play we had dinner at one of the all time best pizza places around---Hideaway Pizza!  Yummy!  It's strictly an "okie" business, so you'll have to come to Green Country to try some, but hey!  it's worth the trip.  They have all sorts of pizzas with quirky names.  Penny had "Pizza of the Gods"!  Moi?  Just good ole pepperoni!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok now--put your thinking caps on---Do you know why it's referred to as the "dog days of summer"????   It refers to a hot, sultry time.   A time of lack of activity.  Guess the "dog" part of it is due to the fact that one just wants to lay around all the time.  But that's rather unfair!  My dog still wants to go out and chase the ball or take a walk--it's ME who wants to lay around.  Perhaps a better phrase would be the "slug days of summer"  or the "sloth days of summer"!!!   I think dogs across the nation would appreciate the fact the name is changed!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, yes, it's early, and yes, I didn't get enough sleep last night, and yes, I am rambling!   I think the heat has definitely affected me!  I can't sleep well, can't think straight, and earlier this week a co-worker and I had a MAJOR spat!  It ruined my day, her day, and made the workplace quite tense.   It's ok now.  But you know, I just hate it when I weaken and react to what's going on around me!   Especially when it's sooooo trivial.  Don't you think I could blame the heat?  Temporary insanity! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough rambling---obviously my life is quite mundane this week!  Maybe I'll have some excitement this weekend that I can share with you.  Or maybe I can get my thoughts straight!  Either way, have a great August 1st!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3457041138173889683-7462664598271558414?l=littletownbiglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littletownbiglife.blogspot.com/feeds/7462664598271558414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3457041138173889683&amp;postID=7462664598271558414&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457041138173889683/posts/default/7462664598271558414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457041138173889683/posts/default/7462664598271558414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littletownbiglife.blogspot.com/2008/08/dog-days-of-august.html' title='Dog Days of August'/><author><name>Little Town Big Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546690682122855859</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/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SJL6LIuZVOI/AAAAAAAAAf8/qOkSgsO7EWQ/s72-c/Kelsi+007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3457041138173889683.post-3766077251207775858</id><published>2008-07-27T11:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T21:23:45.974-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Preview of a Work in Progress~~~~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SIzFvGOiOMI/AAAAAAAAAfc/ACkL1D7cexI/s1600-h/Room+Preview+533.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227770680386402498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SIzFvGOiOMI/AAAAAAAAAfc/ACkL1D7cexI/s400/Room+Preview+533.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is a preview of the room I told you I was working on.  I have all the painting done, and &lt;em&gt;some&lt;/em&gt; of the decorating--but not enough that I want to show you yet!&lt;br /&gt;As you can see, I put stripes on the walls.  It's real subtle--in fact, I think they show up better in this picture than in actuality!  I did learn a valuable lesson--&lt;strong&gt;don't use a colored chalk to mark lines&lt;/strong&gt;!!!   I ran out of white chalk after one wall, and just grabbed a lavender one.  &lt;strong&gt;Bad Idea!!!  Very, Very BAD&lt;/strong&gt;!!!   The white chalk wiped right off---not the lavender!!!   It smeared and just faded a small bit--and believe me, I used every kind of cleaner I could find.  It's a wonder the paint is still there.  So, I took a small craft paint brush and went over the light color about 7 times and the darker color about 5.  And it was no picnic!!!  In fact, my legs are sooooo achy from doing the "squats" to paint the lower walls!!! But, all in all, I am going to be quite pleased when I get all the decor finished.  The picture on the wall is made up of notecards I found in Colorado.  The photographer took pictures of daises and put them on a black background.  I fell in love with them, and they work perfectly in this room!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, my extra bedrooms are small---very, very small.  But I want to show you the other bedroom that I finished last summer (I think).  I came down about 12 inches from the top of the room and painted solid white.  Then the green, and capped the white with painted moulding.  I read somewhere that this draws the eye up and makes the ceiling appear taller.  Along that same line, I hung the curtains higher and sewed panels on the bottom to make the purchased curtain longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SIzFvifZxTI/AAAAAAAAAfk/GV8RzEaXPz8/s1600-h/Room+Preview+534.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227770687973344562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SIzFvifZxTI/AAAAAAAAAfk/GV8RzEaXPz8/s400/Room+Preview+534.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I think it turned out quite nicely!  Oops---I don't have the pillow shams on the pillows yet!!!  Well, trust me when I tell you the sheets compliment the comforter and colors in the room!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SIzFv2bF4MI/AAAAAAAAAfs/uPrp2uq9V8g/s1600-h/Room+Preview+536.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227770693323972802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SIzFv2bF4MI/AAAAAAAAAfs/uPrp2uq9V8g/s400/Room+Preview+536.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is the view of the curtains. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SIzFwf00QCI/AAAAAAAAAf0/3t7cwNLT-Vo/s1600-h/Room+Preview+535.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227770704437723170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SIzFwf00QCI/AAAAAAAAAf0/3t7cwNLT-Vo/s400/Room+Preview+535.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And then another view of the room and my junky little shelf!!! Maybe I should have opted for doors!!!  One of these days I may make a little curtain and velcro it on the outside of the shelf.  For now, I'm bored with this room and off to other projects!!!   One of these days, I'll show you my red/black glazed bathroom!!!  It's my favorite in the house!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, this is what I did this weekend, along with rearranging furniture in the dining room and living room, and cleaning out the kitchen cabinets!!!  Just got a wild burst of energy, had the time and went all out!!!   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm going to sit back today and take an hour off.  And then to buy groceries!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Have a great day!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3457041138173889683-3766077251207775858?l=littletownbiglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littletownbiglife.blogspot.com/feeds/3766077251207775858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3457041138173889683&amp;postID=3766077251207775858&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457041138173889683/posts/default/3766077251207775858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457041138173889683/posts/default/3766077251207775858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littletownbiglife.blogspot.com/2008/07/preview-of-work-in-progress.html' title='Preview of a Work in Progress~~~~'/><author><name>Little Town Big Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546690682122855859</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/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SIzFvGOiOMI/AAAAAAAAAfc/ACkL1D7cexI/s72-c/Room+Preview+533.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3457041138173889683.post-8239968176320490222</id><published>2008-07-24T17:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T17:23:38.358-07:00</updated><title type='text'>But, What Do You WANT To Do?????</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;No picture today. I have just downloaded 55 from my niece's camera from the Colorado trip---we're going to put scrapbooks together about our trip. And, I didn't want to look at one more picture right now!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Which brings me to the title of this post. I am going to have a major decision to make in a couple of weeks that will change the course of my life (in a good way), and which will take me to an entirely different daily routine. Or, if the decision is made the other way---things will stay as they are now. I'm hoping for the change. I don't want to post about it, cause I don't want to jinx it!!! Suffice to say, when the time comes, I'll let you in on the "Big Change"!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;There's still one more thing I want to do this fall---I want to learn how to process digital pictures with a Photoshop program and learn how to change the backgrounds---do Warhol type prints. I just don't know which way to go. I don't know what program I need to look into, which class I need to take, I don't know anything!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I bought some notecards while on vacation and the subject was gerbera daisies---my new favorite flower! Anyway, the photographer had put the daisy images on a solid black background. They are simply beautiful! And this is what I want to do. If any of you have any hints, suggestions, ideas, please let me know. I feel so camera stupid!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;So, tomorrow is my last Friday off for this summer. I'm going to finish painting my back bedroom. I have only had the supplies for this for the past 2 YEARS!!!!! Trust me, I'm NOT that lazy---I've just had alot, ALOT of interruptions---and work!!! I have already done the buttercup yellow base coat and marked off the stripes; tomorrow I'll paint the stripes--they are just a shade darker that the base coat. I wanted something very subtle. The new curtains are a black &amp;amp; beige stripe, the bed cover is black &amp;amp; off white toile, and I'm going to use alot of black accessories. I can't wait to finish. And if I'm pleased, I'll share pictures!!! Wish me luck!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm off now to put up the tape for the striping. Have a good evening and I'll visit later!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3457041138173889683-8239968176320490222?l=littletownbiglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littletownbiglife.blogspot.com/feeds/8239968176320490222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3457041138173889683&amp;postID=8239968176320490222&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457041138173889683/posts/default/8239968176320490222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457041138173889683/posts/default/8239968176320490222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littletownbiglife.blogspot.com/2008/07/but-what-do-you-want-to-do.html' title='But, What Do You WANT To Do?????'/><author><name>Little Town Big Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546690682122855859</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-3457041138173889683.post-3039753341276493848</id><published>2008-07-23T18:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T21:23:46.328-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Last of Colorado for This Year!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SIfVy7vsz_I/AAAAAAAAAfM/5OJsOCXSqQw/s1600-h/Lake+City+08+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226380963594686450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SIfVy7vsz_I/AAAAAAAAAfM/5OJsOCXSqQw/s400/Lake+City+08+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Aren't these poppies pretty?  They were outside the cabin in Colorado.  Actually, they were planted all over town, and in yards all around Lake City.  My mom has poppies here, but she said they die back in June when the heat gets too much for them.  But, in this little utopia, they were ever blooming and GORGEOUS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SIfVzajN90I/AAAAAAAAAfU/ad033dXqdOk/s1600-h/Lake+City+08+041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226380971863832386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SIfVzajN90I/AAAAAAAAAfU/ad033dXqdOk/s400/Lake+City+08+041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And this was the epitome of serenity.  We saw this "pond" at the very top of the mountain on our horse back excursion!  And it was quite cool, literally cool!, at this point!  Like about 75 degrees at 2:00 in the afternoon cool!  Boy, do I miss this today--it's 98 degrees and HUMID here---sweltering is the kindest word I can conjure up!  Walk outside and it takes your breath.  Stay outside and your sweat glands go into overdrive!!!   But sitting and looking at this picture (with the AC vent pointed at me) I can almost feel the breeze!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, back to work --  this week is "gear up" for inservice and enrollment.  I don't have anything to do with enrollment, but I have tons of papers to mail out, files to begin and a power point to finish for an inservice presentation.  And I have no energy or enthusiasm!  It's like this every year during the couple of weeks before school starts -- for me anyway.  Maybe it's the heat of summer, maybe it's the regret for all those things I didn't accomplish, or maybe it's the sad realization that yet another year has flown by.  Time isn't on my side!!! ha ha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tonight, I'm going to allow myself to sit and look at just a few more magazines, and have a "couch potato" night.  Tomorrow I'll ---  well, I'll think about that tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pleasant dreams all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3457041138173889683-3039753341276493848?l=littletownbiglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littletownbiglife.blogspot.com/feeds/3039753341276493848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3457041138173889683&amp;postID=3039753341276493848&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457041138173889683/posts/default/3039753341276493848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457041138173889683/posts/default/3039753341276493848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littletownbiglife.blogspot.com/2008/07/last-of-colorado-for-this-year.html' title='The Last of Colorado for This Year!'/><author><name>Little Town Big Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546690682122855859</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/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SIfVy7vsz_I/AAAAAAAAAfM/5OJsOCXSqQw/s72-c/Lake+City+08+013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3457041138173889683.post-8936500963074676308</id><published>2008-07-18T10:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T21:23:47.415-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The End of a Heavenly Week!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SIDXSuE3CiI/AAAAAAAAAes/6fAVvrrdMhA/s1600-h/Lake+City+08+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224412284355807778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SIDXSuE3CiI/AAAAAAAAAes/6fAVvrrdMhA/s400/Lake+City+08+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We're back!!!!! Once again, I uploaded the pictures in reverse order, and I don't have the patience to sit through another upload, soooo you will see these in a random order! This is my grandson &amp;amp; my sister feeding the horses that are residents at the ranch where we stayed. We stayed at Elk Creek Ranch in Lake City, CO. It actually is listed in Gunnison, but it's 9 miles north of Lake City and 45 miles south of Gunnison, so I'm going with Lake City. It is a working ranch (we didn't see any workers!!!), so there are two areas of horses. And they are quite friendly---especially if you take them treats!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SIDXTh7lu2I/AAAAAAAAAe0/cHFKZhiH7Jg/s1600-h/Lake+City+08+032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224412298275568482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SIDXTh7lu2I/AAAAAAAAAe0/cHFKZhiH7Jg/s400/Lake+City+08+032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We did the horseback ride again!!! Believe it or not, we got the same guide as last year. His name was Jeremy and he's in 5th year college. We were hoping he &amp;amp; Kelsi would bond, --- nope. They did talk the entire way tho!!! My horse was "Ace" and he was a sweetheart! Jennifer's horse was "Madonna" and it was ALL ABOUT HER!!!!! The horse didn't want to cross the stream, wanted to stay in the barn, lagged behind all the others--somehow Jennifer brings out the best in a horse! Don't remember Ashley's horse's name either, but it was a "lagger" too. And when we would stop to let them drink, it had to stay and dig for a while!!! Kelsi's horse (once again, forgot the name!), was the "leader" of our trip and was quite a well trained horse. Except it kept kicking my horse in the face; could be because mine kept "goosing" him in the butt! We were gone for 3 hours and it was pure enjoyment!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SIDXUZEZbFI/AAAAAAAAAe8/HYXXwOA8zPU/s1600-h/Lake+City+08+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224412313076460626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SIDXUZEZbFI/AAAAAAAAAe8/HYXXwOA8zPU/s400/Lake+City+08+024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hank had a great time on all the farm implements that were on the grounds. I thought this of him and his daddy was too cute. And aren't these mountains gorgeous??? We woke up to that view each morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SIDXUwvF5iI/AAAAAAAAAfE/D_0k2U_zaPw/s1600-h/Lake+City+08+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224412319429551650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SIDXUwvF5iI/AAAAAAAAAfE/D_0k2U_zaPw/s400/Lake+City+08+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is the house where we stayed. One mile off the highway through 2 locked gates. No one else around for miles!!! No cell phone service---no internet. It was heaven!!! We did have TV, so my dad could keep up with CNN. Other than that--peace, sweet, sweet peace. I cooked breakfast 2 mornings---the first morning we had French Toast made with homemade blueberry-banana bread &amp;amp; strawberry-banana bread, eggs and bacon. The next morning--biscuits and sausage gravy!! We cooked dinner 3 nights! Had 7 friends over for dinner on Tuesday night. Believe it or not, they are from hometown, and hometown church. We had a great time. And we laughed about the fact that we had to go 14 hours away to get together. But isn't that how it is??? At home everyone is too busy to coordinate schedules. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;One day while there, a juried art show was held in the town park. Wow--there were some beautiful items, and it was so relaxing. There is just a certain "attitude" in small upper mountain towns. No one cares how you dress, who you are, what you do===it's just a friendly atmosphere. Kind of like old hippies on field trips!!! Ha ha ha Without the drugs or sex!!! Now, isn't that perfect??? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And little Hank was the perfect vacationer. Those long hours riding didn't upset him one bit! (love those DVD players!!! Although he was limited to 2 during trips). He interacted in conversation--think the game "Mad Gab"!! If you haven't played this, look it up and you'll understand! And he took 2 and 3 hour naps in the car!!! During our stay, whatever we dragged him to do, he loved. And staying at the ranch was great---he could play outside and be as loud as he wanted!!! And there was so much "farm" stuff for my little farmer!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Family vacations, where the entire family goes, can be tense, trying and totally useless---believe me, I have endured a few of those!!! But this one was good. I'm so grateful to have all of them to take, regardless of their "weird" habits---not mine!!! ha ha ha. We came back still loving each other and wanting to be around each other. That is a major feat!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, bloggies, I'm a bit tired (drove straight through last night) so I'll close for now, but I'll regale you with tales of Colorado later!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3457041138173889683-8936500963074676308?l=littletownbiglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littletownbiglife.blogspot.com/feeds/8936500963074676308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3457041138173889683&amp;postID=8936500963074676308&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457041138173889683/posts/default/8936500963074676308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457041138173889683/posts/default/8936500963074676308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littletownbiglife.blogspot.com/2008/07/end-of-heavenly-week.html' title='The End of a Heavenly Week!!!'/><author><name>Little Town Big Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546690682122855859</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/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SIDXSuE3CiI/AAAAAAAAAes/6fAVvrrdMhA/s72-c/Lake+City+08+018.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3457041138173889683.post-908749911718825092</id><published>2008-07-09T10:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T21:23:47.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation Time!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SHT3KMBGLqI/AAAAAAAAAek/4OFu3C4-F1w/s1600-h/DSC01392.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221069622425824930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SHT3KMBGLqI/AAAAAAAAAek/4OFu3C4-F1w/s400/DSC01392.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I have scrimped and saved since last September, and now -- tada!!! I have our vacation lodging &amp;amp; car rental paid for!!!   We leave Saturday morning for beautiful Lake City Colorado!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, the reason I scrimped and saved is that I challenged myself to see if I, and I alone, could finance the bulk of this trip.  All this from catering jobs.  And, whoopee!!! I did it!!!  Even have a bit left over for gas and extras.   When we get back, I begin saving for the next one!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that I don't want Big Daddy to help out with the trip expense, I just want to see if I can save money!!! ha ha ha   And, if I have a goal, and set my mind to it---it works!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The entire family (with the exception of my son and my sister's son) are going.  A &amp;amp; E (the sons) can't get off work.  I don't think they really, really wanted to go, but this excuse is easier to digest!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will spend the first night in Raton NM and drive on in the next day.  This year we have rented a cabin that sleeps 15 &amp;amp; it's 9 miles outside of town.  We plan to horseback ride, go 4-wheeling, hiking, etc.  There's really not alot more to do, and that suits us just fine!  We will cook at the cabin each morning and night, and are taking board games &amp;amp; videos.  It's family immersion at it's finest.  There is another family from our town, who also attend the same church as me, who will be there the same week.  They have alot of common interests, so we intend to have them over for food a couple of times. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, basically, we are there to relax and enjoy God's green mountains!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I won't be blogging til I get back.  Tonight begins the "getting ready to pull out" phase--cooking, shopping for food, washing, packing, cleaning house.  Needless to say, I won't even look at the computer.  But I'll be thinking of all of ya, and taking great (I hope!) pictures to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone be careful and have a good week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3457041138173889683-908749911718825092?l=littletownbiglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littletownbiglife.blogspot.com/feeds/908749911718825092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3457041138173889683&amp;postID=908749911718825092&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457041138173889683/posts/default/908749911718825092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457041138173889683/posts/default/908749911718825092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littletownbiglife.blogspot.com/2008/07/vacation-time.html' title='Vacation Time!!!'/><author><name>Little Town Big Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546690682122855859</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/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SHT3KMBGLqI/AAAAAAAAAek/4OFu3C4-F1w/s72-c/DSC01392.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3457041138173889683.post-4354289429071763436</id><published>2008-07-01T17:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T21:23:49.027-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Yeah It's Ladies Night!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SGrRzzdhGeI/AAAAAAAAAeM/z6zdlcL0ViM/s1600-h/Gals+Night+Out+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218213806179686882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SGrRzzdhGeI/AAAAAAAAAeM/z6zdlcL0ViM/s400/Gals+Night+Out+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Well, we finally made it!!! All 6 of us were able to be together the same night!!!  That's a major accomplishment for us and our busy schedules!!!  This is "Girls Night" at the local Melting Pot.  The last Monday of June &amp;amp; July, there are special meal deals and showings.  So, of course, we HAD to go!!!   A local women's department store had a preview of their new skin care line, a fashion show, and a make over!!!   We got samples of the skin care and my sis won a bottle of wine!  And we had a four course meal!!   How fun--it wouldn't have been quite so pricey but we just had to have us a couple of those fruity drinks!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SGrR0tvAhxI/AAAAAAAAAeU/lG9aJ6cEUJA/s1600-h/Gals+Night+Out+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218213821822306066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SGrR0tvAhxI/AAAAAAAAAeU/lG9aJ6cEUJA/s400/Gals+Night+Out+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Now I think the above picture is too funny!!!  Penny the Queen &amp;amp; I are quite, hmmm, not sure the emotion, but this the dessert course, and cinnamom flames!!!  We laughed at this pic til we cried!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SGrR03MXPrI/AAAAAAAAAec/9LrBdw2d1uA/s1600-h/Gals+Night+Out+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218213824361348786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SGrR03MXPrI/AAAAAAAAAec/9LrBdw2d1uA/s400/Gals+Night+Out+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; But then we regained our composure and posed for this one!!! And we let Ya Ya D join the fun!!!  BTW---the bananas foster fondue wasn't nearly as good as the dark chocolate one.  Not to worry tho--we disposed of them both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SGrRgFm0zgI/AAAAAAAAAds/O7xCgXhYaYw/s1600-h/Gals+Night+Out+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218213467453181442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SGrRgFm0zgI/AAAAAAAAAds/O7xCgXhYaYw/s400/Gals+Night+Out+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here's Ya Ya C getting her fabo makeover!!! She doesn't wear too much make up as a rule and we were just shocked by her good looks.  Not really!!!  She is a doll without anything, she just looked so cosmopolitian!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SGrRgfqeegI/AAAAAAAAAd0/F5hudDu56vk/s1600-h/Gals+Night+Out+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218213474447817218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SGrRgfqeegI/AAAAAAAAAd0/F5hudDu56vk/s400/Gals+Night+Out+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And here I am with one of my favorite things--make up!!!   The gal who did the make over even commented on how good my eye make up was that I had put on at home!!!  Ha ha  ha   She even wanted to know what brand it was!  I do love me some eye paint!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SGrRhDOESkI/AAAAAAAAAd8/6LAQ52cO0X0/s1600-h/Gals+Night+Out+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218213483992336962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SGrRhDOESkI/AAAAAAAAAd8/6LAQ52cO0X0/s400/Gals+Night+Out+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And here's sister Ya Ya J getting her beautification!!! She always has the most perfect make up on her own, I think she just wanted the make up artists to have something to do!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SGrRhdj7A3I/AAAAAAAAAeE/YdDKVMferUE/s1600-h/Gals+Night+Out+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218213491063325554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SGrRhdj7A3I/AAAAAAAAAeE/YdDKVMferUE/s400/Gals+Night+Out+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And Ya Ya D joined in the fun!!!  As did Penny the Queen and Ya Ya B, but I am getting tooo "make over" happy!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, can I just tell you we had a BLAST!!! We always do and it had been such a long time (it seems) since we had all been together..  We laughed and laughed and laughed.  If a psychiatrist could bottle these feelings he would have the cure for most any mental ailment!!!!   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We started laughing at Ya Ya C's where she has (in front of her gorgeous home) an RV parked with the awning out and the door open!!!   We deemed it the runaway room.  Anytime we feel tooooo stressed we have decided to call and let her know we need our time out!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know I have said this many, many times before, but if you have some gal friends and you haven't had your time together lately, DO NOT PASS GO until you round em up and have some therapy!!!   I love these gals soooo much and I just can't imagine going through life without them.  What a blessing!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, I'm still suffering from an over done weekend and partying late last night, so I have to close and rest before I go to bed!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy July!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3457041138173889683-4354289429071763436?l=littletownbiglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littletownbiglife.blogspot.com/feeds/4354289429071763436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3457041138173889683&amp;postID=4354289429071763436&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457041138173889683/posts/default/4354289429071763436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457041138173889683/posts/default/4354289429071763436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littletownbiglife.blogspot.com/2008/07/oh-yeah-its-ladies-night.html' title='Oh Yeah It&apos;s Ladies Night!!!'/><author><name>Little Town Big Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546690682122855859</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/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SGrRzzdhGeI/AAAAAAAAAeM/z6zdlcL0ViM/s72-c/Gals+Night+Out+007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3457041138173889683.post-7491955508860603822</id><published>2008-06-28T07:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T21:23:51.039-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Garden Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SGZPmGIrGYI/AAAAAAAAAdM/kauuvuKBaEc/s1600-h/Garden+Tour+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216944734255913346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SGZPmGIrGYI/AAAAAAAAAdM/kauuvuKBaEc/s400/Garden+Tour+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Before we venture on to places out of doors, I wanted to show you the flowers my sister-in-law brought me a couple of weeks back. We were having dinner for Father's Day &amp;amp; I had the dinner at my house and she came in with these. Aren't they pretty? Oh yeah, this picture is SIDEWAYS!!! So tilt your head a little--now a little more--just a tad bit more---whoops, did I hear you yell "ouch"???? Hope you didn't pull anything---I'll try to remember to adjust the pics before I start downloading. Does anyone know what they are? She didn't and I can't come up with exactly what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SGZPmnNyJrI/AAAAAAAAAdU/taeQMwyrEIU/s1600-h/Garden+Tour+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216944743135717042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SGZPmnNyJrI/AAAAAAAAAdU/taeQMwyrEIU/s400/Garden+Tour+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ok--let's go out doors. Come &amp;amp; sit with me by the outdoor fireplace. As it is sooo hot, we'll burn chiminea wood and enjoy the odor wafting out towards us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SGZPnJo4aGI/AAAAAAAAAdc/jFo48WzFccI/s1600-h/Garden+Tour+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216944752376178786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SGZPnJo4aGI/AAAAAAAAAdc/jFo48WzFccI/s400/Garden+Tour+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We'll listen as the urn fountains softly bubble, and watch the water cascade down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SGZPns9AUcI/AAAAAAAAAdk/ZUZNL7LGp1s/s1600-h/Garden+Tour+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216944761855824322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SGZPns9AUcI/AAAAAAAAAdk/ZUZNL7LGp1s/s400/Garden+Tour+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We'll enjoy seeing the koi swim back and forth through their stream. We might even get them to eat out of our hands. Relaxing huh???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OH YOU THOUGHT THIS WAS MY HOUSE????&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; NOT!!!! I wish it were my backyard. I could sure see myself sitting out here in the evenings!! No, I went on a garden tour and this was one of the featured lawns. (They aren't called yards when they are on tour!!!) We visited 5 places and they were all really pretty, but this was my favorite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SGZPCPTfQQI/AAAAAAAAAcs/pOy4NOmd8eI/s1600-h/Garden+Tour+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216944118241902850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SGZPCPTfQQI/AAAAAAAAAcs/pOy4NOmd8eI/s400/Garden+Tour+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oops! Another one of those side way pics of my flowers. I don't want to go back and delete this and loose some of the others. And being the computer illiterate I am, if I start messing with this post, that's what will happen. Don't turn your head to look at this one. Trust me, they are the same flowers and I don't want you to endure any more pain!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SGZPCqFt9uI/AAAAAAAAAc0/huHMXF9Z6P0/s1600-h/Garden+Tour+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216944125431903970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SGZPCqFt9uI/AAAAAAAAAc0/huHMXF9Z6P0/s400/Garden+Tour+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Another garden tour pic. This was rather interesting. Know what those are?? Wine bottles!!! I actually think it's a rather novel idea. Don't you know they had a blast getting to this point??? "Now come on dear, we need 10 more wine bottles to make the garden complete, and company is coming in three days, so drink up." I'm amazed they were all going the same direction!!! ha ha ha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SGZPCzUjX9I/AAAAAAAAAc8/Y2PuPyvvSgM/s1600-h/Garden+Tour+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216944127910043602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SGZPCzUjX9I/AAAAAAAAAc8/Y2PuPyvvSgM/s400/Garden+Tour+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm falling for these waterscapes. My son worked for a landscaper when he was in college and he is quite the handy man when it comes to yard work, and he said he would put a couple in for me!! Ya hoo!!! He works as a surveyor's assistant now, so he has access to lots of LARGE rocks and boulders. I have commissioned him to help me formulate a new look in the yard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SGZPDcESilI/AAAAAAAAAdE/iVcVfkDsK8U/s1600-h/Garden+Tour+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216944138847685202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SGZPDcESilI/AAAAAAAAAdE/iVcVfkDsK8U/s400/Garden+Tour+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And this pic is just too darn cute!!! This is Mabel, and she belongs to one of the gals I work with. She came to visit on Thursday and I snuck around and had another gal hold her so I can take her cute lil face and make something for her "mom". &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So today I just got back from working a 50th wedding anniversary. And cooking for another anniversary across town (sounds far apart huh??? in this town we're talking a matter of 4 blocks hee hee). Sister worked the other one. BUT my puppies are yelpin!!! I need that koi pond to sit beside. Think the owners would mind if I just drive over and dangle my feet in with the fish???? Oh well, I'll just curl up on the sofa for an hour with my kitty. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Have a great evening! Oh, and today is MY anniversary!!! I'm out to eat later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3457041138173889683-7491955508860603822?l=littletownbiglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littletownbiglife.blogspot.com/feeds/7491955508860603822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3457041138173889683&amp;postID=7491955508860603822&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457041138173889683/posts/default/7491955508860603822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457041138173889683/posts/default/7491955508860603822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littletownbiglife.blogspot.com/2008/06/garden-days.html' title='Garden Days'/><author><name>Little Town Big Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546690682122855859</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/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SGZPmGIrGYI/AAAAAAAAAdM/kauuvuKBaEc/s72-c/Garden+Tour+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3457041138173889683.post-8141632322127780327</id><published>2008-06-20T06:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T06:40:59.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TGIF---Really TG!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I didn't have a "catchy" picture to post cause I'm kinda in a hurry &amp;amp; I just wanted to check in with my bloggies!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I was planning to stay home all day today on my day off---no make up, old cleaning clothes and finish painting the back bedroom, clean house, and just relax. BUT---at 7:15 a.m. my mom called. She has an eye doctor's appointment and my dad isn't feeling well, so will I take her. &lt;em&gt;OF COURSE I WILL!!!!&lt;/em&gt; Plans change soooo quickly, and truthfully, I was a bit tempted to complain &amp;amp; whine to everyone about how I don't have enough time anyway, etc.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BUT then I thought: hey, does anyone look at life's challenges &amp;amp; hindrances on the flip side?????&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In that vein, I am going to end this post with 10 things I am thankful for today. You know: Thank God It's ______________-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. I am thankful for the beautiful sunshine out there today. I woke up, no rain and it's radiant out there. Just yesterday on GMA, it was reported that people aren't getting enough Vitamin D due the trend of spending so much time undoors. So, I am going to get some Vitamin D today!!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. I am thankful I was able to get up out of bed on my own and in my own bed. There are soooo many people in hospitals and restricted to bed due to injuries and illnesses and I am giving thanks for my mobility and health!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. I am thankful that I have my mom to take to the Dr. And, that she is so extremely healthy. I have many, many friends whose moms are no longer with them. And many who have moms with such health problems that limit their actions. My mom will be 75 on July 13, and she is HEALTHY--except for cataracts. Those can be removed! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. I am thankful I have a job to go to. (Just not today!) There's alot of unemployment, people suffering from business cutbacks and such. My job may not be someone else's Dream Job, but I drive 5 minutes down the road, the people only ask that I do what I was hired to do, the dress code isn't "haute couture" and the people are great. Sure they have their idiosyncrasies (SP???) but I probably have some character traits that drive them nuts too (not really, surely not, I'm just trying to make them feel better--ha ha ha). And, my job is mine as long as I want.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. I have a great family! My kids, my parents, my in laws, love em all. We all have disagreements, flaws, but isn't that what gives people "color"? Wouldn't it be a BORING world if we were all in agreement, all the time??????? And if we were all of one mind---yuck!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. I serve the God who loves me unconditionally, and is with me 24/7. Enough said. He left me and everyone else a letter called the Bible. Check it out.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. I need to loose 15 pounds. You read that right---I am thankful for that. If I didn't need to loose the weight, it might mean that I didn't have enough food to eat or that I had severe health problems. It also would be a good excuse for not exercising. And then I might just be lazy and have all kinds of "silent" diseases. So, I have been blessed with fluffiness! Now to work it off!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. Good Friends!!! If one doesn't have good friends, both near and far, they are soooo disadvantaged. The medical community has written volumes and volumes about the benefits of friendship. We were created to connect. I have wonderful friends---that's another post. Just a hint---to have good friends, you must BE a good friend.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. I am thankful for my cat &amp;amp; dog. Yes, I know, I am toooo close and love them toooo much --- wait I don't think that's possible! Animals are a gift from God. Yes, they are!!! God teaches me lessons through them also, and I love em!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. I am thankful for my country---the USA, and for my small little "everyone knows everything" community. Small towns have sooooo many traits that keep us connected like family. I wouldn't want to live anywhere else. Ok, maybe a vacation home somewhere---ha ha&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now, I want all of you out there to think and think and think of what you have to be thankful for in your lives!!! Look at each moment in life to find an opportunity for thankfulness. Bet you can!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have a wonderful Friday..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3457041138173889683-8141632322127780327?l=littletownbiglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littletownbiglife.blogspot.com/feeds/8141632322127780327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3457041138173889683&amp;postID=8141632322127780327&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457041138173889683/posts/default/8141632322127780327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457041138173889683/posts/default/8141632322127780327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littletownbiglife.blogspot.com/2008/06/tgif-really-tg.html' title='TGIF---Really TG!!!!'/><author><name>Little Town Big Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546690682122855859</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3457041138173889683.post-6748093156834626610</id><published>2008-06-16T18:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T21:23:51.431-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh The Things That Can Happen</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SFcT-DpCjiI/AAAAAAAAAcc/E2xiCIFRtWU/s1600-h/Garth+B.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212657050554895906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SFcT-DpCjiI/AAAAAAAAAcc/E2xiCIFRtWU/s400/Garth+B.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It's been a "aha" day!!  I went over to the little (and I emphasize LITTLE) sandwich shop behind my office to get a cup of iced tea and &lt;em&gt;THERE HE WAS&lt;/em&gt;----Garth himself!!!!  I walked right by, acted like he was just another customer, ordered my tea, talked to the cashier, started out, glanced over and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;he smiled !!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He and his three girls had come to Little Town for lunch--see they live in the next community, and have been known to eat at this sandwich shop.  Now I have to tell you, everyone has their "Garth sightings" except me!!!  I haven't seen him at Reasor's or Kohl's or Delta Cafe, or any of the other popular "Garth" hangouts!  So this was cooooollllll!!!   I said something like "how are ya doin" and HE STOOD UP and SHOOK MY HAND and said "you are?"  I wanted to say "A big fat dork", but I gave him my name and he introduced me to his girls---cute gals!  They are middle school aged and up.  One of them had the cutest hair do, and in typical gal style I said "Oh your hair is sooo cute!".  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And that was it.  He was very approachable, personable, and kind!  And he was wearing a hat like this one and shorts.  My brush with fame!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SFcT-GQLX3I/AAAAAAAAAck/SiHo5K3zQ5o/s1600-h/Tiger+W.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212657051255922546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SFcT-GQLX3I/AAAAAAAAAck/SiHo5K3zQ5o/s400/Tiger+W.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; On the flip side---I don't particularly like golf--  TOOOO SLOOOOWWW!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But--we did watch the US Open this weekend (it being Father's Day weekend and all) and I actually got interested!!   Even watched the "sudden death" playoff at work today.  I have to admit, I was rooting for the underdog, Rocco Mediate (oooo love that name Rocco!).  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Does any one out there get as tired as I do?????  I woke up this morning--Monday--and felt like I'd been hit by a Mac Truck!!!   Just can't do the weekends like I used to!  Gosh darn it I hate that about getting more mature!!!   I used to have the energy of a power plant, could go for days and days at full speed.  But now after a couple of full speed days---I must recharge my batteries.  And they sure ain't energizers!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, off to try to make some sense of my cluttered kitchen!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Have a great evening!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3457041138173889683-6748093156834626610?l=littletownbiglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littletownbiglife.blogspot.com/feeds/6748093156834626610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3457041138173889683&amp;postID=6748093156834626610&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457041138173889683/posts/default/6748093156834626610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457041138173889683/posts/default/6748093156834626610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littletownbiglife.blogspot.com/2008/06/i.html' title='Oh The Things That Can Happen'/><author><name>Little Town Big Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546690682122855859</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/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SFcT-DpCjiI/AAAAAAAAAcc/E2xiCIFRtWU/s72-c/Garth+B.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3457041138173889683.post-6534869081934780107</id><published>2008-06-14T13:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T21:23:51.609-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Hate to Wait!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SFQvFTiE_wI/AAAAAAAAAcU/n0rlhBeg9-E/s1600-h/Waiting.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211842436963565314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SFQvFTiE_wI/AAAAAAAAAcU/n0rlhBeg9-E/s400/Waiting.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If there is ONE thing that I hate-hate-hate----it is waiting!!  I am so doggoned impatient.  Guess that's part of A Personality traits, or maybe a little ADD kicking in.  I'm just a "quick" person.  I eat quick, shop quick, dress quick, arrive everywhere I go early, I just HATE to wait!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And here I sit, waiting on the son to arrive;  and my sis.   Ugggg   I hate to wait.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are going to a restaurant on Grand Lake tonight for my mother-in-law's birthday.  It's a surprise to her, some of her "lake" friends are going to be there along with the whole family!  Sounds like fun.  And I don't want to be late!!!   I want to be EARLY!!!    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think of all the things I prepare for, appointments made, vacations planned, in fact, each and every day---I don't like the waiting.  I like when the moment arrives -- and I don't want it to end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I remember, as a child, when an event was planned, I would lie awake night after night waiting, imagining the moment plans arrived.  I still do that.  Like yesterday evening I had a dinner for 75 and all week I would lay my head down on the pillow, and KA-BOOM!!!  The order of events, the recipes, the timing, the ingredients, it all just played over and over in my mind.  Again and again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The dinner was for a 50 class reunion.  50 YEARS!!!  And they could still drive -- ha ha ha.   Actually, some of them looked remarkably young for this milestone.  Some of them looked really old.  The ravages of time does catch up!  So do the results of good or bad living.  You could tell the smokers by their "lines and leather", the over-drinkers by their red-veined noses, and of course the over-eaters by their clothing--hee hee.  Some had that stare that wondered "what the heck am I doing here--why did I agree to stay past bedtime" and some had a jubilance that was a result of their positive outlook.  Money had nothing to do with their countenance.  Nor did power or fame.  There's a good lesson there.  Just don't have the time to go into it right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nope, right now I'm just going to sign off and WAIT!!!   And tap my fingers.  And pace.   And sigh.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is the prime reason I don't like golf.  The WAITING!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bye   off to WAIT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3457041138173889683-6534869081934780107?l=littletownbiglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littletownbiglife.blogspot.com/feeds/6534869081934780107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3457041138173889683&amp;postID=6534869081934780107&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457041138173889683/posts/default/6534869081934780107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457041138173889683/posts/default/6534869081934780107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littletownbiglife.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-hate-to-wait.html' title='I Hate to Wait!!!'/><author><name>Little Town Big Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546690682122855859</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/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SFQvFTiE_wI/AAAAAAAAAcU/n0rlhBeg9-E/s72-c/Waiting.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3457041138173889683.post-4933184312598014</id><published>2008-06-08T19:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T21:23:52.044-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to My Ya Ya Sistas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SEyVj3AnraI/AAAAAAAAAcM/qJpMrP5zps8/s1600-h/Birthday+Ya+Yas+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209703312255331746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SEyVj3AnraI/AAAAAAAAAcM/qJpMrP5zps8/s400/Birthday+Ya+Yas+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happy Birthday To You,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happy Birthday To You,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happy Birthday Best Friend Ya Ya Sistas!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happy Birthday To You~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;These are my Ya Ya Sistas~~the Birthday Queens!  Notice the lovely crowns and pretty drinks.   They are officially queens!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We had the best time tonight---only three of us out of six could make the event of the week, BUT not to worry.  No sireee!!!  The three of us had enough food and fun for 100!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We ate wonderful food at Charleston's and shopped at Wild Oats and Barnes-Noble.  Couldn't ask for more fun!!!  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh the laughing three gals who are so comfortable in who they are can emit.   Only gals really in touch with their own selves --cracks, wrinkles and cellulite and all---can open up and have this much fun.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who the heck needs therapy when we have each other???   My gosh, the money we have saved our old men!!!   Course we just turn around and spend it shopping.  BUT   this therapy is available on a 24/7 basis!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I hope you have some sistas like mine!  I can't call them friends---they are soooooo much more.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have a good evening!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3457041138173889683-4933184312598014?l=littletownbiglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littletownbiglife.blogspot.com/feeds/4933184312598014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3457041138173889683&amp;postID=4933184312598014&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457041138173889683/posts/default/4933184312598014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457041138173889683/posts/default/4933184312598014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littletownbiglife.blogspot.com/2008/06/happy-birthday-to-my-ya-ya-sistas.html' title='Happy Birthday to My Ya Ya Sistas!'/><author><name>Little Town Big Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546690682122855859</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/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SEyVj3AnraI/AAAAAAAAAcM/qJpMrP5zps8/s72-c/Birthday+Ya+Yas+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3457041138173889683.post-8562734914904244484</id><published>2008-06-08T13:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T21:23:53.066-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Memories of a Crafty Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SExCc3AuDhI/AAAAAAAAAb8/Ad42JkwkMl8/s1600-h/Crafts+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209611932531559954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SExCc3AuDhI/AAAAAAAAAb8/Ad42JkwkMl8/s400/Crafts+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Ok this may prove to be a rather lengthy post--and it's because of the pictures involved.  I will have to do a "part deux" for current projects.  Anyway, this post is in response to Kari over at Just Livin Large's post about the many crafts she has experimented with over the years.  She posted pictures and I commented that I too have done the craft overload, and that I had pictures that would put hers to shame--or elevate them to "great" status!!!  So Kari commented she was waiting on "the post"--ok girlfriend--challenge accepted.  The above picture is one of the crafts done on styrofoam.  I don't remember what in the heck I was going to do with them other than use them for Easter something. and I am shocked they survived all the "weedings", but there they are!!  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SExCdbgF79I/AAAAAAAAAcE/6HDyhpioTU0/s1600-h/Crafts+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209611942326824914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SExCdbgF79I/AAAAAAAAAcE/6HDyhpioTU0/s400/Crafts+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;These three painted items are cookie jar lids.  For about 2 years I gave acrylic "tole" classes in my garage.  Big Daddy cut the wooden pieces and I sold the raw wood as part of the classes.  I think these were dated back in 1988.  The classes were fun, and I usually had about 10-15 students, but you can only paint so many things---&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SExB8Ul1VdI/AAAAAAAAAbc/Xl13xBZm1zw/s1600-h/Crafts+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209611373536171474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SExB8Ul1VdI/AAAAAAAAAbc/Xl13xBZm1zw/s400/Crafts+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;These next two gorgeous items (above &amp;amp; below) are examples of why I'm not an oil artist.  I took lessons for 5 or 6 years off and on, and never did really like the process--toooooo slooooowww!~! These were back in the early 80's.  Doesn't every aspiring artist have Canadian geese in their closest????&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SExB9H7SlkI/AAAAAAAAAbk/qU5PMAXUHeM/s1600-h/Crafts+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209611387316377154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SExB9H7SlkI/AAAAAAAAAbk/qU5PMAXUHeM/s400/Crafts+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SExB9Vamm7I/AAAAAAAAAbs/35Bo6Qeexk0/s1600-h/Crafts+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209611390937373618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SExB9Vamm7I/AAAAAAAAAbs/35Bo6Qeexk0/s400/Crafts+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;And I did ceramics throughout the 70's and 80's.  For a year I owned a ceramic shop here in town.  Poured all my own greenware, fired them, the whole shebang.  And classes, the on-going classes every day and 2 nights a week.  It was enjoyable, and often I wish I still had the place but my danged attention span-----   Oh--the name of my shop was "The Pour House".  Get it ???  Poured my greenware--didn't make any money---&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SExB9xFdsyI/AAAAAAAAAb0/KPzWO99Kn2c/s1600-h/Crafts+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209611398364902178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SExB9xFdsyI/AAAAAAAAAb0/KPzWO99Kn2c/s400/Crafts+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;And cross stitch.  I went through a HUGE cross stitch phase.  I still like doing it, but I fall asleep when doing too many repetitions--ha ha.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In another post I'll have to show you the felt "northwoods" Christmas stockings I made for Big Daddy's family.  And the "refashioned" jewelry I made for a while.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One really good friend of mine (who moved out of state in self defense I think) and I used to do the craft show circuit locally.  The biggest we ever did was Santa House in Tulsa.  I doubt that we ever recovered expenses or made money.  More like kept us in supplies and out of trouble.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Most of the "better" things I made were given away.   Never thought I did well enough to sell much.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And, of course, now my "crafts" are my cakes.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But, alas Kari, I too have such a short attention span, and I,too, am waiting for that really "fulfilling" item.  I don't think there really is such a thing.  Cause the supply industry keeps churning out more and more different ways to do the same thing--ha ha&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What I REALLY wanted was a show like Carol Duvall's.  Where I could just TALK about crafts!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Enough for now.   &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tonight I have a dinner engagement with a couple of ya ya's for birthday celebrations.   Do you see dessert in the near future!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have a great Sunday.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3457041138173889683-8562734914904244484?l=littletownbiglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littletownbiglife.blogspot.com/feeds/8562734914904244484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3457041138173889683&amp;postID=8562734914904244484&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457041138173889683/posts/default/8562734914904244484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457041138173889683/posts/default/8562734914904244484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littletownbiglife.blogspot.com/2008/06/memories-of-crafty-life.html' title='Memories of a Crafty Life'/><author><name>Little Town Big Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546690682122855859</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/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SExCc3AuDhI/AAAAAAAAAb8/Ad42JkwkMl8/s72-c/Crafts+008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3457041138173889683.post-4926338269542896292</id><published>2008-06-04T18:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T21:23:54.410-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pretty Flowers!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SEc_XJNSMrI/AAAAAAAAAaU/21Ic_8JGVoQ/s1600-h/Flowers+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208201160918446770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SEc_XJNSMrI/AAAAAAAAAaU/21Ic_8JGVoQ/s400/Flowers+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I don't have alot of flowers this year--seems I always have good intentions and never the time!!!   But the few I do have seem to have such vibrant colors!&lt;br /&gt;Like this petunia--and the one following.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SEc_XmbubFI/AAAAAAAAAac/3LxZ6GOzFXA/s1600-h/Flowers+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208201168763645010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SEc_XmbubFI/AAAAAAAAAac/3LxZ6GOzFXA/s400/Flowers+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Petunias always remind me of velvet--they look so soft and lush.   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SEc_XzVVk5I/AAAAAAAAAak/bDzK0ZcBZNo/s1600-h/Flowers+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208201172226511762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SEc_XzVVk5I/AAAAAAAAAak/bDzK0ZcBZNo/s400/Flowers+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My perinnials are pretty this year--even with all the cold ice this past December, they seem to have survived quite well.   This one has the biggest leaves--when I first put it in the ground it was tiny, and the name "big leaf" seemed like a distant dream.  And now this year--here it is--taking full advantage of the area!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SEc_Yboe-JI/AAAAAAAAAas/CNwjTm02OwQ/s1600-h/Flowers+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208201183044237458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SEc_Yboe-JI/AAAAAAAAAas/CNwjTm02OwQ/s400/Flowers+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I have these in the garden--they too are returning hosta, and don't know if you can tell, but two of them are getting ready to bloom.   I adore my hosta--I keep adding them and dividing them--pretty soon the whole side of the house will be full of hosta.  They just speak to me tho.  So pretty and different.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I planted a hydrangea bush this year behind the big leaf hosta.  It's supposed to be blue, and probably won't flower this first year of planting, but I am also drawn to hydrangea.  They remind me of my grandmother's garden.  So I hope to eventually have more.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In the back yard I have a peony bush--another one of grandmother's favorites.  It isn't blooming yet this year, but when it does I'll share a picture with you.  I also have some poppies and hollyhock planted from Mosiac Queen.  Hope I have good luck with them.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Can't work in the garden this week tho cause of my stitches in the finger---it's amazing how we take our fingers for granted!  Each one of them has a duty and a function, and I must say--I really miss having all of them in full working order!!!  And you can't believe how many times a person bumps her fingers in the course of one day---usually it's just bumped and on you go.  But when bumping results in P-A-I-N     well, you become aware of the bumps!@!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I really don't have much interesting happening right now, so I'll close--just wanted to share a few pretties from the outside!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3457041138173889683-4926338269542896292?l=littletownbiglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littletownbiglife.blogspot.com/feeds/4926338269542896292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3457041138173889683&amp;postID=4926338269542896292&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457041138173889683/posts/default/4926338269542896292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457041138173889683/posts/default/4926338269542896292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littletownbiglife.blogspot.com/2008/06/pretty-flowers.html' title='Pretty Flowers!'/><author><name>Little Town Big Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546690682122855859</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/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SEc_XJNSMrI/AAAAAAAAAaU/21Ic_8JGVoQ/s72-c/Flowers+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3457041138173889683.post-5945903650134729936</id><published>2008-06-01T16:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T21:23:54.601-08:00</updated><title type='text'>OUCH!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SEMvtCLyZMI/AAAAAAAAAaE/YGUVZ06HIZY/s1600-h/Finger+Wound+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207058044897354946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SEMvtCLyZMI/AAAAAAAAAaE/YGUVZ06HIZY/s400/Finger+Wound+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is the "cleaned up" result of Saturday afternoon!  Now, I will warn you---the next picture is a bit graphic--enter at you own risk.  Or scan by quickly!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SEMvtiCJp3I/AAAAAAAAAaM/B_XvJthYyhE/s1600-h/Finger+Wound+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207058053446870898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SEMvtiCJp3I/AAAAAAAAAaM/B_XvJthYyhE/s400/Finger+Wound+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;SEVEN STITCHES!!!   In the tip of my finger!   The deading doesn't fully deaden the tip of the finger due to all the nerve endings there.  Even when the Dr gave me additional lidocaine in the wound.   So I felt about half of the stitches!!!  OUCH!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I was making punch at a reception--left a lid on the can of pineapple juice &amp;amp; sat it in the sink--reached for something else in the sink and overshot my target.  AND came down full force on the lid!!!   I wasn't going to go to the ER---I HATE ERS &amp;amp; DRS (no offense medical people), but the darn thing wouldn't quit bleeding.  I was the proverbial "bleeding like a stuck hog"!!!    S0000, out of fear of bleeding out from the finger (at least that's how my hubby convinced me) and the fear of infection which would require cutting off my finger (another of his arguments), I relented and went.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I told Big Daddy that he had to hold my hand---I've NEVER had stitches!   And he said no way--he would faint!    Bless my sister's heart---we called her, she came running and sat with me during my trama!!!   I don't know what I would do without her.   &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Then I got home in time to attend a wedding.   An evening, formal wedding.   This new accessory may catch on!!   Believe me--I had more questions about my finger guard than I have ever had on shoes or jewelry.  If you want to make a statement that everyone will notice, go for the finger guard.  Got lots of sympathy too!!!   Everyone was saying "oh my gosh, the tip of your finger---that hurts sooo bad".  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now I'm just worried about having the stitches taken out.  They have to stay in for 14 days---this should be really uncomfortable!!!   But I'm keeping it really softened with Neosporin.   The paper said this would help --- right!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The up side you ask???   I can't do dishes for a couple of weeks.  And it's  my right hand--typing is difficult.  Do you know how many times a person types "i's" and "k's"?????    I'm looking for lots of understanding at work---after all I'm returning from a week's vacation---can't really take another couple of days "sick" days!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well, I'll try to keep you posted in correct typing!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3457041138173889683-5945903650134729936?l=littletownbiglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littletownbiglife.blogspot.com/feeds/5945903650134729936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3457041138173889683&amp;postID=5945903650134729936&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457041138173889683/posts/default/5945903650134729936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457041138173889683/posts/default/5945903650134729936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littletownbiglife.blogspot.com/2008/06/ouch.html' title='OUCH!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Little Town Big Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546690682122855859</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/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SEMvtCLyZMI/AAAAAAAAAaE/YGUVZ06HIZY/s72-c/Finger+Wound+008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3457041138173889683.post-6036674255126319686</id><published>2008-05-29T06:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T06:34:11.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Please Add Mackenzie To Your Prayer List</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Hi everyone---I just have a quick moment this morning, but I want to seek the prayers of everyone out there.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There is a 14 year old young lady, named Mackenzie, who is in a children's hospital in Tulsa Oklahoma this morning, and she and her family have received some very grave news.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;After struggling with severe back pain for the past several months (and being under Drs care all of this time), they finally did MRIs and found two large masses in her pelvic area.  She had exploratory surgery on Tuesday which revealed Stage 4 Ovarian Cancer.  Additionally, they found a "spot" on her back--results haven't come back on this yet.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Last evening at church, the pastor seemed quite reserved when telling the congregation--which isn't good.   He then prayed for a miracle in Mackenzie's body--which is unusual for him.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Please, please send this request on, pray for her, and stand in faith for her.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'll be back after the day of shopping I have planned!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3457041138173889683-6036674255126319686?l=littletownbiglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littletownbiglife.blogspot.com/feeds/6036674255126319686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3457041138173889683&amp;postID=6036674255126319686&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457041138173889683/posts/default/6036674255126319686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457041138173889683/posts/default/6036674255126319686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littletownbiglife.blogspot.com/2008/05/please-add-mackenzie-to-your-prayer.html' title='Please Add Mackenzie To Your Prayer List'/><author><name>Little Town Big Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546690682122855859</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-3457041138173889683.post-8803941599929671777</id><published>2008-05-27T07:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T21:23:54.955-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NO TV---WHAT ??????</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SDwf5Df9XCI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/X5Gmy9ZlgU4/s1600-h/TV.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205070334385806370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BY5o7i4HT_4/SDwf5Df9XCI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/X5Gmy9ZlgU4/s400/TV.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;We lost our cable connection!!!! It's been off &amp;amp; on since Friday evening. Saturday we watched Talledega Nights in desperation. It came back on, and then Sunday we lost it again! So we watched Volunteers in desperation. Yea, I know, we have no good movies in the house! Although, Ricky Bobby does bring some laughs. Come on, he really does! Who else prays to 8 lb 6oz baby Jesus---(forgive me for laughing through that one dear Lord).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;And, I am off this week, and nothing spurs my housekeeping energy more  than hearing the drone of the TV in the background. When it's tuned to HGTV I get all inspired, and begin rearranging furniture. When Food Network is on, I begin cooking. And when I Love Lucy is on, well, the day is free range! Now I have nothin
