<?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-3028560945142644751</id><updated>2011-07-29T02:29:50.405-07:00</updated><category term='Fabric'/><title type='text'>LIFE AS I KNOW IT</title><subtitle type='html'>My Life as it unfolds.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bearhugs62.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3028560945142644751/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bearhugs62.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>bearhugs62</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16428892136732951933</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>82</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3028560945142644751.post-152460932045434283</id><published>2011-04-10T15:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T15:33:32.507-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LIFE AS I KNOW IT</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bearhugs62.blogspot.com/"&gt;LIFE AS I KNOW IT&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3028560945142644751-152460932045434283?l=bearhugs62.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://bearhugs62.blogspot.com/' title='LIFE AS I KNOW IT'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bearhugs62.blogspot.com/feeds/152460932045434283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bearhugs62.blogspot.com/2011/04/life-as-i-know-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3028560945142644751/posts/default/152460932045434283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3028560945142644751/posts/default/152460932045434283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bearhugs62.blogspot.com/2011/04/life-as-i-know-it.html' title='LIFE AS I KNOW IT'/><author><name>bearhugs62</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16428892136732951933</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-3028560945142644751.post-8836398709833199998</id><published>2011-04-10T09:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T15:45:16.675-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am a soldiers wife:</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I am a soldiers wife: I married him knowing, I would never get rich. I have spent many holidays alone while he was away. I serve my country along side him.My life expectancy is shorter than yours because of the stress. But yet you think my life is easy. Because I have learned to be strong in the face of others. Friends were never a permanent part of our life. Time and distance found a way to desperate this. I had to be mother and father to our children &amp; sometimes worked 2 jobs to help with the bills. I have watched my solder work harder and put in more hours then anyone should have to work. For very little pay. And some how the Government still can't see that our military never has or never will get the pay they should receive. i fly my flag just as high as the government. But I don't make others hoist it for me.We are the glue that no one see's that holds it all together.The one's who know how to juggle the bills so they can all get payment.A military wife can make a great meal out of nothing and still hold our heads high because we made it through another day. I just want to ask you in congress to live a year or even a month off of what our solders get paid. And you work the jobs they do. and better yet, Let me see your wive's do as much as we do with what we have had to live with.and make a meal out of almost nothing at all. and do your own house work too.    &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3028560945142644751-8836398709833199998?l=bearhugs62.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bearhugs62.blogspot.com/feeds/8836398709833199998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bearhugs62.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-am-soldiers-wife-i-married-him.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3028560945142644751/posts/default/8836398709833199998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3028560945142644751/posts/default/8836398709833199998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bearhugs62.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-am-soldiers-wife-i-married-him.html' title='I am a soldiers wife:'/><author><name>bearhugs62</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16428892136732951933</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-3028560945142644751.post-2876047733860397198</id><published>2011-03-31T13:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T14:10:01.234-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What is it that really gets your goat</title><content type='html'>Go ahead let it out. Tell me what really makes you mad. Like the fact that child predators can walk the same streets your children do and no one is the wiser. I think they should have to wear a bright red band that advertises what they have done or a license plate on there cares that reflect the words predator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waitresses should have to take a course on being polite. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And children should be taught in school that their parents do not owe them anything in life after they are adults. A parent has gave them everything they wanted and needed in life. So don't take there chance to retire away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Children should also learn that the love of family and respect of your parents are the most important thing to pass on to your kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I Got you started you add your thoughts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3028560945142644751-2876047733860397198?l=bearhugs62.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bearhugs62.blogspot.com/feeds/2876047733860397198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bearhugs62.blogspot.com/2011/03/what-is-it-that-really-gets-your-goat.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3028560945142644751/posts/default/2876047733860397198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3028560945142644751/posts/default/2876047733860397198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bearhugs62.blogspot.com/2011/03/what-is-it-that-really-gets-your-goat.html' title='What is it that really gets your goat'/><author><name>bearhugs62</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16428892136732951933</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-3028560945142644751.post-4008475110245982623</id><published>2011-03-04T10:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T10:31:32.871-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Start praying really hard</title><content type='html'>I have heard my children say that they have it a lot harder,&lt;br /&gt;than we did.&lt;br /&gt;and we just don’t understand how difficult it is to try to make it.&lt;br /&gt;Don’t get me started. &lt;br /&gt;That is just too big of an argument for me to get in to.&lt;br /&gt;I just can’t help but wonder what has happened to kids today. &lt;br /&gt;I have always been told that our kids are the leaders of tomorrow.. &lt;br /&gt;If that’s true everyone better start praying really hard, &lt;br /&gt;because we are doomed.&lt;br /&gt;No wonder the world has gone to hell in a handbag. LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3028560945142644751-4008475110245982623?l=bearhugs62.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bearhugs62.blogspot.com/feeds/4008475110245982623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bearhugs62.blogspot.com/2011/03/start-praying-really-hard.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3028560945142644751/posts/default/4008475110245982623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3028560945142644751/posts/default/4008475110245982623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bearhugs62.blogspot.com/2011/03/start-praying-really-hard.html' title='Start praying really hard'/><author><name>bearhugs62</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16428892136732951933</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-3028560945142644751.post-6250751925471417273</id><published>2009-09-29T13:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T13:02:17.432-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grandma’s Sunshine,</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;  Grandma’s Sunshine,&lt;br /&gt;He is so amazing to me. Our love is beyond belief. Don’t get me wrong I love my children but there is no love to equal the love a grandmother has for her grandchildren. It just seems like everything he sees amazes him and it is so sweet.  Even the smallest of things excite him. Like when these photos were taken he was spinning around and he comes to me and asks why he feels silly when he does that. It is so wonderful to see him try to look at a butterfly when it land on his nose. His little nose crinkles up and he tries to cross his eyes. I know to some people this is boring but you would just have to be there&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&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/3028560945142644751-6250751925471417273?l=bearhugs62.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bearhugs62.blogspot.com/feeds/6250751925471417273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bearhugs62.blogspot.com/2009/09/grandmas-sunshine.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3028560945142644751/posts/default/6250751925471417273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3028560945142644751/posts/default/6250751925471417273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bearhugs62.blogspot.com/2009/09/grandmas-sunshine.html' title='Grandma’s Sunshine,'/><author><name>bearhugs62</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16428892136732951933</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-3028560945142644751.post-7946600744217970041</id><published>2009-09-22T20:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T20:29:23.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So Sorry Everyone</title><content type='html'>I have to say I am so sorry for not getting back on my blog sooner.&lt;br /&gt;I know you all think I have disappeared off the face of the earth.&lt;br /&gt;No I am still around. I just thought it was best I stayed away from my Blog for a while.&lt;br /&gt;Because I did not want to sound like I was after every ones pity.&lt;br /&gt;And I did not want to show my true depression to everyone. I have had several surgery's, But I am still in pain. So a lot of my time is spent with an ice pack on my foot with it elevated. The surgeon I have said he has never had to deal with reconstruction surgery of this extent especially damage caused by another Doctor.&lt;br /&gt;I can only pray that some day someone is able to Sue her for hurting them.&lt;br /&gt;I have met others that have been damaged by her or her husband due to surgery.&lt;br /&gt;My foot has almost been completely rebuilt now but the nerve damage can not be repaired and the pain will never be gone. &lt;strong&gt;I pray that someday someone will stop doctors like her and her husband.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3028560945142644751-7946600744217970041?l=bearhugs62.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bearhugs62.blogspot.com/feeds/7946600744217970041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bearhugs62.blogspot.com/2009/09/so-sorry-everyone.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3028560945142644751/posts/default/7946600744217970041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3028560945142644751/posts/default/7946600744217970041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bearhugs62.blogspot.com/2009/09/so-sorry-everyone.html' title='So Sorry Everyone'/><author><name>bearhugs62</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16428892136732951933</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-3028560945142644751.post-4438160430193196560</id><published>2009-01-20T18:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T18:43:33.280-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What doesn’t kill us, Only makes us stronger!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have had a very busy week.&lt;br /&gt;This week I have been traveling back and forth to Brunswick, GA.&lt;br /&gt;No it was not for fun it was for Doctors appointments and test.&lt;br /&gt; I have been seeing an orthopedic sports surgeon. &lt;br /&gt;He has decided that I have disorders of the bones, joints, ligaments, nerve, and muscles due to surgery that was done on my foot.&lt;br /&gt;In the back of my mind I was saying “duh” now tell me something I don’t know.&lt;br /&gt;He said he could not say for sure what she done when she operated on my foot.&lt;br /&gt;He also said the MRI &amp; CAT SCAN shows she trapped some nerves in-between the bones in my foot.&lt;br /&gt;Because of this he cannot get rid of the pain, but he would try to operate and relieve some of the pain.&lt;br /&gt;He said there would be no guarantees.&lt;br /&gt;I am at the point that I don’t want to go through surgery again.&lt;br /&gt;I am tired of seeing doctors and being poked and probed.&lt;br /&gt;I give up, I want to just move on with my life and deal with it on my own.&lt;br /&gt;I pray that God will make me strong enough to deal with it or take me out of it all.&lt;br /&gt;He’s the only doctor I trust anymore.&lt;br /&gt;What doesn’t kill us, Only makes us stronger!!!&lt;/strong&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/3028560945142644751-4438160430193196560?l=bearhugs62.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bearhugs62.blogspot.com/feeds/4438160430193196560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bearhugs62.blogspot.com/2009/01/what-doesnt-kill-us-only-makes-us.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3028560945142644751/posts/default/4438160430193196560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3028560945142644751/posts/default/4438160430193196560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bearhugs62.blogspot.com/2009/01/what-doesnt-kill-us-only-makes-us.html' title='What doesn’t kill us, Only makes us stronger!!!'/><author><name>bearhugs62</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16428892136732951933</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-3028560945142644751.post-5273748301084239717</id><published>2009-01-16T13:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T13:43:44.620-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This past weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lphZXBpwlJg/SXD_YeULhMI/AAAAAAAAAZI/RdLW6A5X8n0/s1600-h/01-11-09riverstreet+020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lphZXBpwlJg/SXD_YeULhMI/AAAAAAAAAZI/RdLW6A5X8n0/s320/01-11-09riverstreet+020.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292010358079980738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lphZXBpwlJg/SXD_X9JNOdI/AAAAAAAAAZA/SM6m4Txt8vA/s1600-h/01-11-09riverstreet+014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lphZXBpwlJg/SXD_X9JNOdI/AAAAAAAAAZA/SM6m4Txt8vA/s320/01-11-09riverstreet+014.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292010349175585234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lphZXBpwlJg/SXD_Xap5WtI/AAAAAAAAAY4/e56IPtMiz8Y/s1600-h/01-11-09riverstreet+008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lphZXBpwlJg/SXD_Xap5WtI/AAAAAAAAAY4/e56IPtMiz8Y/s320/01-11-09riverstreet+008.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292010339917454034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lphZXBpwlJg/SXD_XNxXJwI/AAAAAAAAAYw/OGFYVCypREw/s1600-h/01-11-09riverstreet+005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lphZXBpwlJg/SXD_XNxXJwI/AAAAAAAAAYw/OGFYVCypREw/s320/01-11-09riverstreet+005.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292010336459106050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lphZXBpwlJg/SXD_W3waScI/AAAAAAAAAYo/9DrTUeHim8M/s1600-h/01-11-09riverstreet+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lphZXBpwlJg/SXD_W3waScI/AAAAAAAAAYo/9DrTUeHim8M/s320/01-11-09riverstreet+002.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292010330549537218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ok, Ladies you want believe what happened this past weekend.  I still can’t believe it myself. We went to A Strong Bonds Retreat for those of you who don’t know what that is. It’s a retreat for married couples to attend and they have seminars and presentations to help couples learn how to communicate with each other.  And help you learn to listen properly.  I agreed to go because I figured it would give me a weekend away. After all it was a free weekend at the Savannah Marriott Riverfront. But believe it or not I think Robert actually listened to the seminars and he learned from it. I was so shocked. (LOL)  &lt;br /&gt;At the end of the weekend they gave the opportunity to the couples that wanted to renew their vows.   I did not expect it but he ask me to remarry him. I was in shock. We always say we have been married longer then dirt. On February the 18th we will be married 27 years. So for him to ask me after all of these years I was in shock. To make a long story short. We renewed our vows. After the vows he took the time to tell me he loves me more as each day passes &amp; his love for me is stronger now than the day we met.       I just thought that was the sweetest thing he could say. The whole reason this amazes me was because the last time we went to the strong bonds meeting, He did not listen to anything they said. He was just there for the opportunity to stay at the Marriott in Savannah. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3028560945142644751-5273748301084239717?l=bearhugs62.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bearhugs62.blogspot.com/feeds/5273748301084239717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bearhugs62.blogspot.com/2009/01/this-past-weekend.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3028560945142644751/posts/default/5273748301084239717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3028560945142644751/posts/default/5273748301084239717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bearhugs62.blogspot.com/2009/01/this-past-weekend.html' title='This past weekend'/><author><name>bearhugs62</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16428892136732951933</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/_lphZXBpwlJg/SXD_YeULhMI/AAAAAAAAAZI/RdLW6A5X8n0/s72-c/01-11-09riverstreet+020.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3028560945142644751.post-6706240734052485842</id><published>2008-12-30T21:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T22:02:59.843-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lphZXBpwlJg/SVsK-8MEEoI/AAAAAAAAAYg/SiVt9W4ZALY/s1600-h/Dec2008+029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lphZXBpwlJg/SVsK-8MEEoI/AAAAAAAAAYg/SiVt9W4ZALY/s320/Dec2008+029.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285830664074302082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lphZXBpwlJg/SVsK-c8I8nI/AAAAAAAAAYY/70V6YnvTUng/s1600-h/Dec2008+041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lphZXBpwlJg/SVsK-c8I8nI/AAAAAAAAAYY/70V6YnvTUng/s320/Dec2008+041.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285830655686013554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lphZXBpwlJg/SVsK-BX49qI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/l6PRXZvlSQU/s1600-h/my4wheeler+031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lphZXBpwlJg/SVsK-BX49qI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/l6PRXZvlSQU/s320/my4wheeler+031.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285830648286213794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lphZXBpwlJg/SVsK9zmUEhI/AAAAAAAAAYI/ru4U1MpzC48/s1600-h/my4wheeler+028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lphZXBpwlJg/SVsK9zmUEhI/AAAAAAAAAYI/ru4U1MpzC48/s320/my4wheeler+028.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285830644588614162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lphZXBpwlJg/SVsK9Kx4RXI/AAAAAAAAAYA/kbeEoAcFKr0/s1600-h/Dec2008+049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lphZXBpwlJg/SVsK9Kx4RXI/AAAAAAAAAYA/kbeEoAcFKr0/s320/Dec2008+049.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285830633631270258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have a few minutes to update my blog tonight. So here it goes. First I want to say I hope everyone had a wonderful Christmas. And I hope you have very happy new years. As for us our Christmas was very   uneventful we had our grandson Christmas Eve morning and a little while on Christmas day. We still don’t know where they are living or who is babysitting him. She will not let anyone know where they live. We have to meet them at the McDonalds near the interstate. For now we can’t complain because she lets us see him. I just hope this time she does not wait 6 months to let us see him again. Like she has done before. She said she is trying to get him use to their new place. Because she said he keeps crying and saying he wants to come home to us. And she wants him to understand this is not his home. But I know in my heart that he knows this will always be his home.  Well enough about that, I thought I would post some Christmas photos for all to see.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3028560945142644751-6706240734052485842?l=bearhugs62.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bearhugs62.blogspot.com/feeds/6706240734052485842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bearhugs62.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3028560945142644751/posts/default/6706240734052485842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3028560945142644751/posts/default/6706240734052485842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bearhugs62.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas.html' title='Christmas'/><author><name>bearhugs62</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16428892136732951933</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/_lphZXBpwlJg/SVsK-8MEEoI/AAAAAAAAAYg/SiVt9W4ZALY/s72-c/Dec2008+029.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3028560945142644751.post-9009314683546869299</id><published>2008-12-21T19:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T19:56:14.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthdays</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;On the 17th I had a birthday. I turned 46 years old. I don’t understand it; most women can’t stand the thought of growing older. I on the other hand believe people become more beautiful with age. All they need is someone out there to take the time to notice. Older women become smarter and more beautiful with time. And they seem to know what love is all about. Just think about it older lady’s care more about their self. They take better care of their skin and   for the first time in their life they read more because they want to improve their memory. And they take time to enjoy the finer things in life. Like a quite spot on a cool day, a good book, a kind word and last but not least a great friend.  Have you ever really taken the time to sit and listen to what our elder have to say? I have been a care giver for elderly people since I can remember. I cannot remember any of them not having something interesting to say. I love to hear about their childhood and what all they have seen come to past. I can remember a time when I could not wait to get out of school so I could rush over to Mr. Wilson’s house so I could hear his stories about his life. He always had pictures or something new to show when I got there. I can remember he was in his 90’s and I was about 12 but we were the best of friends. When we moved from Florida it was like we were both leaving our best friends. He taught me so much back then, the biggest thing was friendship &amp; respect.  Age has no boundaries&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&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/3028560945142644751-9009314683546869299?l=bearhugs62.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bearhugs62.blogspot.com/feeds/9009314683546869299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bearhugs62.blogspot.com/2008/12/birthdays.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3028560945142644751/posts/default/9009314683546869299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3028560945142644751/posts/default/9009314683546869299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bearhugs62.blogspot.com/2008/12/birthdays.html' title='Birthdays'/><author><name>bearhugs62</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16428892136732951933</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-3028560945142644751.post-114422343403839898</id><published>2008-11-28T12:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T12:34:46.347-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love the holidays!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lphZXBpwlJg/STBQj4TIxKI/AAAAAAAAAW4/3CKYzrVgy0g/s1600-h/Thanksgiving+day+041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 302px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lphZXBpwlJg/STBQj4TIxKI/AAAAAAAAAW4/3CKYzrVgy0g/s400/Thanksgiving+day+041.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273803740989146274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lphZXBpwlJg/STBQjXqbGbI/AAAAAAAAAWw/ULx5iH3_wP0/s1600-h/Thanksgiving+day+038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 302px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lphZXBpwlJg/STBQjXqbGbI/AAAAAAAAAWw/ULx5iH3_wP0/s400/Thanksgiving+day+038.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273803732228446642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lphZXBpwlJg/STBQi8OrfpI/AAAAAAAAAWo/WjoB7EnXhno/s1600-h/Thanksgiving+day+019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lphZXBpwlJg/STBQi8OrfpI/AAAAAAAAAWo/WjoB7EnXhno/s400/Thanksgiving+day+019.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273803724864323218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lphZXBpwlJg/STBQicP8_SI/AAAAAAAAAWg/JtfTID262k8/s1600-h/Thanksgiving+day+025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lphZXBpwlJg/STBQicP8_SI/AAAAAAAAAWg/JtfTID262k8/s400/Thanksgiving+day+025.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273803716279729442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lphZXBpwlJg/STBQiKPU-SI/AAAAAAAAAWY/nh6-Z2VXtl4/s1600-h/Thanksgiving+day+041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 302px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lphZXBpwlJg/STBQiKPU-SI/AAAAAAAAAWY/nh6-Z2VXtl4/s400/Thanksgiving+day+041.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273803711445268770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Love the holidays!&lt;br /&gt;Yes I love having the family together. No matter what is wrong in the world when the family can come together everything seems good.  I can’t help but remember my childhood when we all gather at grandpas   for the holidays. Grandpa  &amp; Grandma had a lot of children. At least 17 of them showed up for every special holiday. And each of them had 3 to 6 children of their own.  We would all show up 3 days before the holidays so everyone could help cook. No matter how young you were you all had something to do. It was always crowded but no one noticed because we were together. I remember grandpa always made it a point to make every child feel like they were his pick of the litter. Those were the greatest memories of our child hood. No one cared about what we would get for Christmas. Which was usually something homemade sometimes made by grandpa himself? Wooden cars, or wooden spoons, forks and plates. I still have a cedar spoon from when I was 7 years old. What happened to tradition? Why do people change?  We have tried to raise our children to believe the holidays were just like we remembered them to be.  But somewhere out there in life they seem to have lost the meaning of Christmas. Well enough about that here is our Thanksgiving photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry about the date on the photos. My husband can't work the camora.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3028560945142644751-114422343403839898?l=bearhugs62.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bearhugs62.blogspot.com/feeds/114422343403839898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bearhugs62.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-love-holidays.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3028560945142644751/posts/default/114422343403839898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3028560945142644751/posts/default/114422343403839898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bearhugs62.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-love-holidays.html' title='I love the holidays!'/><author><name>bearhugs62</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16428892136732951933</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/_lphZXBpwlJg/STBQj4TIxKI/AAAAAAAAAW4/3CKYzrVgy0g/s72-c/Thanksgiving+day+041.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3028560945142644751.post-960984890879425370</id><published>2008-11-04T18:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T18:47:04.669-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another year!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lphZXBpwlJg/SREIyshN7EI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/bxknvgPRIMw/s1600-h/Momma.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lphZXBpwlJg/SREIyshN7EI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/bxknvgPRIMw/s400/Momma.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264999106409786434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Another year!&lt;br /&gt;OK I am a little late in posting this. I had this typed and ready to post but due to unforeseen circumstances I did not get to post it.&lt;br /&gt;My mom’s birthday was on the 2nd of November.&lt;br /&gt;Another year has passed. Today my mother had a birthday. She turned 68. I am so grateful for every day the lord gives me with her. She is my best friend. I know some of you might think that’s strange because most mothers and daughters are not as close as we are. She has always been my strength. She has supported me in every step of my life. And I love her for that. If either of us needs to talk we know we can pick up the phone and call.  God really knew what he was doing when he chose her to be my Mother. She is the most beautiful lady I know. She is not only beautiful outside, she has a beautiful soul. Everyone who meets her talks about what a sweet person she is.  I can only pray that all of you can enjoy the tender moments of a wonderful mother like mine. If you can have half the love we share you are blessed. I only hope that one day my daughter will become my friend before my life is over. So on that note here is a photo of my Momma.&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/3028560945142644751-960984890879425370?l=bearhugs62.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bearhugs62.blogspot.com/feeds/960984890879425370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bearhugs62.blogspot.com/2008/11/another-year.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3028560945142644751/posts/default/960984890879425370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3028560945142644751/posts/default/960984890879425370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bearhugs62.blogspot.com/2008/11/another-year.html' title='Another year!'/><author><name>bearhugs62</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16428892136732951933</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/_lphZXBpwlJg/SREIyshN7EI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/bxknvgPRIMw/s72-c/Momma.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3028560945142644751.post-5028530310213625912</id><published>2008-11-04T15:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T18:03:59.547-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Look at me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lphZXBpwlJg/SRD-q4d5a1I/AAAAAAAAAWI/-Lw_gtlYxBQ/s1600-h/Don%27t+Make+Me+Hurt+You!!!.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 310px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lphZXBpwlJg/SRD-q4d5a1I/AAAAAAAAAWI/-Lw_gtlYxBQ/s400/Don%27t+Make+Me+Hurt+You!!!.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264987977061854034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lphZXBpwlJg/SRD-qqHXmpI/AAAAAAAAAWA/2ts8naEu22U/s1600-h/101_2229.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lphZXBpwlJg/SRD-qqHXmpI/AAAAAAAAAWA/2ts8naEu22U/s400/101_2229.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264987973209266834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lphZXBpwlJg/SRD-qS9VO1I/AAAAAAAAAV4/on3t79UvS6s/s1600-h/101_2228.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lphZXBpwlJg/SRD-qS9VO1I/AAAAAAAAAV4/on3t79UvS6s/s400/101_2228.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264987966993152850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at me. I think I am such a cool dude.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3028560945142644751-5028530310213625912?l=bearhugs62.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bearhugs62.blogspot.com/feeds/5028530310213625912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bearhugs62.blogspot.com/2008/11/look-at-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3028560945142644751/posts/default/5028530310213625912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3028560945142644751/posts/default/5028530310213625912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bearhugs62.blogspot.com/2008/11/look-at-me.html' title='Look at me...'/><author><name>bearhugs62</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16428892136732951933</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/_lphZXBpwlJg/SRD-q4d5a1I/AAAAAAAAAWI/-Lw_gtlYxBQ/s72-c/Don%27t+Make+Me+Hurt+You!!!.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3028560945142644751.post-4086138699563320213</id><published>2008-11-04T14:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T14:23:02.412-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween photos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lphZXBpwlJg/SRDLHNTdBeI/AAAAAAAAAVw/zpGNbfPbRFg/s1600-h/Holloween+013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lphZXBpwlJg/SRDLHNTdBeI/AAAAAAAAAVw/zpGNbfPbRFg/s400/Holloween+013.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264931289086887394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lphZXBpwlJg/SRDLGqnrUQI/AAAAAAAAAVo/ZeUZvES4bxg/s1600-h/Holloween+018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lphZXBpwlJg/SRDLGqnrUQI/AAAAAAAAAVo/ZeUZvES4bxg/s400/Holloween+018.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264931279776469250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lphZXBpwlJg/SRDLF17no8I/AAAAAAAAAVg/89dL1IM3T5c/s1600-h/Holloween+005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lphZXBpwlJg/SRDLF17no8I/AAAAAAAAAVg/89dL1IM3T5c/s400/Holloween+005.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264931265633035202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lphZXBpwlJg/SRDLFEjsatI/AAAAAAAAAVY/l8EkW01H7dI/s1600-h/Holloween+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lphZXBpwlJg/SRDLFEjsatI/AAAAAAAAAVY/l8EkW01H7dI/s400/Holloween+004.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264931252379347666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lphZXBpwlJg/SRDLEzWWY3I/AAAAAAAAAVQ/VXd7UL9aEJ4/s1600-h/Holloween+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lphZXBpwlJg/SRDLEzWWY3I/AAAAAAAAAVQ/VXd7UL9aEJ4/s400/Holloween+001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264931247759975282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was one excited boy. At least at first he was so happy. But after an hour he became a very tired Boy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3028560945142644751-4086138699563320213?l=bearhugs62.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bearhugs62.blogspot.com/feeds/4086138699563320213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bearhugs62.blogspot.com/2008/11/halloween-photos_04.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3028560945142644751/posts/default/4086138699563320213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3028560945142644751/posts/default/4086138699563320213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bearhugs62.blogspot.com/2008/11/halloween-photos_04.html' title='Halloween photos'/><author><name>bearhugs62</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16428892136732951933</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/_lphZXBpwlJg/SRDLHNTdBeI/AAAAAAAAAVw/zpGNbfPbRFg/s72-c/Holloween+013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3028560945142644751.post-3396398036848554761</id><published>2008-11-04T14:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T14:15:33.490-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween photos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lphZXBpwlJg/SRDJahbCjVI/AAAAAAAAAVI/VrRn9rJ8hMo/s1600-h/000_0042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lphZXBpwlJg/SRDJahbCjVI/AAAAAAAAAVI/VrRn9rJ8hMo/s400/000_0042.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264929421881675090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lphZXBpwlJg/SRDJaJJPoYI/AAAAAAAAAVA/KbYRMDgLZ7E/s1600-h/000_0038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lphZXBpwlJg/SRDJaJJPoYI/AAAAAAAAAVA/KbYRMDgLZ7E/s400/000_0038.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264929415364583810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lphZXBpwlJg/SRDJZ20q2bI/AAAAAAAAAU4/6DOxVQHPLA8/s1600-h/000_0036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lphZXBpwlJg/SRDJZ20q2bI/AAAAAAAAAU4/6DOxVQHPLA8/s400/000_0036.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264929410446449074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lphZXBpwlJg/SRDJZedkm8I/AAAAAAAAAUw/pmgLXtNoq70/s1600-h/000_0033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lphZXBpwlJg/SRDJZedkm8I/AAAAAAAAAUw/pmgLXtNoq70/s400/000_0033.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264929403907120066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lphZXBpwlJg/SRDJYXddtmI/AAAAAAAAAUo/QfjkJuW60Ps/s1600-h/000_0031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lphZXBpwlJg/SRDJYXddtmI/AAAAAAAAAUo/QfjkJuW60Ps/s400/000_0031.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264929384847750754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few of my favorite photos from halloween.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3028560945142644751-3396398036848554761?l=bearhugs62.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bearhugs62.blogspot.com/feeds/3396398036848554761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bearhugs62.blogspot.com/2008/11/halloween-photos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3028560945142644751/posts/default/3396398036848554761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3028560945142644751/posts/default/3396398036848554761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bearhugs62.blogspot.com/2008/11/halloween-photos.html' title='Halloween photos'/><author><name>bearhugs62</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16428892136732951933</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/_lphZXBpwlJg/SRDJahbCjVI/AAAAAAAAAVI/VrRn9rJ8hMo/s72-c/000_0042.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3028560945142644751.post-5328978814151027537</id><published>2008-10-26T20:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T20:23:37.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Play time...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lphZXBpwlJg/SQUzxqDfNRI/AAAAAAAAAUg/y3SCR57CgcQ/s1600-h/Home+at+last+021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lphZXBpwlJg/SQUzxqDfNRI/AAAAAAAAAUg/y3SCR57CgcQ/s400/Home+at+last+021.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261668667847816466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lphZXBpwlJg/SQUzwy0V4EI/AAAAAAAAAUY/07g1TnzDl0o/s1600-h/Home+at+last+020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lphZXBpwlJg/SQUzwy0V4EI/AAAAAAAAAUY/07g1TnzDl0o/s400/Home+at+last+020.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261668653020340290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lphZXBpwlJg/SQUzwYQD-EI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/7EonkydoEMM/s1600-h/Home+at+last+019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 376px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lphZXBpwlJg/SQUzwYQD-EI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/7EonkydoEMM/s400/Home+at+last+019.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261668645888849986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today I get to play ! Me and my buddy, (Uncle Robert)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3028560945142644751-5328978814151027537?l=bearhugs62.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bearhugs62.blogspot.com/feeds/5328978814151027537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bearhugs62.blogspot.com/2008/10/play-time.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3028560945142644751/posts/default/5328978814151027537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3028560945142644751/posts/default/5328978814151027537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bearhugs62.blogspot.com/2008/10/play-time.html' title='Play time...'/><author><name>bearhugs62</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16428892136732951933</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/_lphZXBpwlJg/SQUzxqDfNRI/AAAAAAAAAUg/y3SCR57CgcQ/s72-c/Home+at+last+021.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3028560945142644751.post-2408678008425675706</id><published>2008-10-26T20:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T20:17:30.988-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Photo's of me,mommy,&amp; my uncle Jr.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lphZXBpwlJg/SQUylHsuXzI/AAAAAAAAAUI/U8vSrKbUaUo/s1600-h/Home+at+last+017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lphZXBpwlJg/SQUylHsuXzI/AAAAAAAAAUI/U8vSrKbUaUo/s400/Home+at+last+017.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261667352955477810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lphZXBpwlJg/SQUykwt9nZI/AAAAAAAAAUA/8vtJJ9My6Zw/s1600-h/Home+at+last+015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lphZXBpwlJg/SQUykwt9nZI/AAAAAAAAAUA/8vtJJ9My6Zw/s400/Home+at+last+015.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261667346786655634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lphZXBpwlJg/SQUykA49nmI/AAAAAAAAAT4/dSrw2iBnxdY/s1600-h/Home+at+last+016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 393px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lphZXBpwlJg/SQUykA49nmI/AAAAAAAAAT4/dSrw2iBnxdY/s400/Home+at+last+016.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261667333947891298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lphZXBpwlJg/SQUyj1bi8gI/AAAAAAAAATw/QPJRmvra-Rg/s1600-h/Home+at+last+015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lphZXBpwlJg/SQUyj1bi8gI/AAAAAAAAATw/QPJRmvra-Rg/s400/Home+at+last+015.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261667330871718402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lphZXBpwlJg/SQUyjSMUh9I/AAAAAAAAATo/tq8TN6dtb0g/s1600-h/Home+at+last+013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 272px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lphZXBpwlJg/SQUyjSMUh9I/AAAAAAAAATo/tq8TN6dtb0g/s400/Home+at+last+013.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261667321412618194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few pictures of Ryallen(My 21 month old Grandson) Jessann (My daughter,his mother) &amp; Last but not least Robert Jr.(My Son, Ryallen's Uncle)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3028560945142644751-2408678008425675706?l=bearhugs62.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bearhugs62.blogspot.com/feeds/2408678008425675706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bearhugs62.blogspot.com/2008/10/photos-of-memommy-my-uncle-jr.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3028560945142644751/posts/default/2408678008425675706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3028560945142644751/posts/default/2408678008425675706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bearhugs62.blogspot.com/2008/10/photos-of-memommy-my-uncle-jr.html' title='Photo&apos;s of me,mommy,&amp; my uncle Jr.'/><author><name>bearhugs62</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16428892136732951933</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/_lphZXBpwlJg/SQUylHsuXzI/AAAAAAAAAUI/U8vSrKbUaUo/s72-c/Home+at+last+017.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3028560945142644751.post-2270371214401489003</id><published>2008-10-26T19:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T20:04:12.849-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time for a nap.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lphZXBpwlJg/SQUvhL_AipI/AAAAAAAAATg/gVdKjF2sL30/s1600-h/nap.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lphZXBpwlJg/SQUvhL_AipI/AAAAAAAAATg/gVdKjF2sL30/s400/nap.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261663986851547794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lphZXBpwlJg/SQUsz4WGY4I/AAAAAAAAATY/wNajZq4L0eM/s1600-h/Home+at+last+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 280px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lphZXBpwlJg/SQUsz4WGY4I/AAAAAAAAATY/wNajZq4L0eM/s400/Home+at+last+002.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261661009462322050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lphZXBpwlJg/SQUsz--axUI/AAAAAAAAATQ/PT1wiaBMoCQ/s1600-h/Home+at+last+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 246px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lphZXBpwlJg/SQUsz--axUI/AAAAAAAAATQ/PT1wiaBMoCQ/s400/Home+at+last+001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261661011242042690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought my grandson a new bed. He spotted it when he came through the door and ran straight to it. And in a few seconds he was out like a lite.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3028560945142644751-2270371214401489003?l=bearhugs62.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bearhugs62.blogspot.com/feeds/2270371214401489003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bearhugs62.blogspot.com/2008/10/time-for-nap.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3028560945142644751/posts/default/2270371214401489003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3028560945142644751/posts/default/2270371214401489003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bearhugs62.blogspot.com/2008/10/time-for-nap.html' title='Time for a nap.'/><author><name>bearhugs62</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16428892136732951933</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/_lphZXBpwlJg/SQUvhL_AipI/AAAAAAAAATg/gVdKjF2sL30/s72-c/nap.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3028560945142644751.post-6490829203929028958</id><published>2008-10-19T19:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T19:35:53.427-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall is here</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lphZXBpwlJg/SPvuehIFkFI/AAAAAAAAATI/_HkbA4hRzNs/s1600-h/Oct+18th+2008(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lphZXBpwlJg/SPvuehIFkFI/AAAAAAAAATI/_HkbA4hRzNs/s400/Oct+18th+2008(2).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259059197940961362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playing in the leaves.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3028560945142644751-6490829203929028958?l=bearhugs62.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bearhugs62.blogspot.com/feeds/6490829203929028958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bearhugs62.blogspot.com/2008/10/fall-is-here_19.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3028560945142644751/posts/default/6490829203929028958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3028560945142644751/posts/default/6490829203929028958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bearhugs62.blogspot.com/2008/10/fall-is-here_19.html' title='Fall is here'/><author><name>bearhugs62</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16428892136732951933</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/_lphZXBpwlJg/SPvuehIFkFI/AAAAAAAAATI/_HkbA4hRzNs/s72-c/Oct+18th+2008(2).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3028560945142644751.post-8022394556808423223</id><published>2008-10-19T19:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T19:32:17.324-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall is here</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lphZXBpwlJg/SPvtqd1DAII/AAAAAAAAATA/tmtJJ9NCAOw/s1600-h/Leafs+tickle.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lphZXBpwlJg/SPvtqd1DAII/AAAAAAAAATA/tmtJJ9NCAOw/s400/Leafs+tickle.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259058303702597762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My grandson loves playing in the leaves.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3028560945142644751-8022394556808423223?l=bearhugs62.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bearhugs62.blogspot.com/feeds/8022394556808423223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bearhugs62.blogspot.com/2008/10/fall-is-here.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3028560945142644751/posts/default/8022394556808423223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3028560945142644751/posts/default/8022394556808423223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bearhugs62.blogspot.com/2008/10/fall-is-here.html' title='Fall is here'/><author><name>bearhugs62</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16428892136732951933</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/_lphZXBpwlJg/SPvtqd1DAII/AAAAAAAAATA/tmtJJ9NCAOw/s72-c/Leafs+tickle.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3028560945142644751.post-4359427597039387805</id><published>2008-10-19T19:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T19:26:22.715-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lphZXBpwlJg/SPvsOKoAlKI/AAAAAAAAAS4/Q7AhYcXLxKU/s1600-h/100_2136.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lphZXBpwlJg/SPvsOKoAlKI/AAAAAAAAAS4/Q7AhYcXLxKU/s400/100_2136.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259056717999674530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3028560945142644751-4359427597039387805?l=bearhugs62.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bearhugs62.blogspot.com/feeds/4359427597039387805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bearhugs62.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3028560945142644751/posts/default/4359427597039387805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3028560945142644751/posts/default/4359427597039387805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bearhugs62.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>bearhugs62</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16428892136732951933</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/_lphZXBpwlJg/SPvsOKoAlKI/AAAAAAAAAS4/Q7AhYcXLxKU/s72-c/100_2136.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3028560945142644751.post-122275556767545750</id><published>2008-10-19T19:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T19:22:48.611-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shopping For a Pumpkin.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lphZXBpwlJg/SPvrHz5d_HI/AAAAAAAAASw/ZoqrXAVNMP8/s1600-h/100_2137.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lphZXBpwlJg/SPvrHz5d_HI/AAAAAAAAASw/ZoqrXAVNMP8/s400/100_2137.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259055509308046450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3028560945142644751-122275556767545750?l=bearhugs62.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bearhugs62.blogspot.com/feeds/122275556767545750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bearhugs62.blogspot.com/2008/10/shopping-for-pumpkin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3028560945142644751/posts/default/122275556767545750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3028560945142644751/posts/default/122275556767545750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bearhugs62.blogspot.com/2008/10/shopping-for-pumpkin.html' title='Shopping For a Pumpkin.'/><author><name>bearhugs62</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16428892136732951933</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/_lphZXBpwlJg/SPvrHz5d_HI/AAAAAAAAASw/ZoqrXAVNMP8/s72-c/100_2137.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3028560945142644751.post-542819208291540088</id><published>2008-09-27T16:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T16:47:26.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What I have been doing.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lphZXBpwlJg/SN7F5W9eriI/AAAAAAAAAOU/WLTuttztLdM/s1600-h/100_2088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lphZXBpwlJg/SN7F5W9eriI/AAAAAAAAAOU/WLTuttztLdM/s400/100_2088.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250851804767235618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lphZXBpwlJg/SN7F6LNtaFI/AAAAAAAAAOc/NWKaUef8BV8/s1600-h/100_2089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lphZXBpwlJg/SN7F6LNtaFI/AAAAAAAAAOc/NWKaUef8BV8/s400/100_2089.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250851818793953362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I thought I would let everyone know what I have been up to while I was out of the loop. I have been quilting. These quilts will be Christmas gifts. First I made a quilt for my sister-in-law. It is a cute cat quilt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3028560945142644751-542819208291540088?l=bearhugs62.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bearhugs62.blogspot.com/feeds/542819208291540088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bearhugs62.blogspot.com/2008/09/what-i-have-been-doing.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3028560945142644751/posts/default/542819208291540088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3028560945142644751/posts/default/542819208291540088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bearhugs62.blogspot.com/2008/09/what-i-have-been-doing.html' title='What I have been doing.'/><author><name>bearhugs62</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16428892136732951933</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/_lphZXBpwlJg/SN7F5W9eriI/AAAAAAAAAOU/WLTuttztLdM/s72-c/100_2088.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3028560945142644751.post-6759919852743064287</id><published>2008-09-27T16:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T16:42:38.854-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My second quilt,</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lphZXBpwlJg/SN7EbcIVK6I/AAAAAAAAAOM/m3OosrrRMrA/s1600-h/100_2082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lphZXBpwlJg/SN7EbcIVK6I/AAAAAAAAAOM/m3OosrrRMrA/s400/100_2082.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250850191247223714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lphZXBpwlJg/SN7EB9nPJ0I/AAAAAAAAAN8/nsiT-32T5Ys/s1600-h/100_2084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lphZXBpwlJg/SN7EB9nPJ0I/AAAAAAAAAN8/nsiT-32T5Ys/s400/100_2084.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250849753558624066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lphZXBpwlJg/SN7ECL28e_I/AAAAAAAAAOE/2H2vAQp0-zE/s1600-h/100_2085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lphZXBpwlJg/SN7ECL28e_I/AAAAAAAAAOE/2H2vAQp0-zE/s400/100_2085.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250849757382605810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My second quilt is a double Irish chain in the colors of blue.                       I hope he likes it.   &lt;br /&gt;I thought I would do something a little different with this quilt.                  I used a blue and white checked pattern for backing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3028560945142644751-6759919852743064287?l=bearhugs62.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bearhugs62.blogspot.com/feeds/6759919852743064287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bearhugs62.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-second-quilt.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3028560945142644751/posts/default/6759919852743064287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3028560945142644751/posts/default/6759919852743064287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bearhugs62.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-second-quilt.html' title='My second quilt,'/><author><name>bearhugs62</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16428892136732951933</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/_lphZXBpwlJg/SN7EbcIVK6I/AAAAAAAAAOM/m3OosrrRMrA/s72-c/100_2082.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3028560945142644751.post-8754327230494986982</id><published>2008-09-27T16:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T16:32:31.034-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bag of scraps</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lphZXBpwlJg/SN7CAYq_VWI/AAAAAAAAAN0/Is2nEL1BJ3o/s1600-h/100_2090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lphZXBpwlJg/SN7CAYq_VWI/AAAAAAAAAN0/Is2nEL1BJ3o/s400/100_2090.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250847527439127906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finely I went through a bag of fabric scraps that was passes down from an aunt that was a quilter. I have had this bag of fabric scraps for many years. My husband always asks me why I kept them. Because to him they were trash. Now that I have pulled them out and used them he is glad I am a pack rat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3028560945142644751-8754327230494986982?l=bearhugs62.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bearhugs62.blogspot.com/feeds/8754327230494986982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bearhugs62.blogspot.com/2008/09/bag-of-scraps.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3028560945142644751/posts/default/8754327230494986982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3028560945142644751/posts/default/8754327230494986982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bearhugs62.blogspot.com/2008/09/bag-of-scraps.html' title='Bag of scraps'/><author><name>bearhugs62</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16428892136732951933</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/_lphZXBpwlJg/SN7CAYq_VWI/AAAAAAAAAN0/Is2nEL1BJ3o/s72-c/100_2090.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3028560945142644751.post-1279964667526854375</id><published>2008-09-27T16:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T16:25:45.434-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Most of the times I hand quilt all of my quilts. But the blue Irish chain has been machine quilted by a good friend of mine. I know you have read my blog about Bruna. She is such a wonderful person. She has a machine quilting business. She does a beautiful job. And she only charged me $100.00. I truly think it was worth every penny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3028560945142644751-1279964667526854375?l=bearhugs62.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bearhugs62.blogspot.com/feeds/1279964667526854375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bearhugs62.blogspot.com/2008/09/most-of-times-i-hand-quilt-all-of-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3028560945142644751/posts/default/1279964667526854375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3028560945142644751/posts/default/1279964667526854375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bearhugs62.blogspot.com/2008/09/most-of-times-i-hand-quilt-all-of-my.html' title=''/><author><name>bearhugs62</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16428892136732951933</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-3028560945142644751.post-231352243862248675</id><published>2008-09-17T20:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T21:01:42.237-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome To My World...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Well, I know it’s been a while since I have blogged. It’s just that I have been so busy the last couple of months. I have been trying to get my medical records from the Doctor that operated on my foot. She has refused to release my medical records. I had to find an attorney to help me get them. He has been trying to get her to release them to me so I can get a new doctor to help me. But even after months of trying everything we could think of she still would not give them up. He had to sapena her for them and finely she had to give them to us. But there was one problem, she has changed the records to say that the reason I am having so many problems after surgery was because I did not follow post op orders. According to her I walked on my foot rite after surgery. I was so upset to find out that anyone would lie like that. I had total reconstruction of my right foot. I was not able to get out of the wheel chair at least 4 months after surgery. A blood clot formed in my leg after surgery and she had to remove the cast 5days after surgery. And a deep tissue infection developed in the surgical area on the foot which caused   the foot to turn black and bust open. You could see all the way to the bone in my foot. Why would she lie like that? The doctors in Maryland said she put the bolt in my foot wrong and I could lose my foot but I have been determined that with the grace of god I would get through this. All I have ever wanted was to find a doctor to help me. But without the original medical records I can’t get a surgeon to help me. And the pain is becoming more then I can bare. I have always been a strong person, but this thing seems to be more then I can bare. At this point my faith is all that helps me get up each day. It has been 2 years since the surgery and I have to live with a brace on my foot and I can’t get around without a cane or a wheel chair anytime I go anyplace.  I only hope none of you ever have to deal with a doctor like the one I have had to deal with.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3028560945142644751-231352243862248675?l=bearhugs62.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bearhugs62.blogspot.com/feeds/231352243862248675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bearhugs62.blogspot.com/2008/09/welcome-to-my-world.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3028560945142644751/posts/default/231352243862248675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3028560945142644751/posts/default/231352243862248675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bearhugs62.blogspot.com/2008/09/welcome-to-my-world.html' title='Welcome To My World...'/><author><name>bearhugs62</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16428892136732951933</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-3028560945142644751.post-8872797559131083509</id><published>2008-08-25T21:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T21:53:56.627-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What A Better place the world would be.</title><content type='html'>What A Better place the world would be. &lt;br /&gt;What is it about friendship that can change how you feel? It seems when you are feeling your lowest something amazing happens. An old friend calls or pops up just to say hi. And all of your problems seem to disappear at least for the time you are talking. &lt;br /&gt;And isn’t it funny how there are some people you meet that you can tell they are just sincerely sweet people through and through.  I know it’s been a while since I have spoken of this person. Her name is Bruna she is a lady I met about 6 months ago. She is fellow Quilter&amp; crafter.  She also has long arm quilting business. She does such beautiful quilting work.&lt;br /&gt;But that’s not the only reason I like her. She is such a genuinely sweet person.  She is one of those people that when you meet her you feel like you have been friends forever. There are very few people out there that are that sincere.&lt;br /&gt;She called me tonight and we talked for the longest time. And it was like I was speaking to an old friend.                     If only we could meet more people like her. What a better place the world would be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3028560945142644751-8872797559131083509?l=bearhugs62.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bearhugs62.blogspot.com/feeds/8872797559131083509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bearhugs62.blogspot.com/2008/08/what-better-place-world-would-be.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3028560945142644751/posts/default/8872797559131083509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3028560945142644751/posts/default/8872797559131083509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bearhugs62.blogspot.com/2008/08/what-better-place-world-would-be.html' title='What A Better place the world would be.'/><author><name>bearhugs62</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16428892136732951933</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-3028560945142644751.post-7012265333431549809</id><published>2008-08-25T21:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T21:49:55.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello Again.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Hello out there. I know it’s been a while since I have been on my blog.&lt;br /&gt;Not a lot has changed in my life. I hope all of you have been doing well.&lt;br /&gt;The foot is not getting any better.&lt;br /&gt;But I am still hanging in there. I just keep praying that somehow somewhere out there.&lt;br /&gt;There will be a Doctor who can help me. So far I have decided to turn it over to &lt;br /&gt;The top Doctor (GOD). &lt;br /&gt;He is the only one I know that can heal this foot.&lt;br /&gt;I have not found a Doctor who can do anything. They all are saying amputation.&lt;br /&gt;I am suppose to return to Maryland by October, But I pray god will help me postpone it for as long as possible. I have been going to a pain management doctor in Savannah. He says he can’t help me.&lt;br /&gt;He wanted to give me morphine but I refused to take it. Because it’s bad enough to have the pain and the foot control my life. I will not give up living for morphine. I ask him if there was anything else he could give me for the pain but he said no. He said I should just go ahead and have the foot removed. What is it with the doctors these days? None of them have compassion anymore.&lt;br /&gt;So at this point God is my Doctor.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3028560945142644751-7012265333431549809?l=bearhugs62.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bearhugs62.blogspot.com/feeds/7012265333431549809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bearhugs62.blogspot.com/2008/08/hello-again.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3028560945142644751/posts/default/7012265333431549809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3028560945142644751/posts/default/7012265333431549809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bearhugs62.blogspot.com/2008/08/hello-again.html' title='Hello Again.'/><author><name>bearhugs62</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16428892136732951933</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-3028560945142644751.post-4970983197699703065</id><published>2008-08-17T05:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T05:36:48.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Surprise</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OK, it’s Sunday. 8: am&lt;br /&gt;I really needed to go shopping today.&lt;br /&gt;Since my hubby had to leave the house before 8:00.&lt;br /&gt; I was unable to go. No it’s not that I am lazy.&lt;br /&gt;It’s just when I get up of the morning, I can’t stand on my foot.&lt;br /&gt;The pain is unbearable for the first few hours.&lt;br /&gt;I have to have time to adjust. &lt;br /&gt;So the big thing on my mind is what he will buy at the commissary.&lt;br /&gt;We need just about everything, &lt;br /&gt;But I have learned from experience you don’t send a hungry man to shop.  &lt;br /&gt;And my man is always hungry. &lt;br /&gt;So it’s almost like sending a kid to shop.&lt;br /&gt;I will end up with a lot of junk food. And that’s something I rarely buy.&lt;br /&gt;So I can’t help but sit and wonder what surprises today will bring. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3028560945142644751-4970983197699703065?l=bearhugs62.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bearhugs62.blogspot.com/feeds/4970983197699703065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bearhugs62.blogspot.com/2008/08/surprise.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3028560945142644751/posts/default/4970983197699703065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3028560945142644751/posts/default/4970983197699703065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bearhugs62.blogspot.com/2008/08/surprise.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;Surprise&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>bearhugs62</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16428892136732951933</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-3028560945142644751.post-2490939814509030347</id><published>2008-08-16T21:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T05:15:23.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>(Attention  Readers) “Check this out “</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here is a little site that I thought all of you avid book readers might enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;This is a great site for any of you who have a lot of books that you have already read.&lt;br /&gt;And seem to be running out of space to put them.&lt;br /&gt;I love to read just as much as the next person but I don’t have a library to put them all in.&lt;br /&gt;I know some of you collect books as much as I collect fabric.&lt;br /&gt;I have recently found a site to swap fabric and I think it’s so cool.&lt;br /&gt;I hope you all check out this site and have fun swapping books.&lt;br /&gt;I know this will be a site that MommaSong might like to check out. (LOL) &lt;br /&gt;Happy swapping all.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://www.paperbackswap.com/index.php&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3028560945142644751-2490939814509030347?l=bearhugs62.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bearhugs62.blogspot.com/feeds/2490939814509030347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bearhugs62.blogspot.com/2008/08/attention-readers-check-this-out.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3028560945142644751/posts/default/2490939814509030347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3028560945142644751/posts/default/2490939814509030347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bearhugs62.blogspot.com/2008/08/attention-readers-check-this-out.html' title='(Attention  Readers) “Check this out “'/><author><name>bearhugs62</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16428892136732951933</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-3028560945142644751.post-4732196814076252566</id><published>2008-07-26T21:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T23:23:29.528-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The secret is in the sauce!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Hey girls you have got to check this out. Got to this site and look around.It's so cool.  http://thesecretisinthesauce.blogspot.com/&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3028560945142644751-4732196814076252566?l=bearhugs62.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bearhugs62.blogspot.com/feeds/4732196814076252566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bearhugs62.blogspot.com/2008/07/secret-is-in-sauce.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3028560945142644751/posts/default/4732196814076252566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3028560945142644751/posts/default/4732196814076252566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bearhugs62.blogspot.com/2008/07/secret-is-in-sauce.html' title='The secret is in the sauce!!!'/><author><name>bearhugs62</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16428892136732951933</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-3028560945142644751.post-4355026426774887119</id><published>2008-07-20T16:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T16:34:10.031-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Be thankful for every moment.</title><content type='html'>Well it’s Sunday. We spent the day with mom.&lt;br /&gt;We have Family dinners at moms on Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;I can’t help but thank god for family and the time he gives us to be together.&lt;br /&gt;Some people take for granite the time we are given with our love ones.&lt;br /&gt;I think the world would be a much better place if we all lived each day as though it were our last.&lt;br /&gt;And treated everyone as though it were the last day we would spend with them on earth.&lt;br /&gt; I can’t help but wonder how many times we take for granite our last.&lt;br /&gt;How many people leave this world without realizing they just seen a bluebird for the last time. Held the hand of their grandchild, or even had their last kiss. &lt;br /&gt;Have you ever wondered if this could be your last? The last time you feel the sun on your face. Or will today be the last time you will fill the gentle kiss of a love one.&lt;br /&gt;I just think we should slowdown and enjoy each step we take, each bird we see, and each kiss we fill. Each flower we smell.&lt;br /&gt;Because today could be the last day god has given us to be on this earth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3028560945142644751-4355026426774887119?l=bearhugs62.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bearhugs62.blogspot.com/feeds/4355026426774887119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bearhugs62.blogspot.com/2008/07/be-thankful-for-every-moment.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3028560945142644751/posts/default/4355026426774887119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3028560945142644751/posts/default/4355026426774887119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bearhugs62.blogspot.com/2008/07/be-thankful-for-every-moment.html' title='Be thankful for every moment.'/><author><name>bearhugs62</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16428892136732951933</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-3028560945142644751.post-283298612026227062</id><published>2008-07-15T17:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T17:29:06.275-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What a strange world we live in.</title><content type='html'>I have to start this blog by saying. What a strange and wonderful we live in. I was recently stalking one of my favorite blogger. (FoxFamilyFun) And as I scanned her blog as I always do. I spotted a photo of her father. It was in memory of him. I thought he looks familiar to me. And I continued to look and sure enough I spotted photos of her brothers. And one of her brothers is like one of my favorite people.&lt;br /&gt;I have known Ronnie for about 30 years now. He is like a brother to me. I thought OMG this is just to weird. So the first thing I did was email Jenifer to see if it was true. But wouldn't you know her computer was down or something. I got no reply for days. By this time I had already called my buddy Ronnie. He could not believe I had been blogging her. He said yes that was his baby sissy. He said he just loves her to pieces. Isn't it funny how things turn out. As I have always said god has a reason for ever thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3028560945142644751-283298612026227062?l=bearhugs62.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bearhugs62.blogspot.com/feeds/283298612026227062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bearhugs62.blogspot.com/2008/07/what-strange-world-we-live-in.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3028560945142644751/posts/default/283298612026227062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3028560945142644751/posts/default/283298612026227062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bearhugs62.blogspot.com/2008/07/what-strange-world-we-live-in.html' title='What a strange world we live in.'/><author><name>bearhugs62</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16428892136732951933</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-3028560945142644751.post-2520768424442999948</id><published>2008-07-15T17:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T17:06:24.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How to blog.blog.blog.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You must write the thing you most want to read.”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Embrace your genius.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“You don’t have to be good at something to do it. Put your heart in to your work, don’t take yourself seriously, and practice!”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This happens to be the same rules I quilt buy.&lt;br /&gt;I have always said do what makes you happy.&lt;br /&gt;If you like what you do,other people will enjoy the finished project more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3028560945142644751-2520768424442999948?l=bearhugs62.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bearhugs62.blogspot.com/feeds/2520768424442999948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bearhugs62.blogspot.com/2008/07/how-to-blogblogblog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3028560945142644751/posts/default/2520768424442999948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3028560945142644751/posts/default/2520768424442999948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bearhugs62.blogspot.com/2008/07/how-to-blogblogblog.html' title='How to blog.blog.blog.'/><author><name>bearhugs62</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16428892136732951933</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-3028560945142644751.post-7905656879250824806</id><published>2008-07-13T20:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T20:45:03.275-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My dream room</title><content type='html'>I was reading mommasongs blog about her dream stove and dream kitchen. To tell you the truth. My dream room would be a sewing room. It would be fully stocked with thread and fabric. But most of all it would have storage. Yes storage for all of the fabric tools and patterns I have. It would also have a place to display my quilts.&lt;br /&gt;I would have organization with easy access to scissors and all the other things I use in my sewing. But for now it's a dream. But none the less it's my dream.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3028560945142644751-7905656879250824806?l=bearhugs62.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bearhugs62.blogspot.com/feeds/7905656879250824806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bearhugs62.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-dream-room.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3028560945142644751/posts/default/7905656879250824806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3028560945142644751/posts/default/7905656879250824806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bearhugs62.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-dream-room.html' title='My dream room'/><author><name>bearhugs62</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16428892136732951933</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-3028560945142644751.post-571497308823187167</id><published>2008-07-08T13:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T06:02:28.586-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 4th of July</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lphZXBpwlJg/SHPTVt7BjkI/AAAAAAAAAMI/A8dM9ukZWFo/s1600-h/cafeext.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lphZXBpwlJg/SHPTVt7BjkI/AAAAAAAAAMI/A8dM9ukZWFo/s320/cafeext.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220748763110411842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lphZXBpwlJg/SHPTVy9O3EI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/_xHvK3adPNM/s1600-h/ext.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lphZXBpwlJg/SHPTVy9O3EI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/_xHvK3adPNM/s320/ext.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220748764461849666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lphZXBpwlJg/SHPTV_fPNtI/AAAAAAAAAMY/OCFdoBdZuYE/s1600-h/aheavcomsoon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lphZXBpwlJg/SHPTV_fPNtI/AAAAAAAAAMY/OCFdoBdZuYE/s320/aheavcomsoon.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220748767825704658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope all of you had a great 4th of July.&lt;br /&gt;I have to say to spite my better judgment. I did enjoy my vacation.&lt;br /&gt;Some of my family from Ohio wanted to get together. I really did not want to travel.&lt;br /&gt;So they contacted my husband and made arrangements to meet us half way.&lt;br /&gt;So they rented a cabin in Pigeon Forge Tenn.   It was a beautiful cabin.&lt;br /&gt;There were 10 of them plus my husband and me. &lt;br /&gt;It was really great to see them all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3028560945142644751-571497308823187167?l=bearhugs62.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bearhugs62.blogspot.com/feeds/571497308823187167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bearhugs62.blogspot.com/2008/07/happy-4th-of-july_08.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3028560945142644751/posts/default/571497308823187167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3028560945142644751/posts/default/571497308823187167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bearhugs62.blogspot.com/2008/07/happy-4th-of-july_08.html' title='Happy 4th of July'/><author><name>bearhugs62</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16428892136732951933</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/_lphZXBpwlJg/SHPTVt7BjkI/AAAAAAAAAMI/A8dM9ukZWFo/s72-c/cafeext.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3028560945142644751.post-7909787591450376654</id><published>2008-07-08T12:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T06:02:28.849-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lphZXBpwlJg/SHO-xXjJ5pI/AAAAAAAAAK4/yS-WkwN_TCA/s1600-h/above93.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lphZXBpwlJg/SHO-xXjJ5pI/AAAAAAAAAK4/yS-WkwN_TCA/s320/above93.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220726148396869266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason for our get together was to spend time with my aunt &amp; uncle. &lt;br /&gt;They have been very ill lately and my aunt says, &lt;br /&gt;This might be the last time we all get to see each other. This is my father’s sister.&lt;br /&gt;We had not been in tough for over 40 years.&lt;br /&gt;But after my father died we have since then we have become very close.&lt;br /&gt;She is a very wonderful person. &lt;br /&gt;I only wish we had been given the chance to get to know each other sooner.&lt;br /&gt;And her 4 children are all around my age. We are more like Brothers and sisters then cousins.&lt;br /&gt;I can’t help but wonder what it would have been like to grow up with them.&lt;br /&gt; We all sat around and the table talking about the past. &lt;br /&gt;We laughed until we cried and we cried until we laughed again.&lt;br /&gt;It’s funny how life turns out. Life makes a complete circle.&lt;br /&gt;I was 4 years old when I last seen them. &lt;br /&gt;And since we came back in contact with each other it’s like we have never been apart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3028560945142644751-7909787591450376654?l=bearhugs62.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bearhugs62.blogspot.com/feeds/7909787591450376654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bearhugs62.blogspot.com/2008/07/reason-for-our-get-together-was-to.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3028560945142644751/posts/default/7909787591450376654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3028560945142644751/posts/default/7909787591450376654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bearhugs62.blogspot.com/2008/07/reason-for-our-get-together-was-to.html' title=''/><author><name>bearhugs62</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16428892136732951933</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/_lphZXBpwlJg/SHO-xXjJ5pI/AAAAAAAAAK4/yS-WkwN_TCA/s72-c/above93.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3028560945142644751.post-8139149501954089321</id><published>2008-07-08T12:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T06:02:29.075-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Family</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lphZXBpwlJg/SHO-PlNSffI/AAAAAAAAAKw/VTXhTHFF9LM/s1600-h/07-08-2008+03%3B17%3B11PM.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lphZXBpwlJg/SHO-PlNSffI/AAAAAAAAAKw/VTXhTHFF9LM/s320/07-08-2008+03%3B17%3B11PM.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220725567947701746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all went to a show called the shindig. We had a group photo taken.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3028560945142644751-8139149501954089321?l=bearhugs62.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bearhugs62.blogspot.com/feeds/8139149501954089321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bearhugs62.blogspot.com/2008/07/family.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3028560945142644751/posts/default/8139149501954089321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3028560945142644751/posts/default/8139149501954089321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bearhugs62.blogspot.com/2008/07/family.html' title='Family'/><author><name>bearhugs62</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16428892136732951933</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/_lphZXBpwlJg/SHO-PlNSffI/AAAAAAAAAKw/VTXhTHFF9LM/s72-c/07-08-2008+03%3B17%3B11PM.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3028560945142644751.post-8589808887687226334</id><published>2008-06-30T17:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T17:54:50.632-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My helper.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;As you all can see. My little helper has been helping me check out my quilts.He likes to make sure they are soft enough for him.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&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/3028560945142644751-8589808887687226334?l=bearhugs62.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bearhugs62.blogspot.com/feeds/8589808887687226334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bearhugs62.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-helper.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3028560945142644751/posts/default/8589808887687226334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3028560945142644751/posts/default/8589808887687226334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bearhugs62.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-helper.html' title='My helper.'/><author><name>bearhugs62</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16428892136732951933</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-3028560945142644751.post-6447106569707178551</id><published>2008-06-30T17:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T06:02:29.629-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy,busy,busy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lphZXBpwlJg/SGl9upPIO9I/AAAAAAAAAKA/K_CcEOVY0go/s1600-h/100_1854.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lphZXBpwlJg/SGl9upPIO9I/AAAAAAAAAKA/K_CcEOVY0go/s320/100_1854.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217839883582192594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lphZXBpwlJg/SGl9ergza8I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/E5q2G7c6t9U/s1600-h/100_1853.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lphZXBpwlJg/SGl9ergza8I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/E5q2G7c6t9U/s320/100_1853.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217839609315290050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lphZXBpwlJg/SGl9JxDZytI/AAAAAAAAAJw/hTw4IGijBNs/s1600-h/100_1852.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lphZXBpwlJg/SGl9JxDZytI/AAAAAAAAAJw/hTw4IGijBNs/s320/100_1852.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217839250025335506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hi I just wanted to let you all know I am still here. Time has just passed me by lately. I have been working hard on some projects. Here are a few of the things I have been working on. The first one is a cat blanket I am making this blanket for my sister in law. The second one is a half triangle blanket I don’t know what you would call this pattern. I call it flying geese. I am stating on a log cabin quilt. When I get it started I will post more pictures.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3028560945142644751-6447106569707178551?l=bearhugs62.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bearhugs62.blogspot.com/feeds/6447106569707178551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bearhugs62.blogspot.com/2008/06/busybusybusy.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3028560945142644751/posts/default/6447106569707178551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3028560945142644751/posts/default/6447106569707178551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bearhugs62.blogspot.com/2008/06/busybusybusy.html' title='Busy,busy,busy!'/><author><name>bearhugs62</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16428892136732951933</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/_lphZXBpwlJg/SGl9upPIO9I/AAAAAAAAAKA/K_CcEOVY0go/s72-c/100_1854.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3028560945142644751.post-8973176111418018370</id><published>2008-06-20T19:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T09:48:30.633-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who am I?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;As I sit her trying to define myself. Trying to explain to you who I am. And I realize.&lt;br /&gt;I am nobody, Yet, I am somebody’s wife, mother, sister, and somebody’s daughter.&lt;br /&gt;There are times when I feel so weak. But deep in my soul I know I am a strong woman.&lt;br /&gt;From as far back as I can remember I was given the hard road to travel. &lt;br /&gt;For some reason I have always felt as though I have an old soul. &lt;br /&gt;I married my first true love at 19 years old.  &lt;br /&gt;We met when I was 19. &lt;br /&gt;And right away I just knew he was the man I was supposed to spend the rest of my life with. &lt;br /&gt;I am a military wife; I have been lonely as many nights as I have been held. &lt;br /&gt;I have cried as many times as I have laughed. &lt;br /&gt;Yet I can’t see myself ever loving anyone but him. &lt;br /&gt;And I know he loves me just as much. &lt;br /&gt;I have lived through every mother’s worst night mare.&lt;br /&gt; When our son died. Yet, God has also given me the happiest days a mother could ever have. &lt;br /&gt; When my children were born. &lt;br /&gt;I have given my unconditional love and support to my children only to find they can’t seem to find a way returned the love I give.&lt;br /&gt;I was the soul caregiver to my mother in law. And held her hand along as she passed on.&lt;br /&gt;I spent every possible waking moment with my dying father. Only to find we still did not have enough time together.&lt;br /&gt;I defeated cancer at age 26 by the grace of god. I dusted myself off and never looked back.&lt;br /&gt;I walked away from an accident with a broken neck at age 28. But carried seizures with me for 13 years as a result of it. I have had people ask me. Do you ever ask God why you? &lt;br /&gt;I just tell them I would never test fait like that. (LOL)&lt;br /&gt;I have always believed and always will believe, God has a purpose for everyone.&lt;br /&gt;I have also lived the last 2 years in uncontrollable pain. As I have prayed each and every day for God to find a way to stop the pain. I find doctors say I will lose my foot.&lt;br /&gt;No I am still not saying why me. But the way things are going I can’t help but wonder.&lt;br /&gt;What’s next? &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/3028560945142644751-8973176111418018370?l=bearhugs62.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bearhugs62.blogspot.com/feeds/8973176111418018370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bearhugs62.blogspot.com/2008/06/who-am-i.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3028560945142644751/posts/default/8973176111418018370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3028560945142644751/posts/default/8973176111418018370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bearhugs62.blogspot.com/2008/06/who-am-i.html' title='Who am I?'/><author><name>bearhugs62</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16428892136732951933</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-3028560945142644751.post-9022669006016825812</id><published>2008-06-19T12:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T13:31:07.951-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Following up on award rules.</title><content type='html'>OK, I said I was going to follow the rules of the award mommasong give me.&lt;br /&gt;First of all I don’t have that many blogger buddies. I have a lot of blogs I like to read.&lt;br /&gt;So here it goes I will do my best. &lt;br /&gt;1st. I have to send this back to http://mommasong.blogspot.com/. For her inspiring sisterhood. She is the sister I never had. Thank you girl for all you do. Your smile lifts my spirit.&lt;br /&gt;2nd. I have to send this one out to Jennifer at. http://foxmjjb.blogspot.com/ For being a caring soul. Each word I read on her blog makes me feel like I have always known her.&lt;br /&gt;3rd. I must send one to. http://justaflipflopmom.blogspot.com/for having such a cool blog. She has always got something great to post.&lt;br /&gt;4th. This one has got to go to http://acowboyswife.com/. If you haven’t stopped in on that blog you have got to make the time to check it out. There is always something good to read and great photos. No wooden nickels for this girl.&lt;br /&gt;5th.I have to send this one out to http://appliquetoday.blogspot.com/ . Anyone who knows me knows I am a quilting freak. And this site is close to my heart. She is a great quilter. I love this site.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3028560945142644751-9022669006016825812?l=bearhugs62.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bearhugs62.blogspot.com/feeds/9022669006016825812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bearhugs62.blogspot.com/2008/06/following-up-on-award-rules.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3028560945142644751/posts/default/9022669006016825812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3028560945142644751/posts/default/9022669006016825812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bearhugs62.blogspot.com/2008/06/following-up-on-award-rules.html' title='Following up on award rules.'/><author><name>bearhugs62</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16428892136732951933</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-3028560945142644751.post-3974436223637741338</id><published>2008-06-18T22:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T22:41:57.917-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank You. Mommasong</title><content type='html'>First I have to say thank you very much to mommasong for this award. You are my hero and my light when the clouds roll in. I know this award has rules and I will follow through with then later.But for the time being I have to give a big thanks to Tam for this award. :) You are the best! I will be back soon to blog you all to death...LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3028560945142644751-3974436223637741338?l=bearhugs62.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bearhugs62.blogspot.com/feeds/3974436223637741338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bearhugs62.blogspot.com/2008/06/thank-you-mommasong.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3028560945142644751/posts/default/3974436223637741338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3028560945142644751/posts/default/3974436223637741338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bearhugs62.blogspot.com/2008/06/thank-you-mommasong.html' title='Thank You. Mommasong'/><author><name>bearhugs62</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16428892136732951933</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-3028560945142644751.post-5833332210351271733</id><published>2008-06-13T07:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T07:02:26.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When you have faith you have it all.</title><content type='html'>When you have faith you have it all. “WOW” how perfect is that saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother brought me a coffee cup. And this is what it said on it.&lt;br /&gt;I read those simple little words on the side of the cup. I thought how perfect these words are. Especially the word faith. &lt;br /&gt;Faith is the word of the day.&lt;br /&gt;Faith is a belief in the trustworthiness of an idea that one has not been proven formally and cannot prove formally. In short, it is belief in the absence of evidence. Formal usage of the word "faith" is largely reserved for concepts of religion, where it almost universally refers to a trusting belief in a transcendent reality (therefore spirituality and spiritual immortality), or else in a Supreme Being and their role as a guide for people moving into an experience of such reality.&lt;br /&gt;Informal usage of the word "faith" can be quite broad, and may be used standardly in place of either as "trust," "belief," or "hope". For example, the word "faith" can refer to a religion itself or to religion in general. (For informal uses of the word "faith", see Faith (word)). As with "trust," faith involves a concept of future events or outcomes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my new word for life. Because faith is what give me strength to push on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3028560945142644751-5833332210351271733?l=bearhugs62.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bearhugs62.blogspot.com/feeds/5833332210351271733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bearhugs62.blogspot.com/2008/06/when-you-have-faith-you-have-it-all.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3028560945142644751/posts/default/5833332210351271733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3028560945142644751/posts/default/5833332210351271733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bearhugs62.blogspot.com/2008/06/when-you-have-faith-you-have-it-all.html' title='When you have faith you have it all.'/><author><name>bearhugs62</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16428892136732951933</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-3028560945142644751.post-5559958858558248112</id><published>2008-06-08T21:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T21:04:58.897-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Still alive...</title><content type='html'>OK, I know you probably think I have fallen off the face of the earth.&lt;br /&gt;No I haven’t, I am still here.  So much has been going on with me and my foot.&lt;br /&gt;The pain has really been too much to handle. And every Dr. I see has the same answer for me.&lt;br /&gt;All of this seems to have drawled me into my own little world.  This embarrasses me because; I have always taken pride in the fact that I am a strong person.  So much has happened to me in my life and I have always been a survivor. But this pain has really been more then I want to bear. I hate to admit that but it’s true. I find I am pulling myself deeper into a black hole.  Most of us spend our life taking so much for granite.  Just have one to say to anyone out there who reads this. Please cherish every step you take &lt;br /&gt;And thank God that you don’t have pain with every step.  I know that I am lucky that it’s not any worse. I will force myself to continue to push on and pray a lot. I have always believed things happen for a reason. I haven’t always claimed to know what that reason is but I have to except the fact that the reason is still there. No matter what I will continue to push forward. Even though it’s painful I will continue to push forward. I can’t let this get me down. I have been through worse and came through it a stronger woman. And I will beat this one too. Even if it means losing the foot. “Hay, look at the bright side. If they have to take my foot maybe they can replace it with a spring. Because I could use some bounce in my step again. (LOL) ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, &lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you have to laugh to keep from crying…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3028560945142644751-5559958858558248112?l=bearhugs62.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bearhugs62.blogspot.com/feeds/5559958858558248112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bearhugs62.blogspot.com/2008/06/still-alive.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3028560945142644751/posts/default/5559958858558248112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3028560945142644751/posts/default/5559958858558248112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bearhugs62.blogspot.com/2008/06/still-alive.html' title='Still alive...'/><author><name>bearhugs62</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16428892136732951933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3028560945142644751.post-6884039703214573015</id><published>2008-05-16T12:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T12:11:09.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My garden</title><content type='html'>Earlier in the year The Garden,&lt;br /&gt;I planted a garden. This garden is not just my garden.&lt;br /&gt;My grandson helped me plant it. I did not think it would do much. I really did not have a lot of hope for its survival. First of all it was full of grass. When R. tilled the garden he left big piles of grass turned over.                                       &lt;br /&gt;Yes he tilled the grass up and left it in the ground in hunks. That’s a Yankee for you. Yes I said it he is a Yankee. He’s a born New Yorker. He’s not real smart on some things but he was real pretty when we met. (LOL)  Hummm, back on the subject of the garden. It had a lot of grass I it and I am just getting it under control. And then the flood came. Woooo Hooo just my luck. I thought this was it. The garden is gone. It had to be. But it hung in there all but the cucumbers. They were not strong enough to hang on. The flood took them straight out of the ground. So when the ground dried and things were cleaned up and back to normal we planted more cucumbers. “Whala” they popped there little sprouts out the other day and today they are stretching their little leaves up. I also bought some broccoli plants. As you will see in the pictures my broccoli plants turned out to be cabbage.  Ha, ha, ha,he,he,he.  That is just too funny to me. But that’s ok because I love cabbage.  As I said before it took me a long time to get all of the grass out. But I did it and its doing great. I have to say the garden is doing pretty good to be grown by a Yankee &amp; a Florida cracker.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3028560945142644751-6884039703214573015?l=bearhugs62.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bearhugs62.blogspot.com/feeds/6884039703214573015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bearhugs62.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-garden.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3028560945142644751/posts/default/6884039703214573015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3028560945142644751/posts/default/6884039703214573015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bearhugs62.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-garden.html' title='My garden'/><author><name>bearhugs62</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16428892136732951933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3028560945142644751.post-7333691928415265825</id><published>2008-05-16T11:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T12:04:39.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mothers day</title><content type='html'>Well I guess I should start out by telling you about my mother’s day.&lt;br /&gt;We started our day out with church. Even though my children did not go with me I felt very privileged to have my mother go with me and my husband. I was as proud as any mother there. R and I. took my mother straight from church and out to eat. We ate at Longhorns. My mother looked so cute. She wore a dress I bought her for mother’s day. We had a wonderful day. After the restraint we went to walmart.&lt;br /&gt;Where she picked out some candy. She could have picked anything she wanted. But she wanted &lt;br /&gt;Milk duds. Go figure! As for my children my son had to work but before he had to leave out he sneaks into my bedroom early that morning crawls into bed with me and wraps his arms around me with a big hug he said Happy Mother’s day mom and you know I love you. He continued to tell me that he did not know what he would do without me. And as I held my 23 year old son in my arms telling him that I love him too, and I always have and I always will. I could not help but think of the days when he was just a little boy crawling into bed with momma. And I suddenly realized it doesn’t matter how old they get or how big. The little boys in our lives will always be mommas little boys. And as for my daughter, I never got a call from her and when I called she never answered. But that’s ok I never expected anything else from her. And it may sound mean but I can’t wait till the day comes when her baby is grown and forgets to call momma on mother’s day or birthdays. And I wait for a time to come when her child doesn’t call unless he needs money or something else. &lt;br /&gt;That will be when I know in my heart what goes around comes around.&lt;br /&gt;My grandmother once told me always be good to your parents because the trouble you give to them will return to you seven fold. So I grew up believing if I done anything to hurt them in any way. &lt;br /&gt;God would send it back on me 7 times as bad.  Two this very day I respect my parents and anyone older than me.&lt;br /&gt;Well anyway I just wanted to tell everyone out there I hope you had a very wonderful mother’s day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3028560945142644751-7333691928415265825?l=bearhugs62.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bearhugs62.blogspot.com/feeds/7333691928415265825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bearhugs62.blogspot.com/2008/05/mothers-day.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3028560945142644751/posts/default/7333691928415265825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3028560945142644751/posts/default/7333691928415265825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bearhugs62.blogspot.com/2008/05/mothers-day.html' title='Mothers day'/><author><name>bearhugs62</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16428892136732951933</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-3028560945142644751.post-5513262640692083730</id><published>2008-05-09T03:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T04:13:41.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I need a vacation</title><content type='html'>“WOW “Can you believe that it’s almost the middle of May already? Just like that. I don’t know about you, but it seem to me as though every thing's just rush, rush, rush. And right now, I feel like I could use a vacation. Unfortunately, I don’t really have the time or budget to go on one. &lt;br /&gt;That’s why I thought: “Hey, maybe I should start having my own-vacation breaks.” You know… The type where I don’t need to go away on trips - or spend gobs of money. The type of holiday that I can take in my own house, or my own backyard. And, I will still feel invigorated, refreshed…&lt;br /&gt;So, I have decided to list some ideas here. I’m hoping to do some of them at some stage, whenever I feel I need a break. Please feel free to suggest more in the comments section, if you can think of anything else. &lt;br /&gt;I know I am not the only person out there that feels like this. So, maybe this will help some of you to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.&lt;/strong&gt; Find (or Make) a Reading Spot in the Garden. You can decorate it, as if you were in the Caribbean or someplace exotic. Tell yourself you’re going to sit in that spot at least once a week, for half an hour or so. Mark a date on your calendar, if you have to. &lt;br /&gt;       &lt;strong&gt;2.&lt;/strong&gt;    Take a walk or drive to the park (or beach) with a picnic basket. If you feel self-conscious about having a solo picnic, consider bringing a book, an MP3 player, a camera, a sketchbook. Whatever you can use to distract yourself.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;strong&gt;3.&lt;/strong&gt;     Get a manicure/pedicure. Clean, pretty nails can help cheer you up. And make you feel all nice and beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;strong&gt;4.&lt;/strong&gt;     Get a facial. Or give yourself one, nothing beats the fresh-faced feeling after the session’s done. &lt;br /&gt;      &lt;strong&gt;5.&lt;/strong&gt;      Get a drink - or mix yourself one. And, drink it in the bath. Yep - you can also put use music, candles, and scents if you want to go the whole lot.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;strong&gt;6.&lt;/strong&gt;    Call someone who makes you feel special. Allow yourself to be praised and patted on the back. Celebrate the good stuff. &lt;br /&gt;      &lt;strong&gt;7.&lt;/strong&gt;     Put on fresh sheets on the bed. And, take a nap in the freshly made bed. &lt;br /&gt;      &lt;strong&gt;8.&lt;/strong&gt;     Pick flowers from your garden - or buy some cheap flowers. Place them in a vase, somewhere that you can see and enjoy them often.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3028560945142644751-5513262640692083730?l=bearhugs62.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bearhugs62.blogspot.com/feeds/5513262640692083730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bearhugs62.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-need-vacation.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3028560945142644751/posts/default/5513262640692083730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3028560945142644751/posts/default/5513262640692083730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bearhugs62.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-need-vacation.html' title='I need a vacation'/><author><name>bearhugs62</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16428892136732951933</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3028560945142644751.post-4019268582767798999</id><published>2008-05-04T11:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T12:06:51.924-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Silver Star Award</title><content type='html'>This award goes out to Mommasong, For always finding something to blog about that is sure to make you smile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3028560945142644751-4019268582767798999?l=bearhugs62.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bearhugs62.blogspot.com/feeds/4019268582767798999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bearhugs62.blogspot.com/2008/05/silver-star-award.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3028560945142644751/posts/default/4019268582767798999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3028560945142644751/posts/default/4019268582767798999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bearhugs62.blogspot.com/2008/05/silver-star-award.html' title='The Silver Star Award'/><author><name>bearhugs62</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16428892136732951933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3028560945142644751.post-6402836765311795184</id><published>2008-05-04T10:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T10:48:07.242-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Slumber party</title><content type='html'>I have been so lost lately. Wanted to catch up with my blogging but kept drawing a blank. I went into a total brain fart mode. So I thought I would just blog about my slumber party weekend. My Daughter has been gone with the baby most of the week. And my son is always gone. And so has my hubby been. So since I was along my mom came over to stay the weekend. We have spent the whole weekend eating junk food and catching up on old times. We have had a great weekend. We talked about my childhood and how her and my father met. We talked about men.... And what we find attractive in a man. And what we don't. We have laughed until we cried and cried until we laughed, until we could not do either any more. It was a wonderful weekend. And I love every minute I have to spend with her.&lt;br /&gt;I have to say, I thank God for giving me her as a mother and a close friend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3028560945142644751-6402836765311795184?l=bearhugs62.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bearhugs62.blogspot.com/feeds/6402836765311795184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bearhugs62.blogspot.com/2008/05/slumber-party.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3028560945142644751/posts/default/6402836765311795184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3028560945142644751/posts/default/6402836765311795184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bearhugs62.blogspot.com/2008/05/slumber-party.html' title='Slumber party'/><author><name>bearhugs62</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16428892136732951933</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3028560945142644751.post-1389937367848150822</id><published>2008-04-27T19:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T10:28:16.182-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update on Bethesda Navel Hospital</title><content type='html'>Recently I told everyone I was going to the Bethesda Naval Hospital.&lt;br /&gt;To be seen by a group of surgeons. My reason for being sent to Bethesda was because this hospital has the best doctors in the United States. I have seen 4 other surgeons not counting the surgeon who operated on me 2 years ago. She released me from her care 8 months after she operated on my foot for a collapsed arch. I came out of surgery in severe pain and it has never stopped hurting. She had to cut the cast off of my foot 2 days after surgery because of blood clots. And from there everything went downhill from there. To make a long story short, I have severe bone damage and complete nerve damage of the foot and ankle. My trip to the Bethesda Naval Hospital to have my foot checked and find a way to Fix the problems in my foot.  Well, things don’t always work out as we hope. The surgeons I seen explained to me that there’s not a lot thy can do for me. They explained to me that they would have a fitted brace made for me to straighten the foot. I will have to wear it for 3-6 months. At this time I will have to go back to see them so they can evaluate me for further treatment. They can try to do bone grafts by taking bone from my hip. But they don’t believe it will work. Due to the extent of the bone damaged. And they said the nerve damage will continue to spread. I have been told at this point we are looking at amputation of the foot above the ankle. Needles s to say I have been doing a lot of praying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3028560945142644751-1389937367848150822?l=bearhugs62.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bearhugs62.blogspot.com/feeds/1389937367848150822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bearhugs62.blogspot.com/2008/04/update-on-bethesda-navel-hospital.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3028560945142644751/posts/default/1389937367848150822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3028560945142644751/posts/default/1389937367848150822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bearhugs62.blogspot.com/2008/04/update-on-bethesda-navel-hospital.html' title='Update on Bethesda Navel Hospital'/><author><name>bearhugs62</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16428892136732951933</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-3028560945142644751.post-7490343270456452262</id><published>2008-04-25T19:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T19:34:12.619-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I was amazed by these animals.</title><content type='html'>I truly could not believe how tame the animals acted.&lt;br /&gt;They would come right up to us.&lt;br /&gt;It almost seemed as if there would show off for the camera.&lt;br /&gt;I could walk up to them and they never ran.&lt;br /&gt;It was so neat to be able to be that close to them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3028560945142644751-7490343270456452262?l=bearhugs62.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bearhugs62.blogspot.com/feeds/7490343270456452262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bearhugs62.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-was-amazed-by-these-animals.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3028560945142644751/posts/default/7490343270456452262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3028560945142644751/posts/default/7490343270456452262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bearhugs62.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-was-amazed-by-these-animals.html' title='I was amazed by these animals.'/><author><name>bearhugs62</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16428892136732951933</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-3028560945142644751.post-5266513087767779466</id><published>2008-04-19T19:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T10:27:52.207-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bethesda, Maryland</title><content type='html'>Just thought I should let everyone know.     &lt;br /&gt;I will be out of the loop for the next 2 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;As I said before on my blog.&lt;br /&gt;I will be traveling to Bethesda, Maryland&lt;br /&gt;Where I hope they can fix my foot.&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, I will be away for a while.&lt;br /&gt;But I will take pictures of our trip.&lt;br /&gt;And I will post them when I get back.&lt;br /&gt;Wish me well…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3028560945142644751-5266513087767779466?l=bearhugs62.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bearhugs62.blogspot.com/feeds/5266513087767779466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bearhugs62.blogspot.com/2008/04/bethesda-maryland.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3028560945142644751/posts/default/5266513087767779466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3028560945142644751/posts/default/5266513087767779466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bearhugs62.blogspot.com/2008/04/bethesda-maryland.html' title='Bethesda, Maryland'/><author><name>bearhugs62</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16428892136732951933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3028560945142644751.post-7174992269284763286</id><published>2008-04-17T22:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T22:52:44.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some things were meant to be...</title><content type='html'>I just wanted to tell you what I have been up to. First of all I have been showing a friend how to cut and piece together a double wedding ring quilt. We are making it from 4 different shades of blues. It is going to be a beautiful king size quilt. But that’s not the main thing I wanted to tell you about. While we were out hunting for the fabric for the quilt we ran into a friend of hers, whom told us about someone who has a quilting machine. She gave us the women’s phone number. So we called the lady to talk to her about her machine. Her name was Bruna. She told us to come over to her home to see the machine. And anyone who knows me knows I have a strange curiosity with anything that has to do with quilting. Nothing would have stopped me from going to see this quilter and to see how it worked. When I arrived Bruna was waiting on her porch to show me in to her sewing room. Bruna was one of the sweetest people I have ever met. The quilting machine was so neat. I could have stayed there all day to watch her work with it. Well I was like a kid in a toy store. I have always wanted a machine like that. But I know I will never be able to afford one. But anyway we exchanged phone numbers and I came home. All evening I sat and thought about what a great day I had. I know it sounds crazy but it was great to be able to go somewhere to just do something I want to do. And I was able to go without taking the baby with me. Later Bruna called me and we talked for hours. She is Italian she came to America when she was 20 years old. She has lived here for 45 years. She is such a beautiful lady and she has the cutest accent. We sat and talked like we have known each other forever. Isn’t it strange how something’s happen? How something’s just seem like they are meant to be. Like meeting someone and you just know you were meant to be friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3028560945142644751-7174992269284763286?l=bearhugs62.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bearhugs62.blogspot.com/feeds/7174992269284763286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bearhugs62.blogspot.com/2008/04/some-things-were-meant-to-be.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3028560945142644751/posts/default/7174992269284763286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3028560945142644751/posts/default/7174992269284763286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bearhugs62.blogspot.com/2008/04/some-things-were-meant-to-be.html' title='Some things were meant to be...'/><author><name>bearhugs62</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16428892136732951933</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-3028560945142644751.post-6985579732634836716</id><published>2008-04-17T21:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T21:53:41.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Honey do</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;This story is called honey do.&lt;br /&gt;A friend of ours came into town today and attempted to stop at the local bank.&lt;br /&gt;It was around 3:30pm, after sitting out side of the bank for about 10 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;He called the house and asks if the bank went out of business?&lt;br /&gt;I said not that I know of. And that’s when it dawned on me today was Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;You see in our town Thursday is honey do day.&lt;br /&gt;Many years ago we had a mayor whom thought Thursday should be declared honey do day.&lt;br /&gt;That is the day every business in our town closes at noon.&lt;br /&gt;This way the men in our town can go home and take care of the list of things his spouse needs&lt;br /&gt;him to do. They named that list honey do. Because they said there wife’s kept saying, honey do&lt;br /&gt;This and honey do that. Even though that mayor has long since passed on, our town still keeps that&lt;br /&gt;Tradition. Well our friend that was visiting said that was the craziest thing he had ever heard of.  So&lt;br /&gt;Lady’s in keeping in this tradition I think all towns should have an official honey do day!&lt;br /&gt;One day out of each week that our husbands should have to do what we tell them to do.&lt;br /&gt;LOL, He, He, Ha, Ha, Ha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3028560945142644751-6985579732634836716?l=bearhugs62.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bearhugs62.blogspot.com/feeds/6985579732634836716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bearhugs62.blogspot.com/2008/04/honey-do.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3028560945142644751/posts/default/6985579732634836716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3028560945142644751/posts/default/6985579732634836716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bearhugs62.blogspot.com/2008/04/honey-do.html' title='Honey do'/><author><name>bearhugs62</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16428892136732951933</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-3028560945142644751.post-6147944636727745327</id><published>2008-04-08T19:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T19:51:35.071-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Prayers my have been answered.</title><content type='html'>Finely they are going to send me to a Dr to see if they can help me . They are sending me to The National Naval Medical Center in Bethesda, Maryland to see a group of surgeons to fix my foot.&lt;br /&gt;I am not looking forward to the trip or being away from home but I am looking forward to living my life with out all of this pain. It will be great to be able take long walks again with out hurting.&lt;br /&gt;They are setting everything up for me to go in 2 to 3 weeks. My prayers have been answered.&lt;br /&gt;I want to say thank you to any of you who put me in there prayers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3028560945142644751-6147944636727745327?l=bearhugs62.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bearhugs62.blogspot.com/feeds/6147944636727745327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bearhugs62.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-prayers-my-have-been-answered.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3028560945142644751/posts/default/6147944636727745327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3028560945142644751/posts/default/6147944636727745327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bearhugs62.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-prayers-my-have-been-answered.html' title='My Prayers my have been answered.'/><author><name>bearhugs62</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16428892136732951933</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>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3028560945142644751.post-6130384074633646397</id><published>2008-04-07T18:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T20:46:37.259-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3028560945142644751-6130384074633646397?l=bearhugs62.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bearhugs62.blogspot.com/feeds/6130384074633646397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bearhugs62.blogspot.com/2008/04/1st-hair-cut.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3028560945142644751/posts/default/6130384074633646397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3028560945142644751/posts/default/6130384074633646397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bearhugs62.blogspot.com/2008/04/1st-hair-cut.html' title=''/><author><name>bearhugs62</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16428892136732951933</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-3028560945142644751.post-8437778436702898821</id><published>2008-03-28T09:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T00:58:35.528-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A calgon Moment</title><content type='html'>I know it’s been a long time since my last blog.&lt;br /&gt;So much has been happening lately,&lt;br /&gt;I have stayed so busy lately that time just keeps passing me by.&lt;br /&gt;I keep telling myself I will get to it later.&lt;br /&gt;But, later never comes.&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever thought to yourself this is got to be a calgon moment?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The phone want stop ringing, the dogs are barking and someone is at the door.&lt;br /&gt;Well this seems to be what my days are like.&lt;br /&gt;I haven’t even had the time to sleep at night. And sometimes I am so busy I forget to eat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3028560945142644751-8437778436702898821?l=bearhugs62.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bearhugs62.blogspot.com/feeds/8437778436702898821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bearhugs62.blogspot.com/2008/03/calgon-moment.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3028560945142644751/posts/default/8437778436702898821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3028560945142644751/posts/default/8437778436702898821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bearhugs62.blogspot.com/2008/03/calgon-moment.html' title='A calgon Moment'/><author><name>bearhugs62</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16428892136732951933</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-3028560945142644751.post-3751229989076066857</id><published>2008-03-09T20:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T09:59:54.517-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's next?</title><content type='html'>It's been a really hard month for me. I am in severe pain and it's really depressing. I went to see the surgeon and she said there's nothing they can do for me. She said and I quote, you should just feel lucky you still have a foot. I just wanted to say. (Bite me.) But I did not say it. I told her, If she knew how badly the pain was she would know, At this point I would rather not have a foot.And if that weren't bad enough R is MIA, and it seems I have become a full time mother for my grandson. Because his mother is never here. What has become of the world today? Kids who refuse to grow up and be a parent. And doctors who don't care.Don't get me wrong I Love him with all my heart but alittle help please.LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3028560945142644751-3751229989076066857?l=bearhugs62.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bearhugs62.blogspot.com/feeds/3751229989076066857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bearhugs62.blogspot.com/2008/03/whats-next.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3028560945142644751/posts/default/3751229989076066857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3028560945142644751/posts/default/3751229989076066857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bearhugs62.blogspot.com/2008/03/whats-next.html' title='What&apos;s next?'/><author><name>bearhugs62</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16428892136732951933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3028560945142644751.post-1378293789673232034</id><published>2008-02-10T21:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T21:13:14.883-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's in the box?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, it wasn’t exciting or anything like that. I actually spent the weekend cleaning out closets. I can’t believe all the stuff we packed away through the years. Being a military family has turned us all into pack rats. I sorted through boxes that had been packed away for more than 20 years. I have to say when I started opening boxes I thought to myself, what in the world was we thinking when we packed this junk up for our move. I mean did I really think we might need some of this stuff. LOL I am so glad my way of thinking has changed through the years. I guess I must have had a reason for packing some of that stuff up.&lt;br /&gt;But then I found boxes that my children had packed in their own boxes. When I opened the boxes at first I was thinking, well broken toys marbles and other odds and ends. But the more I pulled things out of the boxes and the closer to the bottom of the boxes the stranger the thing got. I have to say (OMG) what could they have been thinking. I found they had actually packed rocks in the bottom of their box. Yes, you read it right. My children had packed rocks for the move. Rocks, sand, dirt&amp;amp; sticks. You have to be thinking the same thing I was at this point. I said holy cow, did my children think the military was sending us to some unknown world that would not have any dirt, sand, rocks or sticks. I have to wonder what was going through their heads each time we told them the Army was once again sending us to a new place. I know we tried to tell them what was going on by telling them we were going to somewhere different. But it was not until now. That I realize they did not understand what that meant.&lt;br /&gt;I still have a lot more boxes I need to sort. At this point I am really scared of what might be packed away in them. Because through the years, my children have lost things. No not just the toys. They have lost parrakets, Fish, and hamsters. And god only knows what else could be packes away for safe keeping. It truly is scary because what I failed to inform you is that I also found a dried lizard a butterfly a dried goldfish and some funny looking bug. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;I am praying that they have not packed away any more of their friends. Please say a little prayer for me while I finish up my search and destroy mission on clutter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3028560945142644751-1378293789673232034?l=bearhugs62.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bearhugs62.blogspot.com/feeds/1378293789673232034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bearhugs62.blogspot.com/2008/02/well-it-wasnt-exciting-or-anything-like.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3028560945142644751/posts/default/1378293789673232034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3028560945142644751/posts/default/1378293789673232034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bearhugs62.blogspot.com/2008/02/well-it-wasnt-exciting-or-anything-like.html' title='What&apos;s in the box?'/><author><name>bearhugs62</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16428892136732951933</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3028560945142644751.post-2452349604089375929</id><published>2008-02-06T16:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T17:30:04.780-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Was Tagged MommaSong</title><content type='html'>Here is what I am suppose to do!&lt;br /&gt;1) pick up the nearest book&lt;br /&gt;( one of at least 123 pages)&lt;br /&gt;2)Open the page to 123&lt;br /&gt;3)Find the 5th sentence&lt;br /&gt;4)Post the next three sentences&lt;br /&gt;5) Tag 5 people!&lt;br /&gt;The book I was closest to was,Past Lives,Future Healing&lt;br /&gt;By Sylvia Browne&lt;br /&gt;The 5th sentence says.&lt;br /&gt;on the road. You might think our friendship made him a&lt;br /&gt;The next three sentences are.&lt;br /&gt;less-than-objective subject, but the truth is, there were&lt;br /&gt;two reasons I asked him to let me do a regression on him:&lt;br /&gt;one was that he's had a serious indigestion problem all his&lt;br /&gt;The 5 people I have tagged are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thefarmerfiles.com/"&gt;http://www.thefarmerfiles.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://morrcatmusings.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://morrcatmusings.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://justaflipflopmom.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://justaflipflopmom.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://appliquetoday.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://appliquetoday.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://therealroxann.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://therealroxann.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry about tagging some of the same people that mommasong picked.&lt;br /&gt;But don't have that many blogging friends yet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3028560945142644751-2452349604089375929?l=bearhugs62.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bearhugs62.blogspot.com/feeds/2452349604089375929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bearhugs62.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-was-tagged-mommasong.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3028560945142644751/posts/default/2452349604089375929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3028560945142644751/posts/default/2452349604089375929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bearhugs62.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-was-tagged-mommasong.html' title='I Was Tagged MommaSong'/><author><name>bearhugs62</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16428892136732951933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3028560945142644751.post-2891189498871213270</id><published>2008-01-23T12:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T13:19:45.862-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Buddy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Alright you haven’t heard me talk about my buddy.&lt;br /&gt;His name is blue.&lt;br /&gt;They say a dog is a man’s best friend…&lt;br /&gt;In this case it's not true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;He has always been &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Mommy's&lt;/span&gt; boy, and my best friend.&lt;br /&gt;I rescued him.&lt;br /&gt;It was not planed, it just happened.&lt;br /&gt;When I seen him I could not resist that tiny little pup with those big blue eyes.&lt;br /&gt;And I guess you could say, He has returned the favor many times over.&lt;br /&gt;He has been with me through my highs and lows.&lt;br /&gt;He is by my side through everything&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes my relationship with him is better than my relationship with my husband &amp;amp; Kids.&lt;br /&gt;He thinks he is one of my children. He is king of the house and he’s not afraid to let you know it.&lt;br /&gt;Well needless to say he’s not that tiny puppy that stole my heart 5 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;But he is still my baby. He sleeps between me and my husband every night.&lt;br /&gt;He knows when it’s time for daddy to come home and he waits by the door.&lt;br /&gt;And he has a toy dog he plays with. He will not play with any other toy.&lt;br /&gt;This toy was his favorite toy as a puppy. And it was bigger than he was.&lt;br /&gt;It’s called a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;polka&lt;/span&gt; dog. They are very hard to find.&lt;br /&gt;If I have to replace it, I have to shop for it on eBay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;But he's my baby and he's worth it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Because I know no matter what, he will be there for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3028560945142644751-2891189498871213270?l=bearhugs62.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bearhugs62.blogspot.com/feeds/2891189498871213270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bearhugs62.blogspot.com/2008/01/my-buddy.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3028560945142644751/posts/default/2891189498871213270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3028560945142644751/posts/default/2891189498871213270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bearhugs62.blogspot.com/2008/01/my-buddy.html' title='My Buddy'/><author><name>bearhugs62</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16428892136732951933</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-3028560945142644751.post-289122387011310707</id><published>2008-01-20T19:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T19:58:40.812-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Award</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;"WOW"  I was given an award by Momma song.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what she had to say about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She keeps it real and she Quilts! Most importantly is that she is a long time Military Spouse and how she has survived it...I have no idea but Kudos to YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;She is truly the sweetest person I know. Integrity that truly describes this women. Having her as a friend helped me so much when I needed it. For 18 months, We knew one of us would be calling to check on the other every day. If I were to give her an award it would have to be for devotion and class. But I would not stop there. because she deserves so much more. To know this women and have her as a friend is to be blessed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3028560945142644751-289122387011310707?l=bearhugs62.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bearhugs62.blogspot.com/feeds/289122387011310707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bearhugs62.blogspot.com/2008/01/award.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3028560945142644751/posts/default/289122387011310707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3028560945142644751/posts/default/289122387011310707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bearhugs62.blogspot.com/2008/01/award.html' title='Award'/><author><name>bearhugs62</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16428892136732951933</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-3028560945142644751.post-5381708734986004542</id><published>2008-01-12T21:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T10:03:39.455-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To many times!!!</title><content type='html'>To many times&lt;br /&gt;we all get wrapped up in our everyday life,&lt;br /&gt;so much that we loose sight of whats important.&lt;br /&gt;I find that after all my years of&lt;br /&gt;marriage, Raising Kids, &amp;amp; Military,&lt;br /&gt;We seem to get lost in the thick of things.&lt;br /&gt;We seem to forget whats important to us.&lt;br /&gt;In life and in marriage.&lt;br /&gt;We forget our marriage and our relationship&lt;br /&gt;is the most important part of a family.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we need to stop and remember&lt;br /&gt;Remember what made you fall in love.&lt;br /&gt;Men more then women seem to become&lt;br /&gt;to comfortable with there spouse and there marriage.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we seem to take for granite of each other.&lt;br /&gt;We all need to make time for each other and our relationship.&lt;br /&gt;There comes a time in a relationship,&lt;br /&gt;When we need to go back to being a couple again.&lt;br /&gt;And make the time to date each other again.&lt;br /&gt;And forget about everything else in our everyday life.&lt;br /&gt;Forget about everything but being a couple.&lt;br /&gt;And find the love again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3028560945142644751-5381708734986004542?l=bearhugs62.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bearhugs62.blogspot.com/feeds/5381708734986004542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bearhugs62.blogspot.com/2008/01/to-many-times-we-all-get-wrapped-up-in.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3028560945142644751/posts/default/5381708734986004542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3028560945142644751/posts/default/5381708734986004542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bearhugs62.blogspot.com/2008/01/to-many-times-we-all-get-wrapped-up-in.html' title='To many times!!!'/><author><name>bearhugs62</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16428892136732951933</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3028560945142644751.post-149266820251272120</id><published>2008-01-11T18:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T19:02:13.929-08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Birthday</title><content type='html'>It was his first birthday,&lt;br /&gt;The happiest baby I have ever seen.&lt;br /&gt;It's amazing how a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;child's&lt;/span&gt; smile&lt;br /&gt; can make everything seem perfect.&lt;br /&gt;No matter how hard your day is.&lt;br /&gt;How bad everything seems to be going.&lt;br /&gt;No matter how ruff life seems to be,&lt;br /&gt;A smile,laugh,or a hug from a child,&lt;br /&gt;Can make you forget all the bad,&lt;br /&gt;And make everything in life seem so perfect.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3028560945142644751-149266820251272120?l=bearhugs62.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bearhugs62.blogspot.com/feeds/149266820251272120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bearhugs62.blogspot.com/2008/01/first-birthday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3028560945142644751/posts/default/149266820251272120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3028560945142644751/posts/default/149266820251272120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bearhugs62.blogspot.com/2008/01/first-birthday.html' title='First Birthday'/><author><name>bearhugs62</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16428892136732951933</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-3028560945142644751.post-3256892524490120498</id><published>2008-01-03T14:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T10:27:31.095-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Military Spouse</title><content type='html'>As mommasong mentioned on her post earlier. It's true our faverite part of Christmas,Birthdays,Holidays &amp;amp; any other special occasions. Is the rare opertunity to have our spouse at home with the family.Because we are from that rare breed they call the military spouses. We are the Women that have to be strong no matter what our life hands us. We spend 80 percent of our life along. And the other 20 percent coping with having a man around that we never seem to fully get to know. And always hoping that one day you will be able to grow old together. And we are always, waiting for our spouse to return home to us with open arms. We are always expected to be the rock of the family. We have made a silent pact with our self's. We will not show people how we really feel inside. We become an army of one. And we are our own critics. We are up by dawn and we don't stop till the next morning at times. We do more work by noon then most men do all day. We become financial advisers to our home, mechanics for our cars and handy man when we need to be. And temporary fathers for our children.  But most of all we are Military Spouses. We are the women that pack up our lives and move with our man, where ever the military sends us. And we live alone. Sometimes we spend our lives 1000's of miles from the family we left behind. But we are the chosen few. That stand behind the soldiers we love. Because this is the hardest job we will ever know. And we were born to be a military Wife. And we can't seem to see ourselves being anything else.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3028560945142644751-3256892524490120498?l=bearhugs62.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bearhugs62.blogspot.com/feeds/3256892524490120498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bearhugs62.blogspot.com/2008/01/military-spouse.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3028560945142644751/posts/default/3256892524490120498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3028560945142644751/posts/default/3256892524490120498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bearhugs62.blogspot.com/2008/01/military-spouse.html' title='The Military Spouse'/><author><name>bearhugs62</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16428892136732951933</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-3028560945142644751.post-764993053416344692</id><published>2007-12-26T10:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T10:58:23.046-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A kid in a candy store</title><content type='html'>I truly feel like a kid in a candy store.. First I got a laptop. "YEA BABY" And then &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;momasong&lt;/span&gt; gave me a bag of goodies. And in the bag there was a wonderful Quilting magazine. I LOVE THIS MAGAZINE. IT IS SO AWESOME . I have already picked out a great quilt I cant wait to make. I have to say a big thank you to her for this gift.  Does she know me or what... She is such an awesome friend.... I can only hope she enjoys my gift to her.. even though I know It cant compare to the awesome gifts she gives. I will do better next year, I promise..A kid in a candy store.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3028560945142644751-764993053416344692?l=bearhugs62.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bearhugs62.blogspot.com/feeds/764993053416344692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bearhugs62.blogspot.com/2007/12/kid-in-candy-store.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3028560945142644751/posts/default/764993053416344692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3028560945142644751/posts/default/764993053416344692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bearhugs62.blogspot.com/2007/12/kid-in-candy-store.html' title='A kid in a candy store'/><author><name>bearhugs62</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16428892136732951933</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-3028560945142644751.post-3849516152893865824</id><published>2007-11-16T11:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T19:10:10.946-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3028560945142644751-3849516152893865824?l=bearhugs62.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bearhugs62.blogspot.com/feeds/3849516152893865824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bearhugs62.blogspot.com/2007/11/here-i-go-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3028560945142644751/posts/default/3849516152893865824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3028560945142644751/posts/default/3849516152893865824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bearhugs62.blogspot.com/2007/11/here-i-go-again.html' title=''/><author><name>bearhugs62</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16428892136732951933</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-3028560945142644751.post-7948550037717570746</id><published>2007-11-15T04:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T04:27:51.566-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Women over 40</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Lady's you have got to read this.  It's just to cute...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;60 Minutes Correspondent Andy Rooney (CBS) As I grow in age, I value women over 40 most of all. Here are just a few reasons why: A woman over 40 will never wake you in the middle of the night and ask, "What are you thinking?" She doesn't care what you think. If a woman over 40 doesn't want to watch the game, she doesn't sit around whining about it. She does something she wants to do, and it's usually more i nteresting. Women over 40 are dignified. They seldom have a screaming match with you at the opera or in the middle of an expensive restaurant. Of course, if you deserve it, they won't hesitate to shoot you if they think they can get away with it. Older women are generous with praise, often undeserved. They know what it's like to be unappreciated. Women get psychic as they age. You never have to confess your sins to a woman over 40. Once you get past a wrinkle or two, a woman over 40 is far sexier than her younger counterpart. Older women are forthright and honest. They'll tell you right off that you are a jerk if you are acting ! like one. You don't ever have to wonder where you stand with her. Yes, we praise women over 40 for a multitude of reasons. Unfortunately, it's not reciprocal. For every stunning, smart, well-coiffed, hot woman over 40, there is a bald, paunchy relic in yellow pants making a fool of him self with some 22-year old waitress. Ladies, I apologize. For all those men who say, "Why buy the cow when you can get the milk for free?", here's an update for you. Nowadays 80% of women are against marriage. Why? Because women realize it's not worth buying an entire pig just to get a little sausage! Andy Rooney is a really smart guy!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3028560945142644751-7948550037717570746?l=bearhugs62.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bearhugs62.blogspot.com/feeds/7948550037717570746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bearhugs62.blogspot.com/2007/11/women-over-40.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3028560945142644751/posts/default/7948550037717570746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3028560945142644751/posts/default/7948550037717570746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bearhugs62.blogspot.com/2007/11/women-over-40.html' title='Women over 40'/><author><name>bearhugs62</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16428892136732951933</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-3028560945142644751.post-6380580264196080565</id><published>2007-11-12T21:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T06:02:30.333-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fabric'/><title type='text'>Fabric-fabric-fabric...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lphZXBpwlJg/Rzk6bhBIMRI/AAAAAAAAACY/zaV_ADtAjbI/s1600-h/31657ej2taoixg5.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132197494759371026" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lphZXBpwlJg/Rzk6bhBIMRI/AAAAAAAAACY/zaV_ADtAjbI/s320/31657ej2taoixg5.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry I haven't been a good blogger lately. I have been in search of a good quilt pattern. and cleaning up and organizing my fabric. To make a long story short.... I had to put my sewing machine in the shop for service. I guess I have over worked it this year. And I have been going crazy with out it. so much I want to work on but cant because my machine is not here. So I have organised my fabric by color and pattern. It will be like Christmas when I get it back. I have so much fabric it surprised me. But I still don't have all I want. I am on a race to see how much fabric I can collect. I would love to be able to have enough fabric to just walk in and pick out what I need for a project and be able to complete it with out having to wait for a ride to Savannah to pick some up. I have found myself collecting vintage clothing so I can use the fabric for my quilts. I have even found someone that swaps samples with me. I have come to believe that the one with the most Fabric wins.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3028560945142644751-6380580264196080565?l=bearhugs62.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bearhugs62.blogspot.com/feeds/6380580264196080565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bearhugs62.blogspot.com/2007/11/fabric-fabric-fabric.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3028560945142644751/posts/default/6380580264196080565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3028560945142644751/posts/default/6380580264196080565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bearhugs62.blogspot.com/2007/11/fabric-fabric-fabric.html' title='Fabric-fabric-fabric...'/><author><name>bearhugs62</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16428892136732951933</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/_lphZXBpwlJg/Rzk6bhBIMRI/AAAAAAAAACY/zaV_ADtAjbI/s72-c/31657ej2taoixg5.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3028560945142644751.post-3905173698243939727</id><published>2007-11-05T16:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T16:41:18.789-08:00</updated><title type='text'>God, in his infinite wisdom</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A man was sick and tired of going to work every day while his wife stayed home.&lt;br /&gt;He wanted her to see what he went through so he prayed:&lt;br /&gt;"Dear Lord: I go to work every day and put in 8 hours while my wife merely stays at home. I want her to know what I go through, so please allow her body to switch with mine for a day. Amen."&lt;br /&gt;God, in his infinite wisdom, granted the man's wish..&lt;br /&gt;The next morning, sure enough, the man awoke as a woman. -&lt;br /&gt;He arose, cooked breakfast for his mate,&lt;br /&gt;awakened the kids,&lt;br /&gt;set out their school clothes,&lt;br /&gt;fed them breakfast,&lt;br /&gt;packed their lunches,&lt;br /&gt;drove them to school,&lt;br /&gt;came home and&lt;br /&gt;picked up the dry cleaning,&lt;br /&gt;took it to the cleaners and&lt;br /&gt;stopped at the bank to make a deposit,&lt;br /&gt;went grocery shopping, then drove home to put away the groceries,&lt;br /&gt;paid the bills and balanced the check book.&lt;br /&gt;He cleaned the cat's litter box and bathed the dog.&lt;br /&gt;Then it was already 1P.M. and he hurried to make the beds,&lt;br /&gt;do the laundry, vacuum, dust, and sweep and&lt;br /&gt;Mop the kitchen floor.&lt;br /&gt;Ran to the school to pick up the kids and&lt;br /&gt;got into an argument with them on the way home.&lt;br /&gt;Set out milk and cookies and&lt;br /&gt;got the kids organized to do their homework,&lt;br /&gt;then set up the ironing board and&lt;br /&gt;watched TV while he did the ironing.&lt;br /&gt;At 4:30 he began peeling potatoes and&lt;br /&gt;washing vegetables for salad,&lt;br /&gt;breaded the pork chops and&lt;br /&gt;snapped fresh beans for supper.&lt;br /&gt;After supper, he cleaned the kitchen,&lt;br /&gt;ran the dishwasher,&lt;br /&gt;folded laundry,&lt;br /&gt;bathed the kids, and put them to bed.&lt;br /&gt;At 9 P.M. he was exhausted and, though his daily chores weren't finished,&lt;br /&gt;he went to bed where he was expected to make love, which he managed to get through without complaint.&lt;br /&gt;The next morning, he awoke and immediately knelt by the bed and said:&lt;br /&gt;-"Lord, I don't know what I was thinking. I was so wrong to envy my&lt;br /&gt;wife's being able to stay home all day. Please, oh! oh! please, let us&lt;br /&gt;trade back."&lt;br /&gt;The Lord, in his infinite wisdom, replied:&lt;br /&gt;"My son, I feel you have learned your lesson and I will be happy to change things back to the way they were. You'll just have to wait nine months though. You got pregnant last night."&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3028560945142644751-3905173698243939727?l=bearhugs62.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bearhugs62.blogspot.com/feeds/3905173698243939727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bearhugs62.blogspot.com/2007/11/god-in-his-infinite-wisdom.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3028560945142644751/posts/default/3905173698243939727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3028560945142644751/posts/default/3905173698243939727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bearhugs62.blogspot.com/2007/11/god-in-his-infinite-wisdom.html' title='God, in his infinite wisdom'/><author><name>bearhugs62</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16428892136732951933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3028560945142644751.post-7539511046292382427</id><published>2007-11-03T19:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-03T20:17:06.784-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Heart Broken</title><content type='html'>I start this blog out by calling it heart broken Because, A sweet little girl I have come to know through my childrens high school years, has had her whole world ripped out from under her.&lt;br /&gt;I can say this because I know how she feels. I was one in her very shoes. I call her a little girl because she is the same age as my children. And to me she still seems like the little girl I have always known. Any way she woke up this morning feeling like something was not right. You see she was expecting her first child any week now. And she just wasn't feeling up to sorts today. I finely convinced her she should co to the hospital and be checked. She just kept saying she wasn't hurting, She just didn't feel right. But to make a long story short. She went to the hospital. After an ultrasound and a few other test, The doctor told her the baby she has lovingly carried for 8 &amp;amp;1/2 months was dead inside her. They induced labor on her and are having her deliver the baby. She knows her baby is a girl. But this is so hard on her, and her labor is so very long. I know I am saying a prayer for her because I know myself how hard this will be on her.&lt;br /&gt;She would have been a wonderful mother. And I hope God can see fit to bless her with more children in the future. Even though I know she will never completely be over this. The loss of my baby has never went away. The hardest thing a mother will ever have to do is Barrie a child.&lt;br /&gt;I just pray she will be alright. please include her in your prayers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3028560945142644751-7539511046292382427?l=bearhugs62.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bearhugs62.blogspot.com/feeds/7539511046292382427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bearhugs62.blogspot.com/2007/11/heart-broken.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3028560945142644751/posts/default/7539511046292382427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3028560945142644751/posts/default/7539511046292382427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bearhugs62.blogspot.com/2007/11/heart-broken.html' title='Heart Broken'/><author><name>bearhugs62</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16428892136732951933</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-3028560945142644751.post-7840524998362124918</id><published>2007-11-02T05:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T06:58:17.851-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is to short!!!</title><content type='html'>Today my mother turns 67 years old. (My how time &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;flies&lt;/span&gt;.) She is such a wonderful person. She has always been my best friend. My whole life we have been so very close. I just don't understand how children today can have a bad relationship with there parents. I cherish everyday I can spend with my mother. I think about how lucky I am to be able to receive that morning phone call from her, As we have our coffee together and just talk on the phone. I love spending time with her. I know it sounds crazy but, Every time we hug, I  want to hold on to her forever.&lt;br /&gt;I just can't imagine not having her in my life. It scares me to think one day she will not be with me anymore.She is a breast cancer survivor .And 2 of her sister were not as lucky.Life is Just to short. I am a strong believer that we should live each day as though it is your last. And we should treat everyone as though we may never see them again. Never ever go to bed angry.       I have lost to many loved ones in my life. I lost my father a few years back. And I still feel like we didn't have enough time together.  Recently I was told by my doctor, I have to have a biopsy because I may have breast cancer to. But, I know I am a strong person. And everything will be alright. I am only righting this blog to say. Enjoy life to the fullest and smile every chance you get. And make an effort to find something to love about everyone you meet. I have never met anyone that I didn't like something about them. I have never hated anyone in my life. And I hope I never will.  Just take the time to smile today. And remember, things can't be that bad. Stuff happens , Smile or laugh, and let it go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3028560945142644751-7840524998362124918?l=bearhugs62.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bearhugs62.blogspot.com/feeds/7840524998362124918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bearhugs62.blogspot.com/2007/11/life-is-to-short.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3028560945142644751/posts/default/7840524998362124918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3028560945142644751/posts/default/7840524998362124918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bearhugs62.blogspot.com/2007/11/life-is-to-short.html' title='Life is to short!!!'/><author><name>bearhugs62</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16428892136732951933</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-3028560945142644751.post-8771138806452213868</id><published>2007-11-01T12:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T12:26:01.205-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weight watchers recipes.</title><content type='html'>Hey Everyone want a good recipe? Try this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;lemon coffee cake recipe  coffee cake recipes  weight watchers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lemon Coffee Cake&lt;br /&gt;1 pie filling recipe Watkins Lemon Dessert Mix 1/2 cup butter, softened 1 cup sour cream 1 cup granulated sugar 2 eggs 1 teaspoon Watkins Vanilla Extract 1/2 teaspoon baking soda 2 cups all-purpose flour 1 1/2 teaspoons Watkins Baking Powder 1/2 teaspoon salt&lt;br /&gt;Crumb Topping1/2 cup all-purpose flour 1/2 cup granulated sugar 1/4 cup cold butter 1 teaspoon Watkins Cinnamon 1/2 cup chopped nuts&lt;br /&gt;Prepare lemon pie filling according to recipe on label; cool.&lt;br /&gt;Combine next six ingredients in a bowl.&lt;br /&gt;Sift together the 2 cups flour, baking powder, and salt; stir into vanilla mixture. Spread half the dough in a greased and floured 13 x 9-inch baking pan; spread lemon pie filling over dough. Top with remaining dough, spreading with wet knife (if necessary to spread dough).&lt;br /&gt;With pastry blender, work remaining ingredients until mixture resembles crumbs. Sprinkle crumb topping over dough layer. Bake at 350 degrees F for 45 minutes or until topping is golden. Cool to room temperature or chill, if desired.&lt;br /&gt;Makes 15 servings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3028560945142644751-8771138806452213868?l=bearhugs62.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bearhugs62.blogspot.com/feeds/8771138806452213868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bearhugs62.blogspot.com/2007/11/weight-watchers-recipes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3028560945142644751/posts/default/8771138806452213868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3028560945142644751/posts/default/8771138806452213868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bearhugs62.blogspot.com/2007/11/weight-watchers-recipes.html' title='Weight watchers recipes.'/><author><name>bearhugs62</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16428892136732951933</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-3028560945142644751.post-2323961984155526122</id><published>2007-10-31T16:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T17:00:49.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Inquiring minds want to know...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Inquiring minds want to know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What should other's know about you?&lt;br /&gt;Feeling tongue tied?&lt;br /&gt;Try a top 10 list -&lt;br /&gt;10 things you should know about me or 10 things I love/hate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3028560945142644751-2323961984155526122?l=bearhugs62.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bearhugs62.blogspot.com/feeds/2323961984155526122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bearhugs62.blogspot.com/2007/10/inquiring-minds-want-to-know.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3028560945142644751/posts/default/2323961984155526122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3028560945142644751/posts/default/2323961984155526122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bearhugs62.blogspot.com/2007/10/inquiring-minds-want-to-know.html' title='Inquiring minds want to know...'/><author><name>bearhugs62</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16428892136732951933</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-3028560945142644751.post-5947369656259449523</id><published>2007-10-31T15:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T15:48:39.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Check out this Job description</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Check out our job description. Who wouldn't want to take this deal on??&lt;br /&gt;PARENT - Job Description This is hysterical. If it had been presented this way,I don't believe any of us would have done it!!!!POSITION :Mom, Mommy, Mama, Ma, Dad, Daddy, Dada, Pa, Pop JOB DESCRIPTION :Long term, team players needed, for challenging permanent work in an often chaotic environment.Candidates must possess excellent communication and organizational skills and be willing to work variable hours, which will include evenings and weekends and frequent 24 hour shifts on call.Some overnight travel required, including trips to primitive camping sites on rainy weekends and endless sports tournaments in far away cities!Travel expenses not reimbursed.Extensive courier duties also required.RESPONSIBILITIES :The rest of your life.Must be willing to be hated, at least temporarily,until someone needs $5.Must be willing to bite tongue repeatedly.Also, must possess the physical stamina of a pack mule and be able to go from zero to 60 mph in three seconds flat in case, this time, the screams from the backyard are not someone just crying wolf.Must be willing to face stimulating technical challenges,such as small gadget repair, mysteriously sluggish toilets and stuck zippers.Must screen phone calls, maintain calendars and coordinate production of multiple homework projects.Must have ability to plan and organize social gatherings for clients of all ages and mental outlooks.Must be willing to be indispensable one minute,an embarrassment the next.Must handle assembly and product safety testing of a half million cheap, plastic toys, and battery operated devices.Must always hope for the best but be prepared for the worst.Must assume final, complete accountability for the quality of the end product.Responsibilities also include floor maintenance and janitorial work throughout the facility.POSSIBILITY FOR ADVANCEMENT &amp;amp; PROMOTION :None.Your job is to remain in the same position for years, without complaining, constantly retraining and updating your skills,so that those in your charge can ultimately surpass you PREVIOUS EXPERIENCE :None required unfortunately.On-the-job training offered on a continually exhausting basis.WAGES AND COMPENSATION :Get this! You pay them!Offering frequent raises and bonuses.A balloon payment is due when they turn 18 because of the assumption that college will help them become financially independent.When you die, you give them whatever is left.The oddest thing about this reverse-salary scheme is that you actually enjoy it and wish you could only do more.BENEFITS :While no health or dental insurance, no pension,no tuition reimbursement, no paid holidays and no stock options are offered;this job supplies limitless opportunities for personal growth, unconditional love,and free hugs and kisses for life if you play your cards right.Forward this on to all the PARENTS you know, in appreciation for everything they do on a daily basis,letting them know they are appreciated for the fabulous job they do...or forward with love to anyone thinking of applying for the job.&lt;br /&gt;** AND A FOOTNOTE -- THERE IS NO RETIREMENT -- EVER!!! **&lt;br /&gt;If you are fortunate enough you will become grandparents!   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3028560945142644751-5947369656259449523?l=bearhugs62.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bearhugs62.blogspot.com/feeds/5947369656259449523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bearhugs62.blogspot.com/2007/10/check-out-this-job-description.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3028560945142644751/posts/default/5947369656259449523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3028560945142644751/posts/default/5947369656259449523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bearhugs62.blogspot.com/2007/10/check-out-this-job-description.html' title='Check out this Job description'/><author><name>bearhugs62</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16428892136732951933</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-3028560945142644751.post-6815853939061075030</id><published>2007-10-23T19:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T19:59:31.069-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Smell all the flowers in your garden</title><content type='html'>You know sometimes you have to stop and smell the flowers. My day started out pretty routine.&lt;br /&gt;The same as it always does. up by 5 am . As I send my two men off to work , I have my 2 cups of coffee,  vacuum, make beds  start a load of wash. and its off to my sewing room . To work on a quilt for my grandson. "Oh, before I go any farther you should all know. I don't really have 2 men .It's not like that at all. I have my husband and my son. LOL. But as I was saying, I worked on my quilt for a while. And about 9:00 my mother called. She was board . You have to understand something about my mother, She is a very beautiful single 66 year old.&lt;br /&gt;She is very young at heart. I mean this lady has had more dates in the past year then I had in my teens. Heck I should say more then I had in my life. But, she called me because she was board. So I tell her I will come and get her. I tell her to call when she is ready. She says. Honey I was ready when I called. OK first of all I was wearing sweat pants and an old T-shirt.  House cleaning clothes. She did not care come on. So I grabbed some shoes drove to the other end of town and pulled in her drive. I didn't even have time to turn off the key. And she was at my window. OK we come home for me to clean up. Me, not the house. and head to town.  while we are making our rounds,  We are stopped by one good looking man after another. all of them had to stop an say hi to my mother. And let me tell you half of the men flirting with her were not much older then me.  I have always said I hope when I am her age I can only pray to look as good as my mother. But anyway, we got on the subject of MEN... OK wrong thing to do with my mom. But being the insane person I am . I had to ask her what she looked for in a man. What was her idea man. OK here it was she said , I use to not be sure what kind of man I really wanted. I have spent most of my life looking. But now I know.  I said well what the answer.  Well honey first he has to be breathing. hahahaha.  But that's not all. I need a man that will be loving, kind, and always treat me like there's no one else in the world when we our together. And a lot of money would not hurt. ha,ha,ha,ha,. So  I ask her , If you have figured out what you are looking for in a man. Why do you still date so much .  She said I may know ,what I want. I just haven't found that man yet. And until  I do, I am going to smell all the flowers in the garden. You know I never looked at it that way before.  But I think maybe that's what keeps her so young.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3028560945142644751-6815853939061075030?l=bearhugs62.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bearhugs62.blogspot.com/feeds/6815853939061075030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bearhugs62.blogspot.com/2007/10/smell-all-flowers-in-your-garden.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3028560945142644751/posts/default/6815853939061075030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3028560945142644751/posts/default/6815853939061075030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bearhugs62.blogspot.com/2007/10/smell-all-flowers-in-your-garden.html' title='Smell all the flowers in your garden'/><author><name>bearhugs62</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16428892136732951933</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-3028560945142644751.post-8142659146237433081</id><published>2007-10-12T08:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T08:20:57.685-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pet peeves</title><content type='html'>Go on, tell me about your pet peeves.&lt;br /&gt;Do you have any pet peeves about your family.&lt;br /&gt;Or your friends. How about teenagers today.&lt;br /&gt;And whats with those waitress,&lt;br /&gt; that think you have all the time in the world.&lt;br /&gt;I think people don't care who they put to work any more.&lt;br /&gt;I would have to think twice about some of these people,&lt;br /&gt;They should not be allowed to work around others.&lt;br /&gt;And whats with family that think you are a bank.&lt;br /&gt;Not just a bank. One that never has to be paid back.&lt;br /&gt;Come on people get a life.&lt;br /&gt;And our spouses , What's with the fact.&lt;br /&gt;If someone else needs help with something he's there.&lt;br /&gt;But don't even ask them to pick up there mess or fold clothes.&lt;br /&gt;Come on girls.&lt;br /&gt;I know I not alone with this.&lt;br /&gt;Whats your pet peeves????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3028560945142644751-8142659146237433081?l=bearhugs62.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bearhugs62.blogspot.com/feeds/8142659146237433081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bearhugs62.blogspot.com/2007/10/pet-peeves.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3028560945142644751/posts/default/8142659146237433081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3028560945142644751/posts/default/8142659146237433081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bearhugs62.blogspot.com/2007/10/pet-peeves.html' title='pet peeves'/><author><name>bearhugs62</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16428892136732951933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3028560945142644751.post-4577882219998038022</id><published>2007-10-10T08:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T10:18:17.423-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boomerangs</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;As they say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;My children are boomerangs...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prepair your self ladys, if you don't have this problem, there is a 50 percent chance you will in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boomerang...&lt;br /&gt;How odd is this phrase - The meaning for a boomerang is that you throw it; it goes out and then returns to you . I guess we all raise our children to be boomerangs all the time -when they are young. we send them everywhere and we do want them to return, but when they are adults,we send them out to live independently - and you never plan to have them return home again. At least not to live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they boomerang back home , it can put stress on us all, because as much as we love our children - we all know the reasons they boomerang home it is because of problems they encountered.&lt;br /&gt;And they expect us to bail them out. When you have a son almost 23 that boomerangs home constantly. And when he returns home, both him and his father seems to think you should be his maid. And, he becomes a messy toddler again.&lt;br /&gt; Not really, but it seems that way.&lt;br /&gt;It can really put a lot of stress on your marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean "Oh my god" he's not a baby. He is a grown man that should have responsibility's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And don't even get me started on our daughter. She claims to be a strong independent 24 year old single mother. That refuses to come home to let us help with the baby.&lt;br /&gt;But, continuously she call mommy &amp; daddy for money.&lt;br /&gt;And being, what he thinks is the perfect father.&lt;br /&gt;He rushes to send it to her. Even if it puts us in a bind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am at the point. I want to divorce them all.&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong, I love my husband very much.&lt;br /&gt;And I will always love my children.&lt;br /&gt;But it seems more and more every day,&lt;br /&gt;I am disappearing in my own house.&lt;br /&gt;I am constantly being told to let it go. She will grow up one day.&lt;br /&gt;And when it comes to my needs they always have to wait.&lt;br /&gt; Because money is to tight.&lt;br /&gt;I mean the last time I bought clothes was when he was in Iraq.&lt;br /&gt;And then it was necessities.&lt;br /&gt;I have tried talking to him. He don't want to hear it.&lt;br /&gt;Because I am the one that's wrong.&lt;br /&gt;Please tell me, Is it me ? am I the evil Bitch... They all say I am.&lt;br /&gt;All I want is to grow old with my husband.&lt;br /&gt;I have spent to many years waiting for this time in our life.&lt;br /&gt;I need advice !!! Any suggestions ? Please help....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3028560945142644751-4577882219998038022?l=bearhugs62.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bearhugs62.blogspot.com/feeds/4577882219998038022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bearhugs62.blogspot.com/2007/10/boomerangs.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3028560945142644751/posts/default/4577882219998038022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3028560945142644751/posts/default/4577882219998038022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bearhugs62.blogspot.com/2007/10/boomerangs.html' title='Boomerangs'/><author><name>bearhugs62</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16428892136732951933</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-3028560945142644751.post-8432060751383094433</id><published>2007-10-06T16:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T10:28:36.335-08:00</updated><title type='text'>That inner peace</title><content type='html'>Have you ever found that moment in the middle of the night.&lt;br /&gt;That single moment when in the dark.&lt;br /&gt;It is so quite, you can hear your on heart beating.&lt;br /&gt;And you can hear the clock ticking from the other room.&lt;br /&gt;And in that quite, You take the time to reflect on your life.&lt;br /&gt;and realize. At that very moment,&lt;br /&gt;You have inner peace.&lt;br /&gt;And everything seems so perfect.&lt;br /&gt;And you know in your heart,&lt;br /&gt;You are exactly where you were meant to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though we moan and groan,&lt;br /&gt;Bitch and gripe.about our spouses.&lt;br /&gt;And, God knows we have earned that wright.&lt;br /&gt;We all have to admit there was a time,&lt;br /&gt;When you could look in his eyes.&lt;br /&gt;And Just Know.....&lt;br /&gt;Can you remember. What it was like way back when,&lt;br /&gt;When we fell in love with that wonderful person we are lying next to.&lt;br /&gt;And even though it seems sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;He's not the same man you fell in love with.&lt;br /&gt;You have to know in your heart,&lt;br /&gt;Your not the same quite sweet girl he fell in love with either.&lt;br /&gt;Somehow through the years, We become hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some call it becoming strong,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in our every day rut we seem to forget how to Smile.&lt;br /&gt;You seem to put laughter on the back burner.&lt;br /&gt;And romance is not our priority.&lt;br /&gt;We seem to forget how to make time in our life,&lt;br /&gt;To turn back the clock, and become the person we once was.&lt;br /&gt;We need to always remember.&lt;br /&gt;To make wonderful memories of your life together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people search there whole life for what you have found.&lt;br /&gt;I know, Because I am blessed so much to be one of the lucky one.&lt;br /&gt;And I wish the same for you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3028560945142644751-8432060751383094433?l=bearhugs62.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bearhugs62.blogspot.com/feeds/8432060751383094433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bearhugs62.blogspot.com/2007/10/that-inner-peace.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3028560945142644751/posts/default/8432060751383094433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3028560945142644751/posts/default/8432060751383094433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bearhugs62.blogspot.com/2007/10/that-inner-peace.html' title='That inner peace'/><author><name>bearhugs62</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16428892136732951933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3028560945142644751.post-3553751013268607584</id><published>2007-10-05T16:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T16:47:54.287-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New at This!!!</title><content type='html'>Yea,&lt;br /&gt;  Here I am trying to figure all of this out.&lt;br /&gt;Never &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Blogged&lt;/span&gt; before.&lt;br /&gt;But, This is for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Mommasong&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I knew I would get on here and draw a blank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Maybe&lt;/span&gt; next time it will be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;easier&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;                                          &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Bearhugs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3028560945142644751-3553751013268607584?l=bearhugs62.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bearhugs62.blogspot.com/feeds/3553751013268607584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bearhugs62.blogspot.com/2007/10/new-at-this.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3028560945142644751/posts/default/3553751013268607584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3028560945142644751/posts/default/3553751013268607584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bearhugs62.blogspot.com/2007/10/new-at-this.html' title='New at This!!!'/><author><name>bearhugs62</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16428892136732951933</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></feed>
