<?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-3481755008829862390</id><updated>2011-12-01T14:40:34.671-05:00</updated><category term='oil'/><category term='Picasa'/><category term='cinnamon rolls'/><category term='wheat bread'/><category term='Kitchen Mill'/><category term='bread making'/><category term='quilts'/><category term='Bosch'/><category term='yeast'/><category term='bread'/><category term='wheat berries'/><category term='JaNae&apos;s wheat bread recipe'/><category term='baby doll carrier'/><category term='honey'/><category term='salt'/><category term='flannel'/><category term='cats'/><category term='Lighted Kniting Needles'/><category term='wheat'/><category term='Lighted Crochet Hooks'/><category term='white flour'/><category term='allergy symptoms'/><title type='text'>Life in the Empty Nest</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemptynestlife.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481755008829862390/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemptynestlife.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14690842475770399580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zfSENSMi0BU/Tkk7OtUdBfI/AAAAAAAABTI/D4Kp_Pd64dY/s220/IMG_3652copy7.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>76</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3481755008829862390.post-8215872125991459726</id><published>2011-12-01T14:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T14:40:34.678-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Special Christmas Pillow</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OJrGiShv_fo/TtfXnlmTJ5I/AAAAAAAABdg/2N48F2lPgMo/s1600/IMG_7511copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="427" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OJrGiShv_fo/TtfXnlmTJ5I/AAAAAAAABdg/2N48F2lPgMo/s640/IMG_7511copy.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;When you get all snuggled into your bed&lt;br /&gt;And upon this special pillow place your head&lt;br /&gt;Put a smile on your face &lt;br /&gt;And fill your heart with joy&lt;br /&gt;When you think of these words spoken to each girl and boy&lt;br /&gt;By a prophet named Gordon B. Hinckley.&lt;br /&gt;I can remember his love for us distinctly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We can all be a little kinder, a little more patient,&lt;br /&gt;a little more helpful."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, aren't his words delightful?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We can reach out to ones who are in distress,&lt;br /&gt;we can replace anger with love, and put out all selfishness.&lt;br /&gt;We can get on our knees and pray&lt;br /&gt;then stand on our feet to bless."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, when you are ready for bed each night&lt;br /&gt;And all tucked in tight&lt;br /&gt;Don't forget to celebrate with kindness, patience and love: the real reason&lt;br /&gt;For remembering our Savior this Christmas season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Joyce Messick&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3481755008829862390-8215872125991459726?l=theemptynestlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemptynestlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8215872125991459726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3481755008829862390&amp;postID=8215872125991459726&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481755008829862390/posts/default/8215872125991459726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481755008829862390/posts/default/8215872125991459726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemptynestlife.blogspot.com/2011/12/special-christmas-pillow.html' title='The Special Christmas Pillow'/><author><name>Joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14690842475770399580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zfSENSMi0BU/Tkk7OtUdBfI/AAAAAAAABTI/D4Kp_Pd64dY/s220/IMG_3652copy7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OJrGiShv_fo/TtfXnlmTJ5I/AAAAAAAABdg/2N48F2lPgMo/s72-c/IMG_7511copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3481755008829862390.post-514955939630109206</id><published>2011-10-20T14:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-20T14:04:45.642-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Lucy</title><content type='html'>She was happy for a few minutes and the light coming through the window in the back bedroom was just right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-o7kCebvGC2A/TqBiPisk-vI/AAAAAAAABYY/mQ_7AIngZNw/s1600/IMG_6074copylr.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="512" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-o7kCebvGC2A/TqBiPisk-vI/AAAAAAAABYY/mQ_7AIngZNw/s640/IMG_6074copylr.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KGMNxKVXv1M/TqBiSpDSqnI/AAAAAAAABYg/z6y5_1inSaQ/s1600/IMG_6093copylr.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KGMNxKVXv1M/TqBiSpDSqnI/AAAAAAAABYg/z6y5_1inSaQ/s640/IMG_6093copylr.jpg" width="512" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3481755008829862390-514955939630109206?l=theemptynestlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemptynestlife.blogspot.com/feeds/514955939630109206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3481755008829862390&amp;postID=514955939630109206&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481755008829862390/posts/default/514955939630109206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481755008829862390/posts/default/514955939630109206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemptynestlife.blogspot.com/2011/10/little-lucy.html' title='Little Lucy'/><author><name>Joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14690842475770399580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zfSENSMi0BU/Tkk7OtUdBfI/AAAAAAAABTI/D4Kp_Pd64dY/s220/IMG_3652copy7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-o7kCebvGC2A/TqBiPisk-vI/AAAAAAAABYY/mQ_7AIngZNw/s72-c/IMG_6074copylr.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3481755008829862390.post-6002234723690852804</id><published>2011-10-07T15:06:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-07T17:40:29.636-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ryan's Family</title><content type='html'>I love living so close to family!! We had so much fun taking these photos.  The barn in the background just called out to us, "Come and take your photos here!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6jUN9-ZDwJY/To9La2vgzwI/AAAAAAAABWM/03tJDBduB_4/s1600/IMG_5345copylr.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="427" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6jUN9-ZDwJY/To9La2vgzwI/AAAAAAAABWM/03tJDBduB_4/s640/IMG_5345copylr.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy-daughter photos are priceless and my favorite.&amp;nbsp; A vintage look...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vQ6uIHAJhxQ/To9eN87-2XI/AAAAAAAABXA/ABfH7cBXD28/s1600/IMG_5478copy+vintage+tintedlrwm.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vQ6uIHAJhxQ/To9eN87-2XI/AAAAAAAABXA/ABfH7cBXD28/s640/IMG_5478copy+vintage+tintedlrwm.jpg" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8QqIin5vldc/To9Lbs6Pi6I/AAAAAAAABWk/umWawKlE4D0/s1600/IMG_5440copylr.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8QqIin5vldc/To9Lbs6Pi6I/AAAAAAAABWk/umWawKlE4D0/s640/IMG_5440copylr.jpg" width="427" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet Baby Face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nqcgZ0utLc0/To9Lb7rj55I/AAAAAAAABWs/JUsFF5EV_2s/s1600/IMG_5479copylr.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nqcgZ0utLc0/To9Lb7rj55I/AAAAAAAABWs/JUsFF5EV_2s/s640/IMG_5479copylr.jpg" width="427" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confident and Sophisticated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AZ2mhIo8tV0/To9Lsj4tOdI/AAAAAAAABW0/OB2wIgE-m9c/s1600/IMG_5505copylr.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AZ2mhIo8tV0/To9Lsj4tOdI/AAAAAAAABW0/OB2wIgE-m9c/s640/IMG_5505copylr.jpg" width="532" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sugar and Spice and Everything Nice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UwL5AKjRvhA/To9Ls9WVVVI/AAAAAAAABW8/43b3CWpoHFs/s1600/IMG_5370copylr.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="427" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UwL5AKjRvhA/To9Ls9WVVVI/AAAAAAAABW8/43b3CWpoHFs/s640/IMG_5370copylr.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3481755008829862390-6002234723690852804?l=theemptynestlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemptynestlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6002234723690852804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3481755008829862390&amp;postID=6002234723690852804&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481755008829862390/posts/default/6002234723690852804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481755008829862390/posts/default/6002234723690852804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemptynestlife.blogspot.com/2011/10/ryans-family.html' title='Ryan&apos;s Family'/><author><name>Joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14690842475770399580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zfSENSMi0BU/Tkk7OtUdBfI/AAAAAAAABTI/D4Kp_Pd64dY/s220/IMG_3652copy7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6jUN9-ZDwJY/To9La2vgzwI/AAAAAAAABWM/03tJDBduB_4/s72-c/IMG_5345copylr.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3481755008829862390.post-5676757090982961602</id><published>2011-09-25T08:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-25T08:18:29.808-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Shooting Photos in Salt Lake City</title><content type='html'>The door knobs on the front doors of the Temple.  No one goes in or out of these doors but many brides and grooms stand in front of them for photos. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Dm4_hULMAoc/Tn8W-8WmqDI/AAAAAAAABT0/4K7jlGUZqSo/s1600/IMG_4753copylr.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="512" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Dm4_hULMAoc/Tn8W-8WmqDI/AAAAAAAABT0/4K7jlGUZqSo/s640/IMG_4753copylr.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Detail on the Joseph Smith Memorial Building&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P01O4vidH98/Tn8W-xjjevI/AAAAAAAABT8/g8vz_yZM6Fk/s1600/IMG_4773copy5lr.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="496" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P01O4vidH98/Tn8W-xjjevI/AAAAAAAABT8/g8vz_yZM6Fk/s640/IMG_4773copy5lr.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Salt Lake City Temple.  Freedom and Peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Rit-hrePBDU/Tn8W_OE9uHI/AAAAAAAABUE/AYCBc_Hx3NY/s1600/IMG_4789copylr.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Rit-hrePBDU/Tn8W_OE9uHI/AAAAAAAABUE/AYCBc_Hx3NY/s640/IMG_4789copylr.jpg" width="512" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qNcGJJymMx0/Tn8W_T4QGVI/AAAAAAAABUM/euadnTzxtjk/s1600/IMG_4789copy8x10lr.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qNcGJJymMx0/Tn8W_T4QGVI/AAAAAAAABUM/euadnTzxtjk/s640/IMG_4789copy8x10lr.jpg" width="512" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3481755008829862390-5676757090982961602?l=theemptynestlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemptynestlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5676757090982961602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3481755008829862390&amp;postID=5676757090982961602&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481755008829862390/posts/default/5676757090982961602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481755008829862390/posts/default/5676757090982961602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemptynestlife.blogspot.com/2011/09/shooting-photos-in-salt-lake-city.html' title='Shooting Photos in Salt Lake City'/><author><name>Joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14690842475770399580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zfSENSMi0BU/Tkk7OtUdBfI/AAAAAAAABTI/D4Kp_Pd64dY/s220/IMG_3652copy7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Dm4_hULMAoc/Tn8W-8WmqDI/AAAAAAAABT0/4K7jlGUZqSo/s72-c/IMG_4753copylr.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3481755008829862390.post-2578539420702233652</id><published>2011-08-04T21:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-04T21:51:55.257-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Peaches</title><content type='html'>A cooler day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ywi3i9gnRGg/TjtMJA9yilI/AAAAAAAABSw/bj8WwfnGopg/s1600/IMG_3545copylr.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ywi3i9gnRGg/TjtMJA9yilI/AAAAAAAABSw/bj8WwfnGopg/s640/IMG_3545copylr.jpg" width="427" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;No baby yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2WUE4uwmyX0/TjtMJd-eEzI/AAAAAAAABS4/GqkdBx1N4-c/s1600/IMG_3567copylr.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2WUE4uwmyX0/TjtMJd-eEzI/AAAAAAAABS4/GqkdBx1N4-c/s640/IMG_3567copylr.jpg" width="427" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Beautiful hills of Virginia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7MzHavGMni4/TjtMJbOpBnI/AAAAAAAABTA/JiUyNTIPwZQ/s1600/IMG_3529copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="427" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7MzHavGMni4/TjtMJbOpBnI/AAAAAAAABTA/JiUyNTIPwZQ/s640/IMG_3529copy.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3481755008829862390-2578539420702233652?l=theemptynestlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemptynestlife.blogspot.com/feeds/2578539420702233652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3481755008829862390&amp;postID=2578539420702233652&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481755008829862390/posts/default/2578539420702233652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481755008829862390/posts/default/2578539420702233652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemptynestlife.blogspot.com/2011/08/peaches.html' title='Peaches'/><author><name>Joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14690842475770399580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zfSENSMi0BU/Tkk7OtUdBfI/AAAAAAAABTI/D4Kp_Pd64dY/s220/IMG_3652copy7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ywi3i9gnRGg/TjtMJA9yilI/AAAAAAAABSw/bj8WwfnGopg/s72-c/IMG_3545copylr.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3481755008829862390.post-8406630848955801672</id><published>2011-07-18T10:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-18T10:18:38.244-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Reunion</title><content type='html'>A week of glorious fun and relaxation at Lake Anna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HPwLV7l47wc/TiQ_8xNuePI/AAAAAAAABQY/xd-PVcV5aR0/s1600/IMG_2574copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="427" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HPwLV7l47wc/TiQ_8xNuePI/AAAAAAAABQY/xd-PVcV5aR0/s640/IMG_2574copy.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5_BiGak9Sd8/TiQ_9GaRJYI/AAAAAAAABQg/LC7w8OyOvYA/s1600/IMG_2545lr.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="427" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5_BiGak9Sd8/TiQ_9GaRJYI/AAAAAAAABQg/LC7w8OyOvYA/s640/IMG_2545lr.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3481755008829862390-8406630848955801672?l=theemptynestlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemptynestlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8406630848955801672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3481755008829862390&amp;postID=8406630848955801672&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481755008829862390/posts/default/8406630848955801672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481755008829862390/posts/default/8406630848955801672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemptynestlife.blogspot.com/2011/07/family-reunion.html' title='Family Reunion'/><author><name>Joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14690842475770399580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zfSENSMi0BU/Tkk7OtUdBfI/AAAAAAAABTI/D4Kp_Pd64dY/s220/IMG_3652copy7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HPwLV7l47wc/TiQ_8xNuePI/AAAAAAAABQY/xd-PVcV5aR0/s72-c/IMG_2574copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3481755008829862390.post-8600347604297776816</id><published>2011-05-25T15:16:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-27T11:41:52.516-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Living A Dream</title><content type='html'>Having fun with a new camera and photo processing software.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bRg8AQ_mEvo/Td1V7ntd0AI/AAAAAAAABFQ/x8m8L-top_o/s1600/IMG_1084copy%2Bhazelrwithsig.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bRg8AQ_mEvo/Td1V7ntd0AI/AAAAAAAABFQ/x8m8L-top_o/s650/IMG_1084copy%2Bhazelrwithsig.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610735193533829122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tmnODKuqhyc/Td1V7dz5p6I/AAAAAAAABFI/dFqAXu8y934/s1600/IMG_0937copy9%2Bcopywithsig.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tmnODKuqhyc/Td1V7dz5p6I/AAAAAAAABFI/dFqAXu8y934/s650/IMG_0937copy9%2Bcopywithsig.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610735190876465058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NAh7Lq4N6T4/Td1V63UZuVI/AAAAAAAABFA/OHX5EGIytfc/s1600/IMG_1164withsig.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NAh7Lq4N6T4/Td1V63UZuVI/AAAAAAAABFA/OHX5EGIytfc/s650/IMG_1164withsig.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610735180543801682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3481755008829862390-8600347604297776816?l=theemptynestlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemptynestlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8600347604297776816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3481755008829862390&amp;postID=8600347604297776816&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481755008829862390/posts/default/8600347604297776816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481755008829862390/posts/default/8600347604297776816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemptynestlife.blogspot.com/2011/05/living-dream.html' title='Living A Dream'/><author><name>Joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14690842475770399580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zfSENSMi0BU/Tkk7OtUdBfI/AAAAAAAABTI/D4Kp_Pd64dY/s220/IMG_3652copy7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bRg8AQ_mEvo/Td1V7ntd0AI/AAAAAAAABFQ/x8m8L-top_o/s72-c/IMG_1084copy%2Bhazelrwithsig.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3481755008829862390.post-3879776591783511685</id><published>2011-01-06T17:12:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T17:19:54.520-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My adventure in Online Dating</title><content type='html'>I have tip-toed in and out of several online dating sites.  I answered a few basic questions about myself - age, height, hair color, location, church activity and a few more boring details.  I did the bare minimum by describing myself as – fun.  Then with the excitement of a 14 yr old going to her first school dance, I did the advanced search for men, aged 56 – 62.  The first searches showed the guys close to my hometown.  I widened the search – read a few descriptions, got nervous, deleted my profile and logged out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will let you know when I get brave enough to add a profile picture, expand on the description of myself and keep my profile active for more than 15 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, I am having a great time with these cuties who live next door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/TSY_zRI2WFI/AAAAAAAABEY/2IvKvdBf_EM/s1600/DSC_0181.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/TSY_zRI2WFI/AAAAAAAABEY/2IvKvdBf_EM/s400/DSC_0181.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559200940041853010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3481755008829862390-3879776591783511685?l=theemptynestlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemptynestlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3879776591783511685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3481755008829862390&amp;postID=3879776591783511685&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481755008829862390/posts/default/3879776591783511685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481755008829862390/posts/default/3879776591783511685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemptynestlife.blogspot.com/2011/01/my-adventure-in-online-dating.html' title='My adventure in Online Dating'/><author><name>Joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14690842475770399580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zfSENSMi0BU/Tkk7OtUdBfI/AAAAAAAABTI/D4Kp_Pd64dY/s220/IMG_3652copy7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/TSY_zRI2WFI/AAAAAAAABEY/2IvKvdBf_EM/s72-c/DSC_0181.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3481755008829862390.post-1747603221905004523</id><published>2009-04-30T18:52:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T19:59:16.321-04:00</updated><title type='text'>One Skirt = Three Little Dresses</title><content type='html'>Now that I am an upcycler/recycler extraordinare, I don't see ready-made clothing as something to buy and wear.  Oh no, they are just pieces of fabric. Designer fabrics that can't be purchased at my local fabric store. Fabrics just waiting to be fashioned into something smashingly cute.&lt;br /&gt;Take a look at this skirt.  When I saw it at my favorite store, my brain was telling me, "This is not just a BIG skirt - It is a skirt with a LOT of fabric for only $8.00." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/SfotN2D0-VI/AAAAAAAABCk/h2AZb5FeOpg/s1600-h/DSC05754.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330622824819521874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/SfotN2D0-VI/AAAAAAAABCk/h2AZb5FeOpg/s400/DSC05754.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe with some clever folding, cutting and sewing, I could make a few of these little dresses:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/SfotIoas_AI/AAAAAAAABCE/-XUOHi-6t9M/s1600-h/DSC05767.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330622735258024962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/SfotIoas_AI/AAAAAAAABCE/-XUOHi-6t9M/s400/DSC05767.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can do it too!!&lt;br /&gt;From the waistband to hem, fold the skirt into thirds. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/SfotJJ4u30I/AAAAAAAABCc/msmIzzf0Chg/s1600-h/DSC05755.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330622744242347842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/SfotJJ4u30I/AAAAAAAABCc/msmIzzf0Chg/s400/DSC05755.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, from the waistband to hem, fold all the layers of the skirt in half.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/SfotI_IemjI/AAAAAAAABCU/QDshS7E_x9c/s1600-h/DSC05760.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330622741355600434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/SfotI_IemjI/AAAAAAAABCU/QDshS7E_x9c/s400/DSC05760.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cut out a size 12-18 month 'swing' dress pattern.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/SfotI2nUTKI/AAAAAAAABCM/yJNF_BSUZEc/s1600-h/DSC05763.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330622739069029538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/SfotI2nUTKI/AAAAAAAABCM/yJNF_BSUZEc/s400/DSC05763.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It makes three of these:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/SfotIik9-nI/AAAAAAAABB8/uTdz2iLq9HE/s1600-h/DSC05784.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330622733690468978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/SfotIik9-nI/AAAAAAAABB8/uTdz2iLq9HE/s400/DSC05784.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3481755008829862390-1747603221905004523?l=theemptynestlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemptynestlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1747603221905004523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3481755008829862390&amp;postID=1747603221905004523&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481755008829862390/posts/default/1747603221905004523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481755008829862390/posts/default/1747603221905004523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemptynestlife.blogspot.com/2009/04/one-skirt-three-little-dresses.html' title='One Skirt = Three Little Dresses'/><author><name>Joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14690842475770399580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zfSENSMi0BU/Tkk7OtUdBfI/AAAAAAAABTI/D4Kp_Pd64dY/s220/IMG_3652copy7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/SfotN2D0-VI/AAAAAAAABCk/h2AZb5FeOpg/s72-c/DSC05754.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3481755008829862390.post-2602473262731353054</id><published>2009-04-28T18:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T19:18:15.579-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sewing Sassy Aprons</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/SfeKfkBMPJI/AAAAAAAABBE/Q--U0WkpGKA/s1600-h/DSC05776.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/SfeKfkBMPJI/AAAAAAAABBE/Q--U0WkpGKA/s400/DSC05776.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329880958865521810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My gift to you - well, some of you.  To my girlfriends or brides-to-be or to someone who has been especially nice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3481755008829862390-2602473262731353054?l=theemptynestlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemptynestlife.blogspot.com/feeds/2602473262731353054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3481755008829862390&amp;postID=2602473262731353054&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481755008829862390/posts/default/2602473262731353054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481755008829862390/posts/default/2602473262731353054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemptynestlife.blogspot.com/2009/04/sewing-sassy-aprons.html' title='Sewing Sassy Aprons'/><author><name>Joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14690842475770399580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zfSENSMi0BU/Tkk7OtUdBfI/AAAAAAAABTI/D4Kp_Pd64dY/s220/IMG_3652copy7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/SfeKfkBMPJI/AAAAAAAABBE/Q--U0WkpGKA/s72-c/DSC05776.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3481755008829862390.post-2941050405651084920</id><published>2009-04-18T17:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T17:42:58.516-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Recently Seen G'Kids</title><content type='html'>Avery: On the slide at the park.  At the zoo wearing the inspiration for my &lt;a href="http://theemptynestlife.blogspot.com/2009/04/upcycle-project-1.html"&gt;Upcycle #1 project.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/SepGmjmYx5I/AAAAAAAABA0/K_auZsGMUNo/s1600-h/gina+and+kids+in+SL+Apr+20092.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/_TuLX6eifxLk/SepGmjmYx5I/AAAAAAAABA0/K_auZsGMUNo/s400/gina+and+kids+in+SL+Apr+20092.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326147137524254610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackson:  On the ferry in Galveston.         In the Gopher Tube at the zoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/SepGjVwTWgI/AAAAAAAABAs/wP_EPPM_EqA/s1600-h/gina+and+kids+in+SL+Apr+20091.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/_TuLX6eifxLk/SepGjVwTWgI/AAAAAAAABAs/wP_EPPM_EqA/s400/gina+and+kids+in+SL+Apr+20091.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326147082268137986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ruby:  Easter Morning.  At home wearing Upcycle Project #3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/SepGcUR_qrI/AAAAAAAABAk/_wkNZZqIgsY/s1600-h/April+2009.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/_TuLX6eifxLk/SepGcUR_qrI/AAAAAAAABAk/_wkNZZqIgsY/s400/April+2009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326146961613499058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://theemptynestlife.blogspot.com/2009/04/upcycle-project-1.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3481755008829862390-2941050405651084920?l=theemptynestlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemptynestlife.blogspot.com/feeds/2941050405651084920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3481755008829862390&amp;postID=2941050405651084920&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481755008829862390/posts/default/2941050405651084920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481755008829862390/posts/default/2941050405651084920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemptynestlife.blogspot.com/2009/04/recently-seen-gkids.html' title='The Recently Seen G&apos;Kids'/><author><name>Joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14690842475770399580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zfSENSMi0BU/Tkk7OtUdBfI/AAAAAAAABTI/D4Kp_Pd64dY/s220/IMG_3652copy7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/SepGmjmYx5I/AAAAAAAABA0/K_auZsGMUNo/s72-c/gina+and+kids+in+SL+Apr+20092.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3481755008829862390.post-4294203084854609790</id><published>2009-04-06T23:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T23:34:02.231-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Frumpy to Sassy</title><content type='html'>When Gina saw this skirt in the craft/sewing closet (aka the Magic Closet), she instantly said, "I always wanted a pencil skirt."  And she proceeded to cut it shorter and sew about 8 inches off the sides.  &lt;br /&gt;In 30 minutes this skirt went from a frumpy size 14&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/SdrILmQuGFI/AAAAAAAABAU/u0PMnRxpeC8/s1600-h/DSC05623.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/SdrILmQuGFI/AAAAAAAABAU/u0PMnRxpeC8/s400/DSC05623.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321786011266455634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To a sassy size 6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/SdrIQh_VgjI/AAAAAAAABAc/YKs56A9Akg8/s1600-h/DSC05629.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/SdrIQh_VgjI/AAAAAAAABAc/YKs56A9Akg8/s400/DSC05629.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321786096019145266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3481755008829862390-4294203084854609790?l=theemptynestlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemptynestlife.blogspot.com/feeds/4294203084854609790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3481755008829862390&amp;postID=4294203084854609790&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481755008829862390/posts/default/4294203084854609790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481755008829862390/posts/default/4294203084854609790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemptynestlife.blogspot.com/2009/04/frumpy-to-sassy.html' title='Frumpy to Sassy'/><author><name>Joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14690842475770399580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zfSENSMi0BU/Tkk7OtUdBfI/AAAAAAAABTI/D4Kp_Pd64dY/s220/IMG_3652copy7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/SdrILmQuGFI/AAAAAAAABAU/u0PMnRxpeC8/s72-c/DSC05623.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3481755008829862390.post-3714234862451403256</id><published>2009-04-06T10:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T10:28:58.492-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Upcycle Project #2</title><content type='html'>It was so easy to make this peasant dress out of the body of the shirt.  Using bias tape I made a casing in the neck for the elastic.  Then put elastic in the hem of the sleeves. The original hem of the shirt becomes the hem of the dress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/SdoQnmUYWxI/AAAAAAAABAM/td7QjeormVA/s1600-h/DSC05605.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 230px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/SdoQnmUYWxI/AAAAAAAABAM/td7QjeormVA/s400/DSC05605.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321584182178634514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3481755008829862390-3714234862451403256?l=theemptynestlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemptynestlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3714234862451403256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3481755008829862390&amp;postID=3714234862451403256&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481755008829862390/posts/default/3714234862451403256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481755008829862390/posts/default/3714234862451403256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemptynestlife.blogspot.com/2009/04/upcycle-project-2.html' title='Upcycle Project #2'/><author><name>Joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14690842475770399580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zfSENSMi0BU/Tkk7OtUdBfI/AAAAAAAABTI/D4Kp_Pd64dY/s220/IMG_3652copy7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/SdoQnmUYWxI/AAAAAAAABAM/td7QjeormVA/s72-c/DSC05605.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3481755008829862390.post-8806963059370589601</id><published>2009-04-03T16:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T16:59:34.908-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Upcycle Project #1</title><content type='html'>This old shirt of mine was in the “give away pile”.   After close inspection and some inspiration from Gina, I figured out a fun way to change it into a jumper for Avery.  First, I cut off the ¾ length sleeves and the collar.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/SdZ3ufauFQI/AAAAAAAABAE/qm6YCzFd9eI/s1600-h/DSC05485.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320571650376078594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/SdZ3ufauFQI/AAAAAAAABAE/qm6YCzFd9eI/s400/DSC05485.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I sewed the sleeves together, using the cuff detail for the top of the jumper.  The pointed collar adds a little detail to the straps.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/SdZ3uZF_6NI/AAAAAAAAA_8/LrH9jW9s31k/s1600-h/DSC05489.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320571648678553810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/SdZ3uZF_6NI/AAAAAAAAA_8/LrH9jW9s31k/s400/DSC05489.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/SdZ3uXQpYxI/AAAAAAAAA_0/9bUE9UET3dU/s1600-h/DSC05560.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320571648186344210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 229px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/SdZ3uXQpYxI/AAAAAAAAA_0/9bUE9UET3dU/s400/DSC05560.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3481755008829862390-8806963059370589601?l=theemptynestlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemptynestlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8806963059370589601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3481755008829862390&amp;postID=8806963059370589601&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481755008829862390/posts/default/8806963059370589601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481755008829862390/posts/default/8806963059370589601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemptynestlife.blogspot.com/2009/04/upcycle-project-1.html' title='Upcycle Project #1'/><author><name>Joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14690842475770399580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zfSENSMi0BU/Tkk7OtUdBfI/AAAAAAAABTI/D4Kp_Pd64dY/s220/IMG_3652copy7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/SdZ3ufauFQI/AAAAAAAABAE/qm6YCzFd9eI/s72-c/DSC05485.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3481755008829862390.post-8493078317632404247</id><published>2009-03-24T18:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T18:47:57.719-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hula Hooping</title><content type='html'>Forget your cares. Let the world go away. Veg out.&lt;br /&gt;As a little girl I hula hooped, jumped rope, rode my bike and hopscotched all my little girl worries away.&lt;br /&gt;I am hoping that this hula hoop can take me to that carefree place. This hoop works so much better than the hoop of my youth. The size and weight help to propel it around and around. I have made several and given away a few. Some recepients were less than enthusiastic; others were kind of excited. The hoop that I filled with mung beans creates the sound of rainfall. Then I got a little crazy and filled a hoop with water. It is pretty heavy but it is actually the easiest to use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/Sclil_fDi2I/AAAAAAAAA_s/lHY3b1fv_1c/s1600-h/DSC05402-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/Sclil_fDi2I/AAAAAAAAA_s/lHY3b1fv_1c/s400/DSC05402-1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316889239923952482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3481755008829862390-8493078317632404247?l=theemptynestlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=919369d949c3a270&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemptynestlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8493078317632404247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3481755008829862390&amp;postID=8493078317632404247&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481755008829862390/posts/default/8493078317632404247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481755008829862390/posts/default/8493078317632404247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemptynestlife.blogspot.com/2009/03/hula-hooping.html' title='Hula Hooping'/><author><name>Joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14690842475770399580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zfSENSMi0BU/Tkk7OtUdBfI/AAAAAAAABTI/D4Kp_Pd64dY/s220/IMG_3652copy7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/Sclil_fDi2I/AAAAAAAAA_s/lHY3b1fv_1c/s72-c/DSC05402-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3481755008829862390.post-1299995523376718131</id><published>2009-03-21T19:17:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T19:37:07.606-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What will become of .....</title><content type='html'>I love walking up and down the aisles of big do-it-yourself hardware stores.  I can imagine a new chandalier in the dining room, see new golden paint on the walls of the upstairs bedroom and visualize new tile in the master bathroom shower.  I can even conjure up a picture of something fun made out of these materials:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/ScV1vRjbm1I/AAAAAAAAA_k/Zr6QCBISeAQ/s1600-h/DSC05400.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315784390207052626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/ScV1vRjbm1I/AAAAAAAAA_k/Zr6QCBISeAQ/s400/DSC05400.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see, I bought 100 feet of irrigation tubing, two rolls of electrical tape, 8 conectors and a pair of tubing cutters.  I am going to make something fun and classic and it will be something that you want. I am going to make it (well, I hope to make one) tonight.  By Tues. or Wed. I will be ready to unveil my creation - if I can pull myself away from all the fun I will be having with it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3481755008829862390-1299995523376718131?l=theemptynestlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemptynestlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1299995523376718131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3481755008829862390&amp;postID=1299995523376718131&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481755008829862390/posts/default/1299995523376718131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481755008829862390/posts/default/1299995523376718131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemptynestlife.blogspot.com/2009/03/what-will-become-of.html' title='What will become of .....'/><author><name>Joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14690842475770399580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zfSENSMi0BU/Tkk7OtUdBfI/AAAAAAAABTI/D4Kp_Pd64dY/s220/IMG_3652copy7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/ScV1vRjbm1I/AAAAAAAAA_k/Zr6QCBISeAQ/s72-c/DSC05400.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3481755008829862390.post-3423273308357750619</id><published>2009-03-20T13:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T13:41:28.827-04:00</updated><title type='text'>When I grow up...</title><content type='html'>I want to be a Family Photographer.  That means that I need to buy a camera - one that has lenses that screw on and off.  My brain is so confused - is it the camera or the person behind the camera that takes a good picture?  I keep hearing and reading that you need "good glass". That means expensive lenses!!!  I have aperture, ISO and shutter speed all floating around in my head.  Here is what I decided for now.  This is what is most important.  If you don't have this - well,then just don't bother to  take the camera out of the bag.  The most important thing -- CUTE SUBJECTS!!!&lt;br /&gt;Just wanted to share a few photos taken with a Sony Super Steady Shot DSC-H5.  It has been a great little camera.  But I need a Nikon or a Canon or an Olympus or a Fuji.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/ScPRgjHmI4I/AAAAAAAAA_c/8ZHDhrP1mAk/s1600-h/DSC05250-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/ScPRgjHmI4I/AAAAAAAAA_c/8ZHDhrP1mAk/s400/DSC05250-2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315322342340436866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/ScPRgfq2z4I/AAAAAAAAA_U/0r8Qek9USTA/s1600-h/DSC05057-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/ScPRgfq2z4I/AAAAAAAAA_U/0r8Qek9USTA/s400/DSC05057-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315322341414588290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/ScPRgGDeSBI/AAAAAAAAA_M/UtgCXo2A2r8/s1600-h/DSC05221.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/ScPRgGDeSBI/AAAAAAAAA_M/UtgCXo2A2r8/s400/DSC05221.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315322334538516498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/ScPRfidieBI/AAAAAAAAA_E/Y1o5M0XFHfA/s1600-h/tutu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/ScPRfidieBI/AAAAAAAAA_E/Y1o5M0XFHfA/s400/tutu.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315322324984166418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/ScPRBBNV80I/AAAAAAAAA-8/YDNNuQ8Q9Rs/s1600-h/collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/ScPRBBNV80I/AAAAAAAAA-8/YDNNuQ8Q9Rs/s400/collage.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315321800661791554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3481755008829862390-3423273308357750619?l=theemptynestlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemptynestlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3423273308357750619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3481755008829862390&amp;postID=3423273308357750619&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481755008829862390/posts/default/3423273308357750619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481755008829862390/posts/default/3423273308357750619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemptynestlife.blogspot.com/2009/03/when-i-grow-up.html' title='When I grow up...'/><author><name>Joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14690842475770399580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zfSENSMi0BU/Tkk7OtUdBfI/AAAAAAAABTI/D4Kp_Pd64dY/s220/IMG_3652copy7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/ScPRgjHmI4I/AAAAAAAAA_c/8ZHDhrP1mAk/s72-c/DSC05250-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3481755008829862390.post-2139965784994098690</id><published>2009-03-16T15:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T15:35:20.490-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Vintage Dress</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;While on a high school theater trip, Rhonda bought this dress at a vintage clothing boutique. It was made in the 1940 - 50s. She wore it to the Homecoming Dance and looked gorgeous in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/Sb6kOdU2oQI/AAAAAAAAA-c/06yWBUXC_qQ/s1600-h/DSC05389_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313865178640982274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/Sb6kOdU2oQI/AAAAAAAAA-c/06yWBUXC_qQ/s400/DSC05389_edited-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The workmanship is truly a work of art. I just love the pleated details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313865183522217426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/Sb6kOvgoXdI/AAAAAAAAA-k/Oi_6NnjtoHg/s400/DSC05391_edited-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In February, Tammy and I tried to sell it to a vintage clothing store.   We just wanted to find a happy home for this organza beauty.   The store buyer loved the detail and styling but noted that the fabric is falling apart.   She offered me $20.00 saying that she would have to put it on the clearance rack.  I decided to keep it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313865188551790642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 301px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/Sb6kPCPxkDI/AAAAAAAAA-s/Wh2sF6zN00I/s400/DSC05394_edited-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;This morning I came up with this great idea:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313865196031018050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/Sb6kPeG9hEI/AAAAAAAAA-0/ou8gCraQ3fE/s400/DSC05397_edited-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3481755008829862390-2139965784994098690?l=theemptynestlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemptynestlife.blogspot.com/feeds/2139965784994098690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3481755008829862390&amp;postID=2139965784994098690&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481755008829862390/posts/default/2139965784994098690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481755008829862390/posts/default/2139965784994098690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemptynestlife.blogspot.com/2009/03/vintage-dress.html' title='Vintage Dress'/><author><name>Joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14690842475770399580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zfSENSMi0BU/Tkk7OtUdBfI/AAAAAAAABTI/D4Kp_Pd64dY/s220/IMG_3652copy7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/Sb6kOdU2oQI/AAAAAAAAA-c/06yWBUXC_qQ/s72-c/DSC05389_edited-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3481755008829862390.post-7627019670505621609</id><published>2009-02-19T21:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T23:23:40.394-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tyson's Thai Friend</title><content type='html'>Using a few gestures, Tyson ‘asked’ this little Thai girl if Collin could have a ride on her skateboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/SZ4rV0WTKPI/AAAAAAAAA-E/DjTh5IXBAsA/s1600-h/DSC04459.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304725064918444274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/SZ4rV0WTKPI/AAAAAAAAA-E/DjTh5IXBAsA/s400/DSC04459.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/SZ4rWZ1G68I/AAAAAAAAA-U/bztKpXahGrY/s1600-h/DSC04455.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304725074979777474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/SZ4rWZ1G68I/AAAAAAAAA-U/bztKpXahGrY/s400/DSC04455.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/SZ4rWC59oQI/AAAAAAAAA-M/gRRg_aYzwRA/s1600-h/DSC04458.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304725068826124546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/SZ4rWC59oQI/AAAAAAAAA-M/gRRg_aYzwRA/s400/DSC04458.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hayden wanted a ride, too.  Seeing that crooked wheel made me a little nervous that  we might have broken her one and only toy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/SZ4rVhPPg5I/AAAAAAAAA98/d7tJjfmw8vM/s1600-h/DSC04462.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304725059788571538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/SZ4rVhPPg5I/AAAAAAAAA98/d7tJjfmw8vM/s400/DSC04462.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, once Hayden jumped up to trade places with her the wheel recovered nicely. &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/SZ4rVZHtQBI/AAAAAAAAA90/nBqmBOuG9AM/s1600-h/DSC04463.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304725057609482258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/SZ4rVZHtQBI/AAAAAAAAA90/nBqmBOuG9AM/s400/DSC04463.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now it is her turn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/SZ4UJIyFDeI/AAAAAAAAA9k/YQ11TgLwE5o/s1600-h/DSC04464.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304699558297931234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/SZ4UJIyFDeI/AAAAAAAAA9k/YQ11TgLwE5o/s400/DSC04464.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hayden didn't get a chance to pull her before she got nervous and hopped off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/SZ4UJQ_byPI/AAAAAAAAA9s/acg6_1Bevgg/s1600-h/DSC04465.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304699560501430514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/SZ4UJQ_byPI/AAAAAAAAA9s/acg6_1Bevgg/s400/DSC04465.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3481755008829862390-7627019670505621609?l=theemptynestlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemptynestlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7627019670505621609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3481755008829862390&amp;postID=7627019670505621609&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481755008829862390/posts/default/7627019670505621609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481755008829862390/posts/default/7627019670505621609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemptynestlife.blogspot.com/2009/02/tysons-thai-friend.html' title='Tyson&apos;s Thai Friend'/><author><name>Joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14690842475770399580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zfSENSMi0BU/Tkk7OtUdBfI/AAAAAAAABTI/D4Kp_Pd64dY/s220/IMG_3652copy7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/SZ4rV0WTKPI/AAAAAAAAA-E/DjTh5IXBAsA/s72-c/DSC04459.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3481755008829862390.post-1015426303867755736</id><published>2009-01-26T20:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T15:28:47.166-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Definitely not the Dumbo Ride at Disneyworld</title><content type='html'>The boys are perched 9 feet above ground waiting for their ride to pull up beside them.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/SX8dSxq06DI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/6LfOqNRUToY/s1600-h/DSC04325.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295983895218808882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/SX8dSxq06DI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/6LfOqNRUToY/s400/DSC04325.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Isn't she a beauty?&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/SX8dSU6P90I/AAAAAAAAA9Q/Zo2zGHrSdbs/s1600-h/DSC04326.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295983887498868546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/SX8dSU6P90I/AAAAAAAAA9Q/Zo2zGHrSdbs/s400/DSC04326.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Each comes with its own driver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/SX8dR94bUgI/AAAAAAAAA9I/qoBq_RQIBtg/s1600-h/DSC04331.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295983881317208578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/SX8dR94bUgI/AAAAAAAAA9I/qoBq_RQIBtg/s400/DSC04331.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Passengers can purchase fuel for a few cents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/SX8LxpiMTqI/AAAAAAAAA9A/o89D1OaJxS0/s1600-h/DSC04332.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295964634401754786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/SX8LxpiMTqI/AAAAAAAAA9A/o89D1OaJxS0/s400/DSC04332.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; All buckled up and ready to ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/SX8LxSxbgmI/AAAAAAAAA84/iUP80L77CYw/s1600-h/DSC04348.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295964628291650146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/SX8LxSxbgmI/AAAAAAAAA84/iUP80L77CYw/s400/DSC04348.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our driver sensing my nervousness is giving me the "thumbs up".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/SX8LxDKRXuI/AAAAAAAAA8w/FRMhL0gZBns/s1600-h/DSC04354.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295964624100876002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/SX8LxDKRXuI/AAAAAAAAA8w/FRMhL0gZBns/s400/DSC04354.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A shrine for good luck and prosperity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/SX8Lw0hqdAI/AAAAAAAAA8o/yInNcZW2Zgc/s1600-h/DSC04355.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295964620172456962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/SX8Lw0hqdAI/AAAAAAAAA8o/yInNcZW2Zgc/s400/DSC04355.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I was happy to say a little prayer in their behalf.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/SX8LwQ2yxII/AAAAAAAAA8g/rUdubiz43J0/s1600-h/DSC04358.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295964610597405826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/SX8LwQ2yxII/AAAAAAAAA8g/rUdubiz43J0/s400/DSC04358.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Down the cement staircase and into the river.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/SX8I58VtH3I/AAAAAAAAA8Y/xg8oJetpghY/s1600-h/DSC04363.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295961478353723250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/SX8I58VtH3I/AAAAAAAAA8Y/xg8oJetpghY/s400/DSC04363.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; At this point we hung on for dear life as the elephant gracefully stepped off the 4 foot ledge into the river.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/SX8I5C5Fj9I/AAAAAAAAA8Q/c9yZWyZf8zs/s1600-h/DSC04370.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295961462932869074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/SX8I5C5Fj9I/AAAAAAAAA8Q/c9yZWyZf8zs/s400/DSC04370.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The up-and-down motion combined with the back-and-forth swaying was quite relaxing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/SX8I48LsoEI/AAAAAAAAA8I/HVnVb-m0Q08/s1600-h/DSC04380.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295961461131878466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/SX8I48LsoEI/AAAAAAAAA8I/HVnVb-m0Q08/s400/DSC04380.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Traversing the slippery staircase up to the rubber tree forest was terrifying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/SX8I47HLv6I/AAAAAAAAA8A/0kFfrOcQDbw/s1600-h/DSC04398.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295961460844511138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/SX8I47HLv6I/AAAAAAAAA8A/0kFfrOcQDbw/s400/DSC04398.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/SX8I4aqVAzI/AAAAAAAAA74/uiGx71DSn1Y/s1600-h/DSC04407.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295961452133548850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/SX8I4aqVAzI/AAAAAAAAA74/uiGx71DSn1Y/s400/DSC04407.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3481755008829862390-1015426303867755736?l=theemptynestlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemptynestlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1015426303867755736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3481755008829862390&amp;postID=1015426303867755736&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481755008829862390/posts/default/1015426303867755736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481755008829862390/posts/default/1015426303867755736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemptynestlife.blogspot.com/2009/01/definitely-not-dumbo-ride-at.html' title='Definitely not the Dumbo Ride at Disneyworld'/><author><name>Joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14690842475770399580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zfSENSMi0BU/Tkk7OtUdBfI/AAAAAAAABTI/D4Kp_Pd64dY/s220/IMG_3652copy7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/SX8dSxq06DI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/6LfOqNRUToY/s72-c/DSC04325.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3481755008829862390.post-2097028444568520271</id><published>2008-12-03T00:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T01:09:55.107-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Playing Photographer in Phuket</title><content type='html'>At the resort, there were so many great photographic places to take pictures of Tyson's family. &lt;br /&gt;I love this first photo.  We had just finished breakfast and were walking back to the room so everyone could change into their photo-taking-clothes and decided to stop for a few candid shots.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/STYeCOsNf0I/AAAAAAAAA4I/Sfb6IGplKWA/s1600-h/DSC04176.JPG'&gt;&lt;img src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/STYeCOsNf0I/AAAAAAAAA4I/Sfb6IGplKWA/s400/DSC04176.JPG' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look. No kids in this picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/STYeCS9ViNI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/uZrrABXP774/s1600-h/DSC04697-1.JPG'&gt;&lt;img src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/STYeCS9ViNI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/uZrrABXP774/s400/DSC04697-1.JPG' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I said was, "OK everyone just sit in this big chair."  They quickly figured out good positions.  I complimented Ashton on how nicely he put his hand on his hip and stated clicking. I love how the chair and the tile floor give a sense of unity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/STYeCn6zL4I/AAAAAAAAA4Y/UQkXCKIXels/s1600-h/puket+fam+pic+1.JPG'&gt;&lt;img src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/STYeCn6zL4I/AAAAAAAAA4Y/UQkXCKIXels/s400/puket+fam+pic+1.JPG' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I suggested to the boys that they should hold hands, I was happily surprised that they reached out to each other and took hold without complaining. Or hitting. Or kicking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/STYeC3vNSCI/AAAAAAAAA4g/n_dl2I_LLGo/s1600-h/DSC04665.JPG'&gt;&lt;img src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/STYeC3vNSCI/AAAAAAAAA4g/n_dl2I_LLGo/s400/DSC04665.JPG' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3481755008829862390-2097028444568520271?l=theemptynestlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemptynestlife.blogspot.com/feeds/2097028444568520271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3481755008829862390&amp;postID=2097028444568520271&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481755008829862390/posts/default/2097028444568520271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481755008829862390/posts/default/2097028444568520271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemptynestlife.blogspot.com/2008/12/playing-photographer-in-phuket.html' title='Playing Photographer in Phuket'/><author><name>Joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14690842475770399580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zfSENSMi0BU/Tkk7OtUdBfI/AAAAAAAABTI/D4Kp_Pd64dY/s220/IMG_3652copy7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/STYeCOsNf0I/AAAAAAAAA4I/Sfb6IGplKWA/s72-c/DSC04176.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3481755008829862390.post-3962059721411056409</id><published>2008-12-01T20:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T21:58:36.757-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Danger on the Beach</title><content type='html'>How terribly disapointing. No swimming on the beach.  Do you see the red flag?  There must be high waves.  High tide. Or a rip tide.  What is going on here?  We came to Phuket to swim in the warm water. To feel the tropical breeze on our face.  To get a tan that everyone would envy. &lt;br /&gt;But just hold on a minute - what do I see?  Beach Massage for 400 Bhat.  A quick calculation in my head tells me that 400 bhat is about 12 US dollars.  Forget the beach.  Who wanted to go to the beach anyway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/STSULgO0bfI/AAAAAAAAA3g/AwTj83752qk/s1600-h/DSC04514.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275003988909256178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/STSULgO0bfI/AAAAAAAAA3g/AwTj83752qk/s400/DSC04514.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are in luck.  It looks like Massage Lady is getting ready for work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/STSUL1VgAMI/AAAAAAAAA3o/6xJ8bF3B1No/s1600-h/DSC04504.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275003994574422210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/STSUL1VgAMI/AAAAAAAAA3o/6xJ8bF3B1No/s400/DSC04504.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boys settle in for a 15 minute massage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/STSUMOLh3EI/AAAAAAAAA3w/__Ik2MKUIx0/s1600-h/DSC04510.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275004001243487298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/STSUMOLh3EI/AAAAAAAAA3w/__Ik2MKUIx0/s400/DSC04510.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The special back bend treatment is for kids only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/STSUMmYdjlI/AAAAAAAAA4A/f8oAXbHugdA/s1600-h/DSC04528.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275004007740182098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/STSUMmYdjlI/AAAAAAAAA4A/f8oAXbHugdA/s400/DSC04528.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you see the big palm tree?  Our room at the JW Marriot is just behind it.  A  perfect location for a short walk to the beach or to the massage parlor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/STSUMmKa3MI/AAAAAAAAA34/9PjLhIFlFao/s1600-h/DSC04518.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275004007681285314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/STSUMmKa3MI/AAAAAAAAA34/9PjLhIFlFao/s400/DSC04518.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3481755008829862390-3962059721411056409?l=theemptynestlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemptynestlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3962059721411056409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3481755008829862390&amp;postID=3962059721411056409&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481755008829862390/posts/default/3962059721411056409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481755008829862390/posts/default/3962059721411056409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemptynestlife.blogspot.com/2008/12/danger-on-beach.html' title='Danger on the Beach'/><author><name>Joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14690842475770399580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zfSENSMi0BU/Tkk7OtUdBfI/AAAAAAAABTI/D4Kp_Pd64dY/s220/IMG_3652copy7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/STSULgO0bfI/AAAAAAAAA3g/AwTj83752qk/s72-c/DSC04514.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3481755008829862390.post-2513213253596081446</id><published>2008-12-01T03:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T03:08:01.712-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Postcard 2</title><content type='html'>Scenes at the beach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/STOa4AFUI9I/AAAAAAAAA3A/WZmLlxuH_ac/s1600-h/DSC04481.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/STOa4AFUI9I/AAAAAAAAA3A/WZmLlxuH_ac/s400/DSC04481.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/STOa4kfhlJI/AAAAAAAAA3I/56LWibEoSkA/s1600-h/DSC04493.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/STOa4kfhlJI/AAAAAAAAA3I/56LWibEoSkA/s400/DSC04493.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Details of the resort&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/invalid.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/STOa5jo6rRI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/5wrXlxjVwHU/s400/DSC04704.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/STOa6GY9WmI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/BttpcBLQWxc/s1600-h/DSC04143.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/STOa6GY9WmI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/BttpcBLQWxc/s400/DSC04143.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3481755008829862390-2513213253596081446?l=theemptynestlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemptynestlife.blogspot.com/feeds/2513213253596081446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3481755008829862390&amp;postID=2513213253596081446&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481755008829862390/posts/default/2513213253596081446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481755008829862390/posts/default/2513213253596081446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemptynestlife.blogspot.com/2008/12/postcard-2.html' title='Postcard 2'/><author><name>Joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14690842475770399580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zfSENSMi0BU/Tkk7OtUdBfI/AAAAAAAABTI/D4Kp_Pd64dY/s220/IMG_3652copy7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/STOa4AFUI9I/AAAAAAAAA3A/WZmLlxuH_ac/s72-c/DSC04481.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3481755008829862390.post-7315706226780610619</id><published>2008-12-01T02:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T02:46:15.989-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Postcard From Phuket, Thailand</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/STOSC1QMmlI/AAAAAAAAA2A/VzCMmiKu7WY/s1600-h/DSC04120.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/STOSC1QMmlI/AAAAAAAAA2A/VzCMmiKu7WY/s400/DSC04120.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;We are not having any fun in Phuket. No, Really. No fun at all. It is no fun at all to order lunch and have it brought to us beside the pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/STOSDV_AlaI/AAAAAAAAA2I/0lCxkU3Q-Xs/s1600-h/DSC04124.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/STOSDV_AlaI/AAAAAAAAA2I/0lCxkU3Q-Xs/s400/DSC04124.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt; These two are not having fun. No siree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/STOSDsiJnrI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/ea9RCHwcoFU/s1600-h/DSC04138.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/STOSDsiJnrI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/ea9RCHwcoFU/s400/DSC04138.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Watching baby elephants on the beach - No Fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/STOSD4SxHCI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/vyz31s9Nyeg/s1600-h/DSC04174.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/STOSD4SxHCI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/vyz31s9Nyeg/s400/DSC04174.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It would be more fun if you were here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3481755008829862390-7315706226780610619?l=theemptynestlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemptynestlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7315706226780610619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3481755008829862390&amp;postID=7315706226780610619&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481755008829862390/posts/default/7315706226780610619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481755008829862390/posts/default/7315706226780610619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemptynestlife.blogspot.com/2008/11/postcard-from-phuket-thailand.html' title='Postcard From Phuket, Thailand'/><author><name>Joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14690842475770399580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zfSENSMi0BU/Tkk7OtUdBfI/AAAAAAAABTI/D4Kp_Pd64dY/s220/IMG_3652copy7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/STOSC1QMmlI/AAAAAAAAA2A/VzCMmiKu7WY/s72-c/DSC04120.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3481755008829862390.post-4613857299949474477</id><published>2008-11-21T22:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T22:44:52.974-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Gina's 1000 Markets Shop</title><content type='html'>Check out Gina's new shop where she makes and sells adorable little girl dresses and hair clips.  She is also doing a &lt;a href="http://kirtisngina.blogspot.com/2008/11/shamelessly-promoting-myself-posts-will.html"&gt;give-away promotion&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3481755008829862390-4613857299949474477?l=theemptynestlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemptynestlife.blogspot.com/feeds/4613857299949474477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3481755008829862390&amp;postID=4613857299949474477&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481755008829862390/posts/default/4613857299949474477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481755008829862390/posts/default/4613857299949474477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemptynestlife.blogspot.com/2008/11/ginas-1000-markets-shop.html' title='Gina&apos;s 1000 Markets Shop'/><author><name>Joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14690842475770399580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zfSENSMi0BU/Tkk7OtUdBfI/AAAAAAAABTI/D4Kp_Pd64dY/s220/IMG_3652copy7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3481755008829862390.post-8708537663312248137</id><published>2008-11-21T21:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T21:46:44.176-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Chic Dragon Fruit</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/SSdyWBLtMuI/AAAAAAAAA1g/9tSQVHDJmO0/s1600-h/DSC04067.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/_TuLX6eifxLk/SSdyWBLtMuI/AAAAAAAAA1g/9tSQVHDJmO0/s400/DSC04067.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271307611460678370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dragon fruit, while exotic on the outside, is quite bland on the inside.  The white part and seeds are edible. It tastes like kiwi and has the texture of a pear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3481755008829862390-8708537663312248137?l=theemptynestlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemptynestlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8708537663312248137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3481755008829862390&amp;postID=8708537663312248137&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481755008829862390/posts/default/8708537663312248137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481755008829862390/posts/default/8708537663312248137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemptynestlife.blogspot.com/2008/11/chic-dragon-fruit.html' title='The Chic Dragon Fruit'/><author><name>Joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14690842475770399580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zfSENSMi0BU/Tkk7OtUdBfI/AAAAAAAABTI/D4Kp_Pd64dY/s220/IMG_3652copy7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/SSdyWBLtMuI/AAAAAAAAA1g/9tSQVHDJmO0/s72-c/DSC04067.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3481755008829862390.post-1655363537468301331</id><published>2008-11-20T22:02:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T22:34:39.402-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Arab Street</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, Natalie and I ventured out into the big city by car.  It doesn't seem like a big deal but, driving on the wrong (left) side of the road in a city of 4 million people crammed onto a tiny island can make your head spin or in Natilie's case - hurt.  After we dropped Ashton off at the Canadian school we simply wanted to drive the 6 miles to Arab Street.  Nothing simple about it - not even with the GPS telling us clearly to "keep left at Bukit Timah Road".  One hour and several U-turns later, we were finally in Fabric and Rug Heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/SSYmDTNGo8I/AAAAAAAAA0w/IeI8aRKlU_4/s1600-h/DSC04024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270942252020442050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/SSYmDTNGo8I/AAAAAAAAA0w/IeI8aRKlU_4/s400/DSC04024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Street lined shops. I purchased the cotton sateen fabrics at Royal Fabrics - on the right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/SSYnjvWjZ4I/AAAAAAAAA1Q/q1M_2S596PI/s1600-h/DSC04033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270943908843710338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/SSYnjvWjZ4I/AAAAAAAAA1Q/q1M_2S596PI/s400/DSC04033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; There are hundreds of thousands - maybe millions - of scarves to choose from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/SSYniglLe6I/AAAAAAAAA1A/Yoiik-V1Fxo/s1600-h/DSC04038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270943887698656162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/SSYniglLe6I/AAAAAAAAA1A/Yoiik-V1Fxo/s400/DSC04038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; You can choose a little bottle and have it filled with the essential oil of your choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/SSYnjwC98tI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/gZ73DbM3sQE/s1600-h/DSC04032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270943909029999314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/SSYnjwC98tI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/gZ73DbM3sQE/s400/DSC04032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Natalie and I shared this appetizer sampler at a Greek Cafe.  Everything was delicious!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/SSYnjPk4ksI/AAAAAAAAA1I/k_Odm5-cTOo/s1600-h/DSC04031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270943900313883330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/SSYnjPk4ksI/AAAAAAAAA1I/k_Odm5-cTOo/s400/DSC04031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our waiter - luring in the patrons with his good looks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/SSYmDqk3TkI/AAAAAAAAA04/JeQQwkbI6Lk/s1600-h/DSC04040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270942258294115906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/SSYmDqk3TkI/AAAAAAAAA04/JeQQwkbI6Lk/s400/DSC04040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sultan Mosque is the main Islamic place of worship for Singapore's Muslim community.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3481755008829862390-1655363537468301331?l=theemptynestlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemptynestlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1655363537468301331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3481755008829862390&amp;postID=1655363537468301331&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481755008829862390/posts/default/1655363537468301331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481755008829862390/posts/default/1655363537468301331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemptynestlife.blogspot.com/2008/11/arab-street.html' title='Arab Street'/><author><name>Joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14690842475770399580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zfSENSMi0BU/Tkk7OtUdBfI/AAAAAAAABTI/D4Kp_Pd64dY/s220/IMG_3652copy7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/SSYmDTNGo8I/AAAAAAAAA0w/IeI8aRKlU_4/s72-c/DSC04024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3481755008829862390.post-3364611216615567503</id><published>2008-11-20T21:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T21:41:37.199-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fabric High</title><content type='html'>I get so giddy when strolling through bolts of fabric.  I love to feel each piece and can imagine each made into lovely items. For a fabric-o-holic shopping on Arab Street near downtown Singapore is like being in Fabric Heaven.  I can't wait to create something from these cotton sateen pieces from Japan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/SSYfMLXIIsI/AAAAAAAAA0g/QgmhVqGK4Wg/s1600-h/DSC04055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270934707952427714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/SSYfMLXIIsI/AAAAAAAAA0g/QgmhVqGK4Wg/s400/DSC04055.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3481755008829862390-3364611216615567503?l=theemptynestlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemptynestlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3364611216615567503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3481755008829862390&amp;postID=3364611216615567503&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481755008829862390/posts/default/3364611216615567503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481755008829862390/posts/default/3364611216615567503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemptynestlife.blogspot.com/2008/11/fabric-high.html' title='Fabric High'/><author><name>Joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14690842475770399580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zfSENSMi0BU/Tkk7OtUdBfI/AAAAAAAABTI/D4Kp_Pd64dY/s220/IMG_3652copy7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/SSYfMLXIIsI/AAAAAAAAA0g/QgmhVqGK4Wg/s72-c/DSC04055.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3481755008829862390.post-1885526417639276257</id><published>2008-11-20T19:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T19:50:17.516-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fruit or Flowers?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/SSYEPm8qMvI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/mr8db-rhlnA/s1600-h/DSC03999.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270905080083264242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/SSYEPm8qMvI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/mr8db-rhlnA/s400/DSC03999.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Although some of you may have guessed that these are flowers - these beautiful gems are Dragon Fruit.  Stay tuned - Later today,  when the house helpers,  Anna and Rachel, finish cleaning the kitchen, I will cut one open and show you the perfectly cute and chic color scheme mother nature blessed this delicious fruit with.  Can you guess the two colors we will find inside?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3481755008829862390-1885526417639276257?l=theemptynestlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemptynestlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1885526417639276257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3481755008829862390&amp;postID=1885526417639276257&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481755008829862390/posts/default/1885526417639276257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481755008829862390/posts/default/1885526417639276257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemptynestlife.blogspot.com/2008/11/fruit-or-flowers.html' title='Fruit or Flowers?'/><author><name>Joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14690842475770399580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zfSENSMi0BU/Tkk7OtUdBfI/AAAAAAAABTI/D4Kp_Pd64dY/s220/IMG_3652copy7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/SSYEPm8qMvI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/mr8db-rhlnA/s72-c/DSC03999.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3481755008829862390.post-3462592985776663989</id><published>2008-11-19T02:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T02:37:09.888-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Singapore Suburbs</title><content type='html'>Yesterday morning, when the effects of jet lag hit, I really wanted to climb the three flights of stairs to my mother-in-law suite and take a long nap. I had been warned that taking a morning nap would be precisely the wrong thing to do when trying to acclimate to a new time zone. Especially a time zone that is 14 hours ahead of my home town time. So, with map in hand, Natalie coaxed me out the front door, down the steps and through the gate to do some exploring of the Singapore suburbs all by myself. After passing the back entrance of the Singapore American School where Hayden attends the 2nd grade, I continued, as instructed by Natalie, to the local shopping area. I didn't buy anything but had a great time looking around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/SSPAvE5iA_I/AAAAAAAAA0I/2-bDrqt1Xcw/s1600-h/DSC04011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270267903955043314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/SSPAvE5iA_I/AAAAAAAAA0I/2-bDrqt1Xcw/s400/DSC04011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/SSPAu5GjgZI/AAAAAAAAA0A/Ab8QJTnETJw/s1600-h/DSC04006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270267900788441490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/SSPAu5GjgZI/AAAAAAAAA0A/Ab8QJTnETJw/s400/DSC04006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/SSPAuU6MRKI/AAAAAAAAAz4/XgGMm-1r87s/s1600-h/DSC04000.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270267891072910498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/SSPAuU6MRKI/AAAAAAAAAz4/XgGMm-1r87s/s400/DSC04000.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/SSPAt-I_uvI/AAAAAAAAAzw/eVRxpkj-_cs/s1600-h/DSC03999.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270267884960987890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/SSPAt-I_uvI/AAAAAAAAAzw/eVRxpkj-_cs/s400/DSC03999.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/SSPAtg0emfI/AAAAAAAAAzo/ZFA92c2XlDI/s1600-h/DSC03998.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270267877090302450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/SSPAtg0emfI/AAAAAAAAAzo/ZFA92c2XlDI/s400/DSC03998.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3481755008829862390-3462592985776663989?l=theemptynestlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemptynestlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3462592985776663989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3481755008829862390&amp;postID=3462592985776663989&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481755008829862390/posts/default/3462592985776663989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481755008829862390/posts/default/3462592985776663989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemptynestlife.blogspot.com/2008/11/singapore-suburbs.html' title='Singapore Suburbs'/><author><name>Joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14690842475770399580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zfSENSMi0BU/Tkk7OtUdBfI/AAAAAAAABTI/D4Kp_Pd64dY/s220/IMG_3652copy7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/SSPAvE5iA_I/AAAAAAAAA0I/2-bDrqt1Xcw/s72-c/DSC04011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3481755008829862390.post-517310680337584604</id><published>2008-11-12T19:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T19:37:05.108-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Harvest Table</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/SRt2hN3ZT6I/AAAAAAAAAzg/1w_75Ejgm0I/s1600-h/DSC03969.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/SRt2hN3ZT6I/AAAAAAAAAzg/1w_75Ejgm0I/s400/DSC03969.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267934502169694114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having my breakfast room table decorated for the Thanksgiving Season helps me remember all that I am grateful for and gives me an excuse to break a long standing rule in this household.  My kids have heard it a thousand times.  No. Eating. In. The. Livingroom.  Well, I just threw that rule right out the window.  Why mess up a nicely decorated table when I can sit on a comfy sofa with a bowl of cereal precariously balanced on my lap?  It is just a risk that I am willing to take.  But don't you get any ideas for when you come to visit.  We will sit together at the table.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3481755008829862390-517310680337584604?l=theemptynestlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemptynestlife.blogspot.com/feeds/517310680337584604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3481755008829862390&amp;postID=517310680337584604&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481755008829862390/posts/default/517310680337584604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481755008829862390/posts/default/517310680337584604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemptynestlife.blogspot.com/2008/11/harvest-table.html' title='Harvest Table'/><author><name>Joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14690842475770399580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zfSENSMi0BU/Tkk7OtUdBfI/AAAAAAAABTI/D4Kp_Pd64dY/s220/IMG_3652copy7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/SRt2hN3ZT6I/AAAAAAAAAzg/1w_75Ejgm0I/s72-c/DSC03969.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3481755008829862390.post-7317984925739314966</id><published>2008-10-27T20:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T20:36:22.725-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It was Sew, Sew Great</title><content type='html'>Ten friends and I met in Round Top, Tx (Population 77) for a scarpbooking/sewing retreat. Nearly all of them are young enough to be my daughters.  What a hard working bunch of girls.  Really, your husbands, who so willingly stayed home with the kids, need to know that you stopped for nothing.   Well, nothing but to eat and sleep.  I am a witness to how diligently you cut, pasted, organized and created page after page of wonderful memories for your families.  We ooooed and aaaahed over the cutest pictures.  I was the odd man out – the only one who brought sewing projects to work on.  Not because I don’t have any photos to scrapbook. But, because I have 35years of unorganized, unscrapbooked photos to work on.  It will take much more than a 2 day retreat to whip that project into shape.   Not only did we scrapbook and sew, we talked and laughed and listened to music.   After listening to Tim McGraw I decided that I liked him – I mean I like his  music. And the one married to Nicole Kidman – I liked him too.  I fell in love with Il Divo – no really – I am in love with them – all of them.  It just makes me happy to hear them even when they are singing in Italian – especially when they are singing in Italian.  I wasn’t aquainted with Journey – and I have to say I was happy when the Journey was over. &lt;br /&gt;Want to see what I acomplished??&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;14 soft flannel swaddling blankets&lt;br /&gt;3 quilt bindings&lt;br /&gt;1 fleece car seat blanket&lt;br /&gt;1 retro swing dress&lt;br /&gt;1 green daisy dress&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/SQZdgkyokzI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/4jnB9qjEMRk/s1600-h/collage1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/SQZdgkyokzI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/4jnB9qjEMRk/s400/collage1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261996028842251058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/SQZdgkGry0I/AAAAAAAAAzI/AC4AlAKhOs8/s1600-h/collage2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/SQZdgkGry0I/AAAAAAAAAzI/AC4AlAKhOs8/s400/collage2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261996028657912642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3481755008829862390-7317984925739314966?l=theemptynestlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemptynestlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7317984925739314966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3481755008829862390&amp;postID=7317984925739314966&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481755008829862390/posts/default/7317984925739314966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481755008829862390/posts/default/7317984925739314966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemptynestlife.blogspot.com/2008/10/it-was-sew-sew-great.html' title='It was Sew, Sew Great'/><author><name>Joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14690842475770399580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zfSENSMi0BU/Tkk7OtUdBfI/AAAAAAAABTI/D4Kp_Pd64dY/s220/IMG_3652copy7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/SQZdgkyokzI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/4jnB9qjEMRk/s72-c/collage1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3481755008829862390.post-708895972335893140</id><published>2008-10-08T15:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T15:26:57.591-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a Big Country</title><content type='html'>Tammy took me on a trip across the country. Together we drove her car and belongings from Utah, the state of her college education, to Virginia, the state where her Big Brother and her Big Sister live and where she will live, find a job, friends, entertainment, and lots of museums. We made several fun stops along the way but mostly we were content for mile upon mile to gaze upon the never changing scenery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/SOwYaGX2aOI/AAAAAAAAAyE/DHjv9rjRElI/s1600-h/DSC03611.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254601701900839138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/SOwYaGX2aOI/AAAAAAAAAyE/DHjv9rjRElI/s320/DSC03611.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/SOwYak5jABI/AAAAAAAAAyc/cWtDMewF1ks/s1600-h/DSC03616.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254601710095237138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/SOwYak5jABI/AAAAAAAAAyc/cWtDMewF1ks/s320/DSC03616.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lied.  Really, that was not all we had to look at. Oh, no. There were miles and miles of corn fields.   And - I almost forgot - the miles and miles of trees.   I really expected more variety.  Where were the purple mountains majesty and the waves of amber grain and the friuted plains??  Does corn belong to the fruit family?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3481755008829862390-708895972335893140?l=theemptynestlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemptynestlife.blogspot.com/feeds/708895972335893140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3481755008829862390&amp;postID=708895972335893140&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481755008829862390/posts/default/708895972335893140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481755008829862390/posts/default/708895972335893140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemptynestlife.blogspot.com/2008/10/its-big-country.html' title='It&apos;s a Big Country'/><author><name>Joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14690842475770399580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zfSENSMi0BU/Tkk7OtUdBfI/AAAAAAAABTI/D4Kp_Pd64dY/s220/IMG_3652copy7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/SOwYaGX2aOI/AAAAAAAAAyE/DHjv9rjRElI/s72-c/DSC03611.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3481755008829862390.post-8784155733054886909</id><published>2008-09-05T20:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T20:33:48.079-04:00</updated><title type='text'>There is Beauty All Around</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;W&lt;/strong&gt;hen a camera is hanging around my neck, I am reminded to look for the beauty all around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/SMHPDVad6_I/AAAAAAAAAw0/O2J6LE5409M/s1600-h/large+collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242699097430682610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/SMHPDVad6_I/AAAAAAAAAw0/O2J6LE5409M/s400/large+collage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spotted these beauties while walking in my parent's neighborhood in Medford, OR.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3481755008829862390-8784155733054886909?l=theemptynestlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemptynestlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8784155733054886909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3481755008829862390&amp;postID=8784155733054886909&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481755008829862390/posts/default/8784155733054886909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481755008829862390/posts/default/8784155733054886909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemptynestlife.blogspot.com/2008/09/there-is-beauty-all-around.html' title='There is Beauty All Around'/><author><name>Joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14690842475770399580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zfSENSMi0BU/Tkk7OtUdBfI/AAAAAAAABTI/D4Kp_Pd64dY/s220/IMG_3652copy7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/SMHPDVad6_I/AAAAAAAAAw0/O2J6LE5409M/s72-c/large+collage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3481755008829862390.post-830553245395567065</id><published>2008-07-19T18:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T18:35:00.921-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Grown-Up Conversation</title><content type='html'>Some of you young moms have posted conversations you have had with your children.  I have truly enjoyed them all.  They are adorable, silly, and sometimes hilarious.  I thought it might be enlightening to someone out there to hear this conversation between me and my 22 year old daughter.  So, listen up and learn a thing or two about grownup children and what you have to look forward to.  Now, I love this girl to death but she has just spent way too much time going to school in what we call “Happy Valley”.  It’s a place where you can trust everyone, feel comfortable getting help from a stranger when you break down on the freeway and never get mugged.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tammy has been in Houston this week attending a Museum Conference in downtown Houston.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She called me Saturday afternoon:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tammy:&lt;/strong&gt;  I can’t find my car (it is not her car; it is MY CAR).  It is not where I parked it this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: &lt;/strong&gt; What do you mean?  Did you forget where you parked it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tammy:&lt;/strong&gt;  No.  I parked it in the same lot that I parked it in on Wed.  But it is not in the space that I parked it in this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt;  Ok.  So, tell me what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tammy:&lt;/strong&gt;  Well, just like on Wed the guy just took my parking fee and then told me which space to park in.  Oh Shoot!!  He took my MONEY!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt;  Ok.  I get that he took your money.  But where is MY CAR?  Did he give you a ticket to put on your dash?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tammy:&lt;/strong&gt;  Uhhh…. NO!  He scammed me and took my MONEY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt;  Ok, Tammy I understand that he took your measly $5.00.  Now, find out where MY CAR is.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My car was towed and impounded.  Two hours and $200.00 later she was following me out of downtown Houston into the suburbs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3481755008829862390-830553245395567065?l=theemptynestlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemptynestlife.blogspot.com/feeds/830553245395567065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3481755008829862390&amp;postID=830553245395567065&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481755008829862390/posts/default/830553245395567065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481755008829862390/posts/default/830553245395567065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemptynestlife.blogspot.com/2008/07/grown-up-conversation.html' title='Grown-Up Conversation'/><author><name>Joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14690842475770399580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zfSENSMi0BU/Tkk7OtUdBfI/AAAAAAAABTI/D4Kp_Pd64dY/s220/IMG_3652copy7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3481755008829862390.post-4376326953085158635</id><published>2008-07-16T09:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:08:39.192-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Three and Four Down</title><content type='html'>Four new grandbabies in less than 6 months is so much fun!!&lt;br /&gt;Here is #3 - Ruby - I really, really want her to have red hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/SHu85ud496I/AAAAAAAAAlc/lbgNWsVy3Zc/s1600-h/collage+4+blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/SHu85ud496I/AAAAAAAAAlc/lbgNWsVy3Zc/s400/collage+4+blog.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222975892778186658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is #4 - Collin - He and his family will be moving to Singapore on July 27th.  That is 10,000 miles away!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/SHu85lpuHGI/AAAAAAAAAlk/6Egb6cpIyo4/s1600-h/collage+collage+fixed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/SHu85lpuHGI/AAAAAAAAAlk/6Egb6cpIyo4/s400/collage+collage+fixed.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222975890411887714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3481755008829862390-4376326953085158635?l=theemptynestlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemptynestlife.blogspot.com/feeds/4376326953085158635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3481755008829862390&amp;postID=4376326953085158635&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481755008829862390/posts/default/4376326953085158635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481755008829862390/posts/default/4376326953085158635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemptynestlife.blogspot.com/2008/07/three-and-four-down.html' title='Three and Four Down'/><author><name>Joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14690842475770399580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zfSENSMi0BU/Tkk7OtUdBfI/AAAAAAAABTI/D4Kp_Pd64dY/s220/IMG_3652copy7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/SHu85ud496I/AAAAAAAAAlc/lbgNWsVy3Zc/s72-c/collage+4+blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3481755008829862390.post-6207084387299849829</id><published>2008-07-15T09:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:08:39.383-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Strawberry Jam</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/SHulc6graEI/AAAAAAAAAlU/oLaH0zky5cg/s1600-h/DSC02984.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/SHulc6graEI/AAAAAAAAAlU/oLaH0zky5cg/s400/DSC02984.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222950109027461186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just wanted to share my newly invented recipe with you.   I wanted jam with less sugar and didn't want to spend $3-4.00 on pectin.   So here is what I came up with.   It is so easy and it comes out perfect!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ingredients:&lt;br /&gt;2 cups crushed strawberries&lt;br /&gt;1 cup sugar&lt;br /&gt;1 Tablespoon lemon juice&lt;br /&gt;1 package unflavored gelatin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Directions:&lt;br /&gt;Crush strawberries with a potato masher or in a food processor. &lt;br /&gt;Put all ingredients in a sauce pan.   On medium-low heat stir until &lt;br /&gt;sugar is dissolved.   Ladle into jars, zip lock bags or plastic containers.&lt;br /&gt;Stores in fridge for a few weeks.   Stores in freezer for about 6 months.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3481755008829862390-6207084387299849829?l=theemptynestlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemptynestlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6207084387299849829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3481755008829862390&amp;postID=6207084387299849829&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481755008829862390/posts/default/6207084387299849829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481755008829862390/posts/default/6207084387299849829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemptynestlife.blogspot.com/2008/07/strawberry-jam.html' title='Strawberry Jam'/><author><name>Joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14690842475770399580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zfSENSMi0BU/Tkk7OtUdBfI/AAAAAAAABTI/D4Kp_Pd64dY/s220/IMG_3652copy7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/SHulc6graEI/AAAAAAAAAlU/oLaH0zky5cg/s72-c/DSC02984.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3481755008829862390.post-6183225840277834420</id><published>2008-07-14T14:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T14:37:56.636-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Miss my Sweetheart</title><content type='html'>Everyday I think of him.  Many, many times.  And I miss so many things about him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I miss how we always sat close to each other in church– often holding hands unified in our faith.  Our children always sat on either side of us - never between us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the therapeutic-on-demand foot rubs.  In the most unladylike way, I would thrust my feet into his lap and know that without complaint he would soothe the cares of  the day away.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss sharing fajitas and conversations on the patio at Café Adobe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss his loving devotion to his mother which led him to call her every week to chat and express his love and concern for her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss being a participant in his weekly Sunday School class where he carefully and thoughtfully taught new members and investigators of the church.  Through his gentle inquirys he guided each student in discovering their own thoughts, feelings and opinions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss working on a project with him and the shared feeling of accomplishment when the task was completed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss answering the phone and hearing one of our children ask to talk to him when his advise or encouragement was being sought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss his companionship in everything I do.  His gratitude for meals.  His laugh while watching silly movies.   His enjoyment of running errands with me. His instructions while paying bills. His opinions when discussing issues.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss hearing him say to others “Welcome to church.”   “How is your family?”  “I appreciate all you do.”  “You are doing a great job.”   “Do the best you can.”  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss hearing him say to me “I appreciate all you do.”  “You are doing a great job.” “I just want you to be happy.”   “I love you.”   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Veldon, I miss you.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, Joyce&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3481755008829862390-6183225840277834420?l=theemptynestlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemptynestlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6183225840277834420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3481755008829862390&amp;postID=6183225840277834420&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481755008829862390/posts/default/6183225840277834420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481755008829862390/posts/default/6183225840277834420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemptynestlife.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-miss-my-sweetheart.html' title='I Miss my Sweetheart'/><author><name>Joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14690842475770399580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zfSENSMi0BU/Tkk7OtUdBfI/AAAAAAAABTI/D4Kp_Pd64dY/s220/IMG_3652copy7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3481755008829862390.post-5253238437566926828</id><published>2008-05-12T21:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:08:39.560-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Sweet Husband and Wonderful Father to Our Children</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/SCj68pWBpFI/AAAAAAAAAic/yCWstKcmadQ/s1600-h/page.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/SCj68pWBpFI/AAAAAAAAAic/yCWstKcmadQ/s400/page.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199681689596568658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This sweet man is losing his four year battle with cancer.  After submitting himself to 4 different chemo therapies, enduring stereotactic radiation to lesions in his brain, several seizures, surviving radiation to a tumor in the lung and too many CT scans, MRIs, blood tests, and parking fees to count, he is now at MD Anderson Cancer Center one last time where the Drs. are trying to help him with his shortness of breath and the anxiety that it brings.  Our family has created  &lt;a href="http://www.veldonsblog.blogspot.com/"&gt;Veldon’s Blog&lt;/a&gt; to honor him and to keep friends and family informed about his condition.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3481755008829862390-5253238437566926828?l=theemptynestlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemptynestlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5253238437566926828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3481755008829862390&amp;postID=5253238437566926828&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481755008829862390/posts/default/5253238437566926828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481755008829862390/posts/default/5253238437566926828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemptynestlife.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-sweet-husband-and-wonderful-father.html' title='My Sweet Husband and Wonderful Father to Our Children'/><author><name>Joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14690842475770399580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zfSENSMi0BU/Tkk7OtUdBfI/AAAAAAAABTI/D4Kp_Pd64dY/s220/IMG_3652copy7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/SCj68pWBpFI/AAAAAAAAAic/yCWstKcmadQ/s72-c/page.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3481755008829862390.post-7530952497741449406</id><published>2008-04-25T21:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:08:39.850-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Five Year Olds Crack Me Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/SBKEaHQh3CI/AAAAAAAAAh8/xV0D5wOZnjY/s1600-h/page1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/SBKEaHQh3CI/AAAAAAAAAh8/xV0D5wOZnjY/s400/page1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193358904471444514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just look at this concenration. Writing a story using words with three or fewer letters is tough work.  Reading what you wrote is tougher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/SBKEgXQh3DI/AAAAAAAAAiE/3bIA6qZ-crs/s1600-h/page3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/SBKEgXQh3DI/AAAAAAAAAiE/3bIA6qZ-crs/s400/page3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193359011845626930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3481755008829862390-7530952497741449406?l=theemptynestlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemptynestlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7530952497741449406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3481755008829862390&amp;postID=7530952497741449406&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481755008829862390/posts/default/7530952497741449406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481755008829862390/posts/default/7530952497741449406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemptynestlife.blogspot.com/2008/04/five-year-olds-crack-me-up.html' title='Five Year Olds Crack Me Up'/><author><name>Joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14690842475770399580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zfSENSMi0BU/Tkk7OtUdBfI/AAAAAAAABTI/D4Kp_Pd64dY/s220/IMG_3652copy7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/SBKEaHQh3CI/AAAAAAAAAh8/xV0D5wOZnjY/s72-c/page1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3481755008829862390.post-8999175945598307086</id><published>2008-04-22T11:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:08:40.157-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What is Wrong With this Picture????</title><content type='html'>Take a good look at this picture.  What is wrong with this picture???  There is Gina looking all calm and holding Jackson tenderly so that he won’t get nervous and feisty when the Physician’s Assistant starts the procedure.   He needs the 6 stitches removed from his forehead. (He calls it his threehead – of course,  because he is 3)  After jumping on the bed and breaking his head, we had him stitched up at the local hospital ER.  Obviously returning to the ER was overkill so we pulled into the local Urgent Care Facility while running errands one evening.&lt;br /&gt;Gina was in charge of helping Jackson get through the event uneventfully.  I was in charge of documenting the event and did a great job of getting pictures like this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/SA4G1HQh3BI/AAAAAAAAAh0/2EJ8BMx1tNQ/s1600-h/DSC02482.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/SA4G1HQh3BI/AAAAAAAAAh0/2EJ8BMx1tNQ/s400/DSC02482.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192094929955970066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I was in charge of baby Avery.  So, we were just a little bit distracted and didn’t think we had to be in charge of making sure the PA followed correct medical procedures.&lt;br /&gt;What is wrong with picture????  Did you notice?  No gloves!!!!  The PA is not wearing gloves!!!!  I didn’t notice because I was distracted by his very shaky hands holding very sharp scissors near my precious grandson’s head.  He was finished with the procedure before Gina and I realized that we never saw him wash his hands, he applied the antibiotic cream with his bare finger and he touched the bandage pad with his thumb.&lt;br /&gt;After we calmed down, we assured ourselves that Jackson is going to be OK.&lt;br /&gt;But we were mad at ourselves for not being more vigilant and aware of what was going on.  We have every right to be watchful, to ask questions, to walk out or to talk to a superior.  I sent a letter to the Dr./Owner of the facility documenting the vagrant oversights of the PA.  Do you think I will hear back from him? Should I call him?  Should I make a complaint to the Texas Board of Medical Examiners?  Should I ask to get the payment returned?  What do you think?  &lt;br /&gt;Now, if you live in my town and you are headed to an Urgent Care give me a call and I will let you know which one to avoid.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3481755008829862390-8999175945598307086?l=theemptynestlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemptynestlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8999175945598307086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3481755008829862390&amp;postID=8999175945598307086&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481755008829862390/posts/default/8999175945598307086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481755008829862390/posts/default/8999175945598307086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemptynestlife.blogspot.com/2008/04/what-is-wrong-with-this-picture.html' title='What is Wrong With this Picture????'/><author><name>Joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14690842475770399580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zfSENSMi0BU/Tkk7OtUdBfI/AAAAAAAABTI/D4Kp_Pd64dY/s220/IMG_3652copy7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/SA4G1HQh3BI/AAAAAAAAAh0/2EJ8BMx1tNQ/s72-c/DSC02482.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3481755008829862390.post-5415496018291263306</id><published>2008-04-21T12:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:08:40.250-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Collaging the Collages</title><content type='html'>How fun is this??  In &lt;a href="http://www.photoscape.org/ps/main/index.php"&gt;photoscape.com&lt;/a&gt; you make four collages then use them to make another collage. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/SAzHuJChEuI/AAAAAAAAAhs/g6vJK6pWapg/s1600-h/collaging+the+collages.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/SAzHuJChEuI/AAAAAAAAAhs/g6vJK6pWapg/s400/collaging+the+collages.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191744065965724386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3481755008829862390-5415496018291263306?l=theemptynestlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemptynestlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5415496018291263306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3481755008829862390&amp;postID=5415496018291263306&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481755008829862390/posts/default/5415496018291263306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481755008829862390/posts/default/5415496018291263306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemptynestlife.blogspot.com/2008/04/collaging-collages.html' title='Collaging the Collages'/><author><name>Joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14690842475770399580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zfSENSMi0BU/Tkk7OtUdBfI/AAAAAAAABTI/D4Kp_Pd64dY/s220/IMG_3652copy7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/SAzHuJChEuI/AAAAAAAAAhs/g6vJK6pWapg/s72-c/collaging+the+collages.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3481755008829862390.post-6475983179330106646</id><published>2008-04-21T12:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:08:40.380-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Keeping Jackson Busy</title><content type='html'>When someone asks "Can you...? OR Can I...?"  I like to say yes whenever possible. So when Jackson asked if he could help me decorate the wedding cake I was working on I told him he could decorate his own.  Gina filled a piping bag with pudding and I cut a piece from a cake I had in the freezer.  Jackson not only got to decorate a cake but eat it too.&lt;br /&gt;The crayon shaped popsicles were small enough that when Jackson asked for one more we could say "yes".&lt;br /&gt;Feed the ducks? - "of course"&lt;br /&gt;Keeping him busy was so much fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/SAzEc5ChEtI/AAAAAAAAAhk/VORYTqdWCjM/s1600-h/KeepingJacksonBusy3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/SAzEc5ChEtI/AAAAAAAAAhk/VORYTqdWCjM/s400/KeepingJacksonBusy3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191740471078097618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3481755008829862390-6475983179330106646?l=theemptynestlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemptynestlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6475983179330106646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3481755008829862390&amp;postID=6475983179330106646&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481755008829862390/posts/default/6475983179330106646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481755008829862390/posts/default/6475983179330106646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemptynestlife.blogspot.com/2008/04/keeping-jackson-busy.html' title='Keeping Jackson Busy'/><author><name>Joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14690842475770399580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zfSENSMi0BU/Tkk7OtUdBfI/AAAAAAAABTI/D4Kp_Pd64dY/s220/IMG_3652copy7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/SAzEc5ChEtI/AAAAAAAAAhk/VORYTqdWCjM/s72-c/KeepingJacksonBusy3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3481755008829862390.post-6380474212409933099</id><published>2008-04-21T12:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:08:40.493-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cute Avery</title><content type='html'>I had so much fun taking pictures of Avery. While she was here she learned to suck her thumb.  I love thumbsucking babies.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/SAzB1ZChEsI/AAAAAAAAAhc/r3TudWdcp7M/s1600-h/Avery.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/SAzB1ZChEsI/AAAAAAAAAhc/r3TudWdcp7M/s400/Avery.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191737593450009282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3481755008829862390-6380474212409933099?l=theemptynestlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemptynestlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6380474212409933099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3481755008829862390&amp;postID=6380474212409933099&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481755008829862390/posts/default/6380474212409933099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481755008829862390/posts/default/6380474212409933099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemptynestlife.blogspot.com/2008/04/cute-avery.html' title='Cute Avery'/><author><name>Joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14690842475770399580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zfSENSMi0BU/Tkk7OtUdBfI/AAAAAAAABTI/D4Kp_Pd64dY/s220/IMG_3652copy7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/SAzB1ZChEsI/AAAAAAAAAhc/r3TudWdcp7M/s72-c/Avery.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3481755008829862390.post-1825252777343569674</id><published>2008-04-21T12:05:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:08:40.640-05:00</updated><title type='text'>We love the Houston Zoo</title><content type='html'>Gina posted a few zoo pictures on &lt;a href="http://www.kirtisngina.blogspot.com/"&gt;her blog&lt;/a&gt;.  I just needed to show off my collage making skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/SAy7ipChErI/AAAAAAAAAhU/0S_ZxbETCDs/s1600-h/At+the+Zoo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/SAy7ipChErI/AAAAAAAAAhU/0S_ZxbETCDs/s400/At+the+Zoo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191730674257695410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackson really liked the white alligator, komodo dragon, pushing Avery in the stroller, chasing pigeons and wearing Gina's sunglasses.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3481755008829862390-1825252777343569674?l=theemptynestlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemptynestlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1825252777343569674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3481755008829862390&amp;postID=1825252777343569674&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481755008829862390/posts/default/1825252777343569674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481755008829862390/posts/default/1825252777343569674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemptynestlife.blogspot.com/2008/04/zoo.html' title='We love the Houston Zoo'/><author><name>Joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14690842475770399580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zfSENSMi0BU/Tkk7OtUdBfI/AAAAAAAABTI/D4Kp_Pd64dY/s220/IMG_3652copy7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/SAy7ipChErI/AAAAAAAAAhU/0S_ZxbETCDs/s72-c/At+the+Zoo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3481755008829862390.post-1799792391317760996</id><published>2008-04-20T20:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:08:40.781-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yard Work - the after photos</title><content type='html'>Here is what we used in the landscaping&lt;br /&gt;Boxwood against the house&lt;br /&gt;Chinese Fringe – the dark purple bushes&lt;br /&gt;Light green monkey grass  in addition to &lt;br /&gt;Dark green monkey grass &lt;br /&gt;Knock Out Roses in front of the Crepe Myrtle&lt;br /&gt;Tall Grass(I don't know the name of it) behind the Crepe Myrtle&lt;br /&gt;Annuals – begonias and marigolds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/SAvizJChEqI/AAAAAAAAAhM/sMIBACV_OZE/s1600-h/Collage1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/SAvizJChEqI/AAAAAAAAAhM/sMIBACV_OZE/s400/Collage1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191492363702309538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3481755008829862390-1799792391317760996?l=theemptynestlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemptynestlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1799792391317760996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3481755008829862390&amp;postID=1799792391317760996&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481755008829862390/posts/default/1799792391317760996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481755008829862390/posts/default/1799792391317760996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemptynestlife.blogspot.com/2008/04/yard-work-after-photos.html' title='Yard Work - the after photos'/><author><name>Joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14690842475770399580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zfSENSMi0BU/Tkk7OtUdBfI/AAAAAAAABTI/D4Kp_Pd64dY/s220/IMG_3652copy7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/SAvizJChEqI/AAAAAAAAAhM/sMIBACV_OZE/s72-c/Collage1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3481755008829862390.post-7504615004530766437</id><published>2008-04-20T20:14:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:08:40.902-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What is under the Patio?</title><content type='html'>Whenever family comes to visit we always go to dinner at our favorite Mexican Restaurant.  We are addicted to the place.  Because it was a beautiful evening we chose to sit at an outside table overlooking the pond nearby.  We have sat on the patio a bunch of times - observing the ducks - observing the kids feeding the ducks -but until we followed Jackson to the sidewalk at the edge of the water we never would have seen the porcupine(Gina's guess) but wait there are no quills on his back.  I thought it was a muskrat. No, no, ... its a NUTRIA.  And he lives with his older brother under the patio decking.  And what are those under there? Duck eggs?  Here is what I learned - follow a little boy around and you will see a lot more and learn a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/SAvclpChEpI/AAAAAAAAAhE/o7cUoJc3aSQ/s1600-h/Nutria+and+ducks+at+Cafe+Adobe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/SAvclpChEpI/AAAAAAAAAhE/o7cUoJc3aSQ/s400/Nutria+and+ducks+at+Cafe+Adobe.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191485534704308882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3481755008829862390-7504615004530766437?l=theemptynestlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemptynestlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7504615004530766437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3481755008829862390&amp;postID=7504615004530766437&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481755008829862390/posts/default/7504615004530766437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481755008829862390/posts/default/7504615004530766437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemptynestlife.blogspot.com/2008/04/what-is-under-patio.html' title='What is under the Patio?'/><author><name>Joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14690842475770399580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zfSENSMi0BU/Tkk7OtUdBfI/AAAAAAAABTI/D4Kp_Pd64dY/s220/IMG_3652copy7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/SAvclpChEpI/AAAAAAAAAhE/o7cUoJc3aSQ/s72-c/Nutria+and+ducks+at+Cafe+Adobe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3481755008829862390.post-7168055648646094200</id><published>2008-04-20T20:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T20:10:40.683-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Three Down - One to Go</title><content type='html'>I’ve been pretty slow to announce that Ruby Gayle was born March 27.&lt;br /&gt;For cute pictures see &lt;a href="http://gregandrhonda.blogspot.com/"&gt;Rhonda and Greg’s blog&lt;/a&gt;.  When Rhonda comes to visit in a few weeks, I plan to take a zillion pictures which will get posted here.  Total # of grandchildren – 8.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3481755008829862390-7168055648646094200?l=theemptynestlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemptynestlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7168055648646094200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3481755008829862390&amp;postID=7168055648646094200&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481755008829862390/posts/default/7168055648646094200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481755008829862390/posts/default/7168055648646094200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemptynestlife.blogspot.com/2008/04/three-down-one-to-go.html' title='Three Down - One to Go'/><author><name>Joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14690842475770399580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zfSENSMi0BU/Tkk7OtUdBfI/AAAAAAAABTI/D4Kp_Pd64dY/s220/IMG_3652copy7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3481755008829862390.post-7008585817475474011</id><published>2008-04-03T11:10:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:08:41.928-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yard Work</title><content type='html'>The azaleas in front of our house look pretty for about 10 days every year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/R_UHvCQqqlI/AAAAAAAAAgc/MRtx68xnOAU/s1600-h/DSC00543.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/R_UHvCQqqlI/AAAAAAAAAgc/MRtx68xnOAU/s400/DSC00543.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185059050629016146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then they just look straggly and unkept for the rest of the year.  &lt;br /&gt;So, I am not at all sad about having Rocindo, our yard man, dig them out and put them on the curb for the garbage man. Gee, I didn't realize until just now how many men we have in our lives.  The garage door man - not my favorite fellow - he fixed the garage door but-whew-he sure charged a lot to replace a little cylindar thing that drives the doohicky.  And the electric man - I like him better - he fixed a few problems caused by the painter/self-proclaimed electrian and put in several new outlets.  And the appliance repairman - I like him best - he fixed the ice maker.  Without ice in the summer, I get pretty cranky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/R_UIZyQqqoI/AAAAAAAAAg0/A_HQe-_tEGs/s1600-h/Collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/R_UIZyQqqoI/AAAAAAAAAg0/A_HQe-_tEGs/s400/Collage.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185059785068423810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What were we talking about? Oh, ya, azaleas.  I feel a little naughty for tearing out them out especially when they are so highly honored in many ares of the South and Southeast.  In the spring when the azaleas are supposed to be blooming, the garden club in the River Oaks neighborhood of Houston sponsors an annual &lt;a href="http://www.riveroaksgardenclub.org/AzaleaTrail.cfm"&gt;Azalea Trail&lt;/a&gt; when you can tour the homes and gardens of the rich and famous. In an effort to help the tourists see the azaleas during peak of their short blooming time, concerned gardeners and weathermen give daily updates on the azalea blooming status.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/R_UIJCQqqnI/AAAAAAAAAgs/5DEmnuASN1E/s1600-h/FS_AzaleaTrail_Location2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/R_UIJCQqqnI/AAAAAAAAAgs/5DEmnuASN1E/s400/FS_AzaleaTrail_Location2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185059497305614962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Columbus, Mississippi is famous (not only because our family lived there twice - a total of 12 years) but for its &lt;a href="http://www.historic-columbus.org/main.html"&gt;Pilgrimage&lt;/a&gt;.  Again it is all about touring homes and gardens and azaleas.  But in Columbus the homes are Antebellum Homes - built before the Civil War. Isn't this a pretty place.  It is called Amzi Love and it is a Bed and Breakfast.  What a nice place to spend a few relaxing days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/R_UH7SQqqmI/AAAAAAAAAgk/18xWnfTMVRQ/s1600-h/amzi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/R_UH7SQqqmI/AAAAAAAAAgk/18xWnfTMVRQ/s400/amzi.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185059261082413666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one built in 1838, Twelve Gables, is famous for being the meeting place of local ladies who met in 1866 to plan a special day to decorate the graves of Confederate War dead in Friendship Cemetery. This ceremony lead to our country's Memorial Day. It is owned by the Dr. and Mrs Ray Gildea, Jr.  Trudy Gildea was Gina's 1st violin teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/R_UKYCQqqpI/AAAAAAAAAg8/xRg2COfOAlw/s1600-h/twelvegables.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/R_UKYCQqqpI/AAAAAAAAAg8/xRg2COfOAlw/s400/twelvegables.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185061954026908306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3481755008829862390-7008585817475474011?l=theemptynestlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemptynestlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7008585817475474011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3481755008829862390&amp;postID=7008585817475474011&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481755008829862390/posts/default/7008585817475474011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481755008829862390/posts/default/7008585817475474011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemptynestlife.blogspot.com/2008/04/yard-work.html' title='Yard Work'/><author><name>Joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14690842475770399580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zfSENSMi0BU/Tkk7OtUdBfI/AAAAAAAABTI/D4Kp_Pd64dY/s220/IMG_3652copy7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/R_UHvCQqqlI/AAAAAAAAAgc/MRtx68xnOAU/s72-c/DSC00543.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3481755008829862390.post-5223892234617198331</id><published>2008-03-27T12:16:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:08:42.026-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Congrats to Jenny and Christian</title><content type='html'>The cake is done and I think it turned out pretty good.  Kind of whimsical and fun don't you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/R-vIfCQqqfI/AAAAAAAAAfw/0n17-FQ7T4M/s1600-h/collage+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/R-vIfCQqqfI/AAAAAAAAAfw/0n17-FQ7T4M/s320/collage+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182456231728163314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3481755008829862390-5223892234617198331?l=theemptynestlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemptynestlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5223892234617198331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3481755008829862390&amp;postID=5223892234617198331&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481755008829862390/posts/default/5223892234617198331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481755008829862390/posts/default/5223892234617198331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemptynestlife.blogspot.com/2008/03/congrats-to-jenny-and-christian.html' title='Congrats to Jenny and Christian'/><author><name>Joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14690842475770399580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zfSENSMi0BU/Tkk7OtUdBfI/AAAAAAAABTI/D4Kp_Pd64dY/s220/IMG_3652copy7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/R-vIfCQqqfI/AAAAAAAAAfw/0n17-FQ7T4M/s72-c/collage+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3481755008829862390.post-8243432115992066623</id><published>2008-03-26T10:55:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:08:42.354-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Today's Goal</title><content type='html'>I am not very good at coming up with my own creative ideas but I am great at copying others.  So, when I saw this cake on carriescakes.com, I wanted to try to make it for Jenny's wedding shower tomorrow.  Isn't it so cute!!  Today I need to turn this - &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/R-pmwiQqqeI/AAAAAAAAAfo/ohuylCtaaHA/s1600-h/DSC02215.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/R-pmwiQqqeI/AAAAAAAAAfo/ohuylCtaaHA/s320/DSC02215.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182067305259641314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Into this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/R-pmOCQqqdI/AAAAAAAAAfg/TX6D6YCV53M/s1600-h/thumb225.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/R-pmOCQqqdI/AAAAAAAAAfg/TX6D6YCV53M/s320/thumb225.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182066712554154450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3481755008829862390-8243432115992066623?l=theemptynestlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemptynestlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8243432115992066623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3481755008829862390&amp;postID=8243432115992066623&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481755008829862390/posts/default/8243432115992066623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481755008829862390/posts/default/8243432115992066623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemptynestlife.blogspot.com/2008/03/todays-goal.html' title='Today&apos;s Goal'/><author><name>Joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14690842475770399580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zfSENSMi0BU/Tkk7OtUdBfI/AAAAAAAABTI/D4Kp_Pd64dY/s220/IMG_3652copy7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/R-pmwiQqqeI/AAAAAAAAAfo/ohuylCtaaHA/s72-c/DSC02215.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3481755008829862390.post-7025825898527237743</id><published>2008-03-21T13:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:08:42.449-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Teen Cheerleader Lives Next Door</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/R-Pw6CQqqaI/AAAAAAAAAfI/wquUNQNZ1X4/s1600-h/DSC02210.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/R-Pw6CQqqaI/AAAAAAAAAfI/wquUNQNZ1X4/s320/DSC02210.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180248876236056994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much to the chagrin of our friends, church leaders and the parents of our friends, TPing of their homes was great entertainment for my best friend, Maureen, and me on many Friday nights when we were not asked out by our most recent crush or invited to a party (not that we were bitter – we were just bored and a little creative). We would go on the prowl searching for  just the right victim of our white Two-Ply.  Not only did we throw the rolls over the trees and over the house, we wove the TP from bush to bush, from the house door knob to the car door handle, from tree trunk to garbage can.  It was a beautifully created web of pure white.  Only once were we caught by the police.  The victims sleepily answered the door and asked the police to let us clean it up and be on our way.  One night we dove to the ground behind some bushes as the police car slowly passed by.  Maureen and I were the good girls – well, all of our friends were good but we were the goodie-two-shoe girls. Our friends were not happy about having to clean up our Friday night shenanigans and accused each other of the misdeeds.  We finally confessed. We wanted the glory and recognition of being the best TPers in the small town of Palmdale, CA in 1969.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3481755008829862390-7025825898527237743?l=theemptynestlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemptynestlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7025825898527237743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3481755008829862390&amp;postID=7025825898527237743&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481755008829862390/posts/default/7025825898527237743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481755008829862390/posts/default/7025825898527237743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemptynestlife.blogspot.com/2008/03/teen-cheerleader-lives-next-door.html' title='A Teen Cheerleader Lives Next Door'/><author><name>Joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14690842475770399580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zfSENSMi0BU/Tkk7OtUdBfI/AAAAAAAABTI/D4Kp_Pd64dY/s220/IMG_3652copy7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/R-Pw6CQqqaI/AAAAAAAAAfI/wquUNQNZ1X4/s72-c/DSC02210.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3481755008829862390.post-2939206241203201346</id><published>2008-03-18T21:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:08:42.642-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Special Occasion Cakes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/R-BpCk8c6aI/AAAAAAAAAfA/9XEaBUDoA7E/s1600-h/colage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/R-BpCk8c6aI/AAAAAAAAAfA/9XEaBUDoA7E/s320/colage.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179255064473954722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like looking at cakes I have made and decorated for special occasions.  In most cases I have also been asked to "cut the cake".  It is very sad to put a lot of planning, cooking, and decorating into the finished product only to start stabbing and cutting it within minutes of delivering it to the party.  So, I make sure the cake tastes delicious and after I eat a piece I am happy again.&lt;br /&gt;Check out &lt;a href="http://www.photoscape.org/ps/main/index.php"&gt;photoscape&lt;/a&gt; for making a collage of your pictures.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3481755008829862390-2939206241203201346?l=theemptynestlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemptynestlife.blogspot.com/feeds/2939206241203201346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3481755008829862390&amp;postID=2939206241203201346&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481755008829862390/posts/default/2939206241203201346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481755008829862390/posts/default/2939206241203201346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemptynestlife.blogspot.com/2008/03/special-occasion-cakes.html' title='Special Occasion Cakes'/><author><name>Joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14690842475770399580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zfSENSMi0BU/Tkk7OtUdBfI/AAAAAAAABTI/D4Kp_Pd64dY/s220/IMG_3652copy7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/R-BpCk8c6aI/AAAAAAAAAfA/9XEaBUDoA7E/s72-c/colage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3481755008829862390.post-3978369666186092747</id><published>2008-03-12T12:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T12:54:07.328-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bargains from my Friend</title><content type='html'>Check out my friend's blog at &lt;br /&gt;http://peapodbargains.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;She is a genious at finding great bargains.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3481755008829862390-3978369666186092747?l=theemptynestlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemptynestlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3978369666186092747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3481755008829862390&amp;postID=3978369666186092747&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481755008829862390/posts/default/3978369666186092747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481755008829862390/posts/default/3978369666186092747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemptynestlife.blogspot.com/2008/03/bargains-from-my-friend.html' title='Bargains from my Friend'/><author><name>Joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14690842475770399580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zfSENSMi0BU/Tkk7OtUdBfI/AAAAAAAABTI/D4Kp_Pd64dY/s220/IMG_3652copy7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3481755008829862390.post-4691014967792408516</id><published>2008-03-04T13:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T13:28:00.552-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pandora Radio</title><content type='html'>What is your music preference?  Norah Jones, Frank Sinatra, Louis Armstrong or Judy Garland .. Well, just tell &lt;a href="http://www.pandora.com/?tc=x-036821-0035-1149"&gt;Pandora Radio&lt;/a&gt; what you like and it will create a radio station just for you.  Two of my favorites are Josh Groban – swoon - and Enya – ahhh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3481755008829862390-4691014967792408516?l=theemptynestlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemptynestlife.blogspot.com/feeds/4691014967792408516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3481755008829862390&amp;postID=4691014967792408516&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481755008829862390/posts/default/4691014967792408516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481755008829862390/posts/default/4691014967792408516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemptynestlife.blogspot.com/2008/03/pandora-radio.html' title='Pandora Radio'/><author><name>Joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14690842475770399580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zfSENSMi0BU/Tkk7OtUdBfI/AAAAAAAABTI/D4Kp_Pd64dY/s220/IMG_3652copy7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3481755008829862390.post-4271476482192217742</id><published>2008-03-01T13:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T13:26:38.069-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Geek Squad</title><content type='html'>It seemed like a good idea when Veldon turned off the computer during a big – I mean ginormous – tornado producing thunderstorm.  Happily the storm blew through producing no overturned trees, cars or cows.  Unhappily the computer would not turn on.  After a quick call to Dell, Veldon took the computer to the Geek Squad at Best Buy.  With lightening speed they diagnosed the problem and installed a new power supplier thingy in 10 minutes.  Then we sang and danced and hooped and hollered with delight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3481755008829862390-4271476482192217742?l=theemptynestlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemptynestlife.blogspot.com/feeds/4271476482192217742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3481755008829862390&amp;postID=4271476482192217742&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481755008829862390/posts/default/4271476482192217742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481755008829862390/posts/default/4271476482192217742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemptynestlife.blogspot.com/2008/03/geek-squad.html' title='Geek Squad'/><author><name>Joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14690842475770399580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zfSENSMi0BU/Tkk7OtUdBfI/AAAAAAAABTI/D4Kp_Pd64dY/s220/IMG_3652copy7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3481755008829862390.post-7902193320075162121</id><published>2008-02-29T15:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:08:43.947-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tulips</title><content type='html'>A few weeks ago, a good friend brought us a pot of tulips.  So, I practiced my Macro Photo taking skills on them.  Then I used &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/"&gt;&lt;a href="http://"&gt;&lt;a href="http://"&gt;Picasa&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt; to fix them up a little bit.  It is amazing that such a simple to use and free program can give such great results. What do you think?&lt;br /&gt;Before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/R8hvm8EOrnI/AAAAAAAAAe4/vyJfq1_vF7A/s1600-h/DSC02040-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/R8hvm8EOrnI/AAAAAAAAAe4/vyJfq1_vF7A/s200/DSC02040-1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172506886784593522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/R8hu58EOrmI/AAAAAAAAAew/glYJNFo2F5Q/s1600-h/DSC02040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/R8hu58EOrmI/AAAAAAAAAew/glYJNFo2F5Q/s200/DSC02040.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172506113690480226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/R8httcEOrlI/AAAAAAAAAeo/q3D9YlWHQCo/s1600-h/DSC02038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/R8httcEOrlI/AAAAAAAAAeo/q3D9YlWHQCo/s200/DSC02038.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172504799430487634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/R8hsjMEOrkI/AAAAAAAAAeg/-tRSsHuR2aI/s1600-h/DSC02038-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/R8hsjMEOrkI/AAAAAAAAAeg/-tRSsHuR2aI/s200/DSC02038-1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172503523825200706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/R8hr0sEOrjI/AAAAAAAAAeY/nNTFvujfC-c/s1600-h/DSC02032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/R8hr0sEOrjI/AAAAAAAAAeY/nNTFvujfC-c/s200/DSC02032.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172502724961283634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/R8hqpcEOriI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/R8psyICX-mM/s1600-h/DSC02032-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/R8hqpcEOriI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/R8psyICX-mM/s200/DSC02032-1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172501432176127522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3481755008829862390-7902193320075162121?l=theemptynestlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemptynestlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7902193320075162121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3481755008829862390&amp;postID=7902193320075162121&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481755008829862390/posts/default/7902193320075162121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481755008829862390/posts/default/7902193320075162121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemptynestlife.blogspot.com/2008/02/tulips.html' title='Tulips'/><author><name>Joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14690842475770399580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zfSENSMi0BU/Tkk7OtUdBfI/AAAAAAAABTI/D4Kp_Pd64dY/s220/IMG_3652copy7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/R8hvm8EOrnI/AAAAAAAAAe4/vyJfq1_vF7A/s72-c/DSC02040-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3481755008829862390.post-7546339466252405150</id><published>2008-02-28T18:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:08:44.961-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Steaks and Shakes</title><content type='html'>First, an apology to Tammy.  Sorry honey.  I know how squeamish you can be about meat.  I know you watched as the Hmong shopped at the slaughter house in Minneapolis last summer.  The sights, sounds and smells were frightening – maybe sickening is a better word - and hard to forget.  So, you might want to skip reading this blog.  Go paint your toe nails, or eat an orange or prepare for your college graduation.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;The official name of my kitchen is now &lt;strong&gt;Joyce’s Steaks and Shakes&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Veldon needs to gain weight or at least maintain his weight.  Yes, I know, I know we all would like to have a problem like that.  But having radiation treatments every day for 3 weeks is a crummy way to lose your appetite and feel nauseous all the time.  So, when the nutritionist asked if he liked steak (the protein helps to heal the radiated area) he got this sudden craving for …   you guessed it – Steak.  Then she asked if he likes milk shakes (plum full of calories if made with Blue Bell Ice Cream, chocolate sauce and whole milk).  So, wouldn’t you know it he got another sudden craving for…… you’re  right - Milk Shakes.  Well, I feel very competent in the Milk Shake making department.  I first started making them in our olive green blender and raised 5 shake-drinking children.  But for TWO reasons I was a little apprehensive about cooking a steak &lt;br /&gt;1.  I have never cooked a steak before.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;2.  That very same morning the newspaper headlines screamed “U.S. Orders Its Largest BEEF RECALL”.  Throwing caution to the wind I headed straight to Kroger and bought  New York strip steak then fired up the broiler. You need: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/R8dMrqcQqaI/AAAAAAAAAco/nM_Ze9ijc0w/s1600-h/DSC02174.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/R8dMrqcQqaI/AAAAAAAAAco/nM_Ze9ijc0w/s200/DSC02174.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172187010069211554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rub both sides of steak with some oil then sprinkled on some salt and pepper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/R8dNuqcQqbI/AAAAAAAAAcw/TJ0Mxz8hqwY/s1600-h/DSC02177.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/R8dNuqcQqbI/AAAAAAAAAcw/TJ0Mxz8hqwY/s200/DSC02177.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172188161120446898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/R8dNvacQqcI/AAAAAAAAAc4/L5fBz0i0izI/s1600-h/DSC02178.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/R8dNvacQqcI/AAAAAAAAAc4/L5fBz0i0izI/s200/DSC02178.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172188174005348802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Broil each side for 7-8 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/R8dOZacQqdI/AAAAAAAAAdA/e0eJgXlqW1I/s1600-h/DSC02179.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/R8dOZacQqdI/AAAAAAAAAdA/e0eJgXlqW1I/s200/DSC02179.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172188895559854546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After taking steaks out of the oven shake on a little garlic powder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/R8dPgacQqeI/AAAAAAAAAdI/7DEKUI2wRIU/s1600-h/DSC02181.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/R8dPgacQqeI/AAAAAAAAAdI/7DEKUI2wRIU/s200/DSC02181.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172190115330566626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A finished steak will have a little pink in the middle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/R8dRaacQqfI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/4W5RVQiTpkM/s1600-h/DSC02182.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/R8dRaacQqfI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/4W5RVQiTpkM/s200/DSC02182.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172192211274607090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just didn’t know it could be that easy.  And taste that good.  Now I have a craving for steak.  Bought some rib eye steaks.  They were good.  Went back to the store for some T-bone steak (my favorite).  Pretty good too.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just have to wonder if there is any correlation between the largest beef recall and the low, really low prices of steaks at Kroger through Tues Mar.4th.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3481755008829862390-7546339466252405150?l=theemptynestlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemptynestlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7546339466252405150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3481755008829862390&amp;postID=7546339466252405150&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481755008829862390/posts/default/7546339466252405150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481755008829862390/posts/default/7546339466252405150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemptynestlife.blogspot.com/2008/02/steaks-and-shakes.html' title='Steaks and Shakes'/><author><name>Joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14690842475770399580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zfSENSMi0BU/Tkk7OtUdBfI/AAAAAAAABTI/D4Kp_Pd64dY/s220/IMG_3652copy7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/R8dMrqcQqaI/AAAAAAAAAco/nM_Ze9ijc0w/s72-c/DSC02174.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3481755008829862390.post-3931004919983583892</id><published>2008-02-28T12:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:08:45.108-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Walgreens Free Stuff for March</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/R8btE6cQqZI/AAAAAAAAAcg/yH_NDXk54oU/s1600-h/DSC02173.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/R8btE6cQqZI/AAAAAAAAAcg/yH_NDXk54oU/s200/DSC02173.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172081890744641938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is time to go to Walgreens again.  Free things this month : Listerine Smart Rinse (the ad says it is available on the 9th   but I found it at my local store yesterday),   Garnier Fructis Hair Styling Product,  Toothpaste,  Face Lotion, and Body Butter (it doesn’t list it as Free but it is Free) Vitamins (I had no luck finding the right size) Oral Rinse (they were out of this)&lt;br /&gt;Retail price of these 7 items – up to $52.70&lt;br /&gt;Here is what you do: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Purchase these items before, 29 Mar 2008&lt;br /&gt;Once you get into the store, Grab the Easy Saver Catalog (not the weekly sales flyer)&lt;br /&gt;The free items are listed on the bright yellow pages (page 32)&lt;br /&gt;Pictures of the free items are on pages 30, 31, and 37&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before you go – &lt;br /&gt;Address and stamp an envelope with the following address&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walgreens/March 2008&lt;br /&gt;Easy Saver Catalog&lt;br /&gt;Offer #439-308&lt;br /&gt;PO Box 200003&lt;br /&gt;El Paso, TX 88520-0003&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. When you check out – hand the cashier the items in the same order that they are listed in the catalog.  .  It will make it easier to number the items on the receipt.  &lt;br /&gt;2. If you purchase other items – buy them separately so you have a separate receipt in the event that you have to return something. &lt;br /&gt;3. Follow the instructions for “How to get your Rebate Savings” on page 36.  &lt;br /&gt;4. Put the receipt and Total earnings sheet and the customer info form in the envelope – Mail it when you get home.  In a few weeks you will get a check from Walgreens.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3481755008829862390-3931004919983583892?l=theemptynestlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemptynestlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3931004919983583892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3481755008829862390&amp;postID=3931004919983583892&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481755008829862390/posts/default/3931004919983583892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481755008829862390/posts/default/3931004919983583892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemptynestlife.blogspot.com/2008/02/walgreens-free-stuff-for-march.html' title='Walgreens Free Stuff for March'/><author><name>Joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14690842475770399580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zfSENSMi0BU/Tkk7OtUdBfI/AAAAAAAABTI/D4Kp_Pd64dY/s220/IMG_3652copy7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/R8btE6cQqZI/AAAAAAAAAcg/yH_NDXk54oU/s72-c/DSC02173.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3481755008829862390.post-6775066445606878003</id><published>2008-02-26T14:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:08:46.294-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Down – Two to Go</title><content type='html'>One more girl for Ryan and JaNae&lt;br /&gt;The many cute, cute faces of Alice Eliza &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/R8RwwKcQqYI/AAAAAAAAAcY/JsTLzSWOyFA/s1600-h/DSC02076-2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/R8RwwKcQqYI/AAAAAAAAAcY/JsTLzSWOyFA/s200/DSC02076-2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171382244867090818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/R8Rv9acQqXI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/JozxxLgLoSs/s1600-h/DSC02125-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/R8Rv9acQqXI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/JozxxLgLoSs/s200/DSC02125-1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171381372988729714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/R8RvZ6cQqWI/AAAAAAAAAcI/ESbaq3g51iE/s1600-h/DSC02136-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/R8RvZ6cQqWI/AAAAAAAAAcI/ESbaq3g51iE/s200/DSC02136-1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171380763103373666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/R8RsaacQqVI/AAAAAAAAAcA/lIjEWcxsqSs/s1600-h/DSC02095-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/R8RsaacQqVI/AAAAAAAAAcA/lIjEWcxsqSs/s200/DSC02095-1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171377473158424914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big sister Hayley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/R8Rr56cQqUI/AAAAAAAAAb4/B4603UmFQ2w/s1600-h/DSC02099-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/R8Rr56cQqUI/AAAAAAAAAb4/B4603UmFQ2w/s200/DSC02099-1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171376914812676418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maya loves accessories &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/R8RqeqcQqTI/AAAAAAAAAbw/IGy2nt1Wv3E/s1600-h/DSC02083-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/R8RqeqcQqTI/AAAAAAAAAbw/IGy2nt1Wv3E/s200/DSC02083-1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171375347149613362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3481755008829862390-6775066445606878003?l=theemptynestlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemptynestlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6775066445606878003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3481755008829862390&amp;postID=6775066445606878003&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481755008829862390/posts/default/6775066445606878003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481755008829862390/posts/default/6775066445606878003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemptynestlife.blogspot.com/2008/02/two-down-two-to-go.html' title='Two Down – Two to Go'/><author><name>Joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14690842475770399580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zfSENSMi0BU/Tkk7OtUdBfI/AAAAAAAABTI/D4Kp_Pd64dY/s220/IMG_3652copy7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/R8RwwKcQqYI/AAAAAAAAAcY/JsTLzSWOyFA/s72-c/DSC02076-2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3481755008829862390.post-6494174652819306786</id><published>2008-02-07T15:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:08:46.389-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Walgreens Free Stuff for February 2008</title><content type='html'>I love to get things for free.  With a little work on your part you can get shampoo, deodorant, a Venus razor, travel contact solution, and shower soap for FREE. &lt;br /&gt;Retail price of these five items - $28.75.&lt;br /&gt;Here is what you do:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Purchase these items before Feb. 23, 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/R6tlkNUOGeI/AAAAAAAAAbo/BwXxkXL48fI/s1600-h/DSC02046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/R6tlkNUOGeI/AAAAAAAAAbo/BwXxkXL48fI/s200/DSC02046.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164333070434572770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once you get into the store, Grab the Easy Saver Catalog (not the weekly sales  flyer)&lt;br /&gt;The free items are listed on the bright yellow pages (page 32)&lt;br /&gt;Pictures of the free items are on pages 42-44&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before you go – &lt;br /&gt;Address and stamp an envelope with the following address&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walgreens/February 2008&lt;br /&gt;Easy Saver Catalog&lt;br /&gt;Offer #439-208&lt;br /&gt;PO Box 200003&lt;br /&gt;El Paso, TX 88520-0003&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1&lt;/strong&gt;. When you check out hand the cashier the items in the same order that they are listed in the catalog. It will make it easier to number the items on the receipt.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2&lt;/strong&gt;. If you purchase other items – buy them separately so you have a separate receipt incase you need to return something. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3&lt;/strong&gt;. Follow the instructions for “How to get your Rebate Savings” on page 36.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4&lt;/strong&gt;. Put the&lt;strong&gt; Receipt&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Total Earnings Sheet&lt;/strong&gt; and the &lt;strong&gt;Customer Information Form&lt;/strong&gt; in the envelope – Mail it when you get home.  In a few weeks you will get a check from Walgreens.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3481755008829862390-6494174652819306786?l=theemptynestlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemptynestlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6494174652819306786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3481755008829862390&amp;postID=6494174652819306786&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481755008829862390/posts/default/6494174652819306786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481755008829862390/posts/default/6494174652819306786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemptynestlife.blogspot.com/2008/02/walgreens-free-stuff-for-february-2008.html' title='Walgreens Free Stuff for February 2008'/><author><name>Joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14690842475770399580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zfSENSMi0BU/Tkk7OtUdBfI/AAAAAAAABTI/D4Kp_Pd64dY/s220/IMG_3652copy7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/R6tlkNUOGeI/AAAAAAAAAbo/BwXxkXL48fI/s72-c/DSC02046.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3481755008829862390.post-6257923501067383803</id><published>2008-02-06T18:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:08:47.098-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You Know You Are a Hippie When….</title><content type='html'>Lately I have been wondering if a little bit of some inner Hippie characteristics have been creeping to the surface of my being.  I just wasn’t sure if grinding wheat into flour, making whole wheat bread, eating a lot less meat (I don’t have anything against eating meat but when I have a choice between eating bread and or eating anything else I tend to choose bread – especially homemade bread), knitting, wanting to buy less, consume less, and produce less garbage was part of the Hippie lifestyle.  So when I found &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Hippie-Handbook-Chelsea-Cain/dp/B000977UMA/ref=pd_bbs_sr_1?ie=UTF8&amp;s=books&amp;qid=1202339704&amp;sr=8-1"&gt;The Hippie Handbook&lt;/a&gt; on the clearance shelf at Half Price Book I knew I would find the answers within its flower power pages. &lt;br /&gt;Here are the Hippie Things I Have Done In My Lifetime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1&lt;/strong&gt;. Worn my hair like Joan Baez – long, straight and parted in the middle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/R6o9c9UOGZI/AAAAAAAAAbA/_niElmFMeac/s1600-h/C_Joyce+and+Ty+a+few+days+old.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/R6o9c9UOGZI/AAAAAAAAAbA/_niElmFMeac/s200/C_Joyce+and+Ty+a+few+days+old.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164007490438699410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2&lt;/strong&gt;. Anthropomorphized (a great new word I just learned by reading this enlightening book) an inanimate object.  Yes, I did.  I named my car Bart and talked to him “How are you on this cold morning?”  “Do you think your engine will start for me today?”  “Sorry about the whole hood-flying-up-ordeal while driving around the point of the mountain.”  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3&lt;/strong&gt;. Macraméd many groovy belts for my hip hugger bell bottom jeans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4&lt;/strong&gt;. Spouted an avocado seed in a jar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5&lt;/strong&gt;. Owned a sweet hippie ride – a 1965 VW Beetle named Bart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/R6o91dUOGaI/AAAAAAAAAbI/AKMOG2aDEBA/s1600-h/J_Joyce+with+Bart+sum+87.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/R6o91dUOGaI/AAAAAAAAAbI/AKMOG2aDEBA/s200/J_Joyce+with+Bart+sum+87.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164007911345494434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6&lt;/strong&gt;. A Sun Salutation –  a series of yoga positions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7&lt;/strong&gt;. Danced around the May Pole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8&lt;/strong&gt;. Made a dandelion crown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9&lt;/strong&gt;. Used a cable spool as a table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/R6o-EtUOGbI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/Z-ebTxx0CAQ/s1600-h/XTR_J%26T+xmas+eve+1974.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/R6o-EtUOGbI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/Z-ebTxx0CAQ/s200/XTR_J%26T+xmas+eve+1974.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164008173338499506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10&lt;/strong&gt;. Read &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Prophet-Kahlil-Gibran/dp/0394404289/ref=pd_bbs_2?ie=UTF8&amp;s=books&amp;qid=1202339770&amp;sr=1-2"&gt;The Prophet&lt;/a&gt; by Kahlil Gibran&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;None of my five children but all four of my granddaughters have acceptable Hippie names.  Haley, Maya, Avery, and Alice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, what a bummer. I guess being a hippie it is not my bag.  I am not down with the many new things I would need to do to be a true Hippie like  –  Flash a Peace Sign at appropriate times, Howl at the Moon on occasion, Build a Compost Pile, Panhandle, Hitchhike, Take care of Birkenstocks, Draw Psychedelic Letters, Tie Die a T-Shirt, Employ a Mantra while Meditating, Paint a Mural of rainbows, sunrises, or unicorns on the side of my house, Tree Sit, Smoke Bananas and Say things like “Can you dig it?”  “I have to split.”  Peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3481755008829862390-6257923501067383803?l=theemptynestlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemptynestlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6257923501067383803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3481755008829862390&amp;postID=6257923501067383803&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481755008829862390/posts/default/6257923501067383803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481755008829862390/posts/default/6257923501067383803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemptynestlife.blogspot.com/2008/02/you-know-you-are-hippie-when.html' title='You Know You Are a Hippie When….'/><author><name>Joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14690842475770399580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zfSENSMi0BU/Tkk7OtUdBfI/AAAAAAAABTI/D4Kp_Pd64dY/s220/IMG_3652copy7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/R6o9c9UOGZI/AAAAAAAAAbA/_niElmFMeac/s72-c/C_Joyce+and+Ty+a+few+days+old.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3481755008829862390.post-6683901938252548989</id><published>2008-02-04T19:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:08:47.329-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I've Been Tagged</title><content type='html'>I have been tagged by my niece, &lt;a href="http://www.millerthriller.blogspot.com/"&gt;Melanie&lt;/a&gt;, and have been asked to  write a blog with 10 weird random things, facts, or habits about myself. And now I am supposed to choose 10 people to be tagged but I will only tag 3 people. Read to the very end where you will learn if you have been tagged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1&lt;/strong&gt;. Recently I have been obsessed with making bread. Lots of bread. Plain bread. Bread with cinnamon. Bread with nuts, seeds and cooked wheat berries. There is no room for meat or frozen veggies - the freezer is stuffed with Bread.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2&lt;/strong&gt;. I need to travel more. I’ve only been to 40 of the &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/1000-Places-See-Before-You/dp/B000RIAI3Y/ref=pd_bbs_sr_4?ie=UTF8&amp;s=automotive&amp;qid=1202172044&amp;sr=8-4"&gt;1000 places to see before you die&lt;/a&gt;.  My favorite places are all in Italy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3&lt;/strong&gt;. In 1975- 76, as a stay at home mom, I earned enough money by making and selling bread dough baskets, sock monkeys, and quiet books to pay my hubby’s tuition to Brigham Young University for 4 semesters. Go Cougars!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/R6pA7dUOGcI/AAAAAAAAAbY/i2m682wwfQA/s1600-h/G_J+finishes+bd+baskets+dec+74.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/R6pA7dUOGcI/AAAAAAAAAbY/i2m682wwfQA/s200/G_J+finishes+bd+baskets+dec+74.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164011312959592898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/R6pBFdUOGdI/AAAAAAAAAbg/Gvkz7VNYucE/s1600-h/XTR_TY+feeds+sock+monkey+75.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/R6pBFdUOGdI/AAAAAAAAAbg/Gvkz7VNYucE/s200/XTR_TY+feeds+sock+monkey+75.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164011484758284754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4&lt;/strong&gt;. I love fabric – &lt;a href="http://theemptynestlife.blogspot.com/2008/01/playroom.html"&gt;especially flannel&lt;/a&gt; – don’t forget you can buy it the day after Thanksgiving for $.99 per yard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5&lt;/strong&gt;. I love yarn and taught myself to knit when I was about 14 yrs old.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6&lt;/strong&gt;. I really don’t like jewelry.  Of course I love my wedding ring and the 5 diamond (small diamonds) ring that reminds me of my five brilliant and shining children. I also wear my hubby’s wedding ring. Oh, I didn’t get my ears pierced until I was 41 years old. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7&lt;/strong&gt;. I still cut my own hair and my hubby’s.  I used to cut all of the kid’s hair.  Now when I travel to see my girls I always take my scissors with me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8&lt;/strong&gt;. When I was about 6 I was hit by a car while riding my bicycle. More on this story later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9&lt;/strong&gt;. I hate having to wear reading glasses but since I love to read, I am happy that I can purchase them at the Dollar Tree. My all time favorite book is &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Jane-Penguin-Classics-Charlotte-Bront%C3%AB/dp/0141441143/ref=pd_bbs_sr_2?ie=UTF8&amp;s=books&amp;qid=1202173153&amp;sr=8-2"&gt;Jane Eyre &lt;/a&gt;by Charlotte Bronte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10&lt;/strong&gt;. I love Walgreen’s Free Stuff.  Watch for my Blog on Thursday when I will share with you how to get your own Free Stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, &lt;a href="http://www.kirtisngina.blogspot.com/"&gt;Gina&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.gregandrhonda.blogspot.com/"&gt;Rhonda&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://messickcrew.blogspot.com/"&gt;Natalie&lt;/a&gt;, if you made it to the end of the random things about me you now know that you have been tagged.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3481755008829862390-6683901938252548989?l=theemptynestlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemptynestlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6683901938252548989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3481755008829862390&amp;postID=6683901938252548989&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481755008829862390/posts/default/6683901938252548989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481755008829862390/posts/default/6683901938252548989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemptynestlife.blogspot.com/2008/02/ive-been-tagged.html' title='I&apos;ve Been Tagged'/><author><name>Joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14690842475770399580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zfSENSMi0BU/Tkk7OtUdBfI/AAAAAAAABTI/D4Kp_Pd64dY/s220/IMG_3652copy7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/R6pA7dUOGcI/AAAAAAAAAbY/i2m682wwfQA/s72-c/G_J+finishes+bd+baskets+dec+74.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3481755008829862390.post-3811606498392677500</id><published>2008-02-01T19:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T19:12:41.005-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cupcakes by Gina</title><content type='html'>You have got to see the &lt;a href="http://cakesbygina.blogspot.com/2008/01/shiny-and-delicious-frosting.html"&gt;fabulous cupcakes Gina made&lt;/a&gt;.  The best part – the frosting is FAT FREE.  And it is so easy to frost the cupcakes.  All you do is hold  the cupcake upside-down and dip it in the frosting, turn the cupcake right side up and TA DA you have a cupcake with a cute curly cue on top.  Sprinkle on the colored sugar and you are done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3481755008829862390-3811606498392677500?l=theemptynestlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemptynestlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3811606498392677500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3481755008829862390&amp;postID=3811606498392677500&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481755008829862390/posts/default/3811606498392677500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481755008829862390/posts/default/3811606498392677500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemptynestlife.blogspot.com/2008/02/cupcakes-by-gina.html' title='Cupcakes by Gina'/><author><name>Joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14690842475770399580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zfSENSMi0BU/Tkk7OtUdBfI/AAAAAAAABTI/D4Kp_Pd64dY/s220/IMG_3652copy7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3481755008829862390.post-6986223548950809991</id><published>2008-01-31T10:49:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T20:58:39.488-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I am Proud of..</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;1&lt;/strong&gt;.  While driving, I have never hit any of the many squirrels that scurry across our neighborhood streets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2&lt;/strong&gt;.  One spring just before Gina was married I planted flowers, very pretty impatients, in the front yard for the deer to eat.  Well, I didn’t want the deer to eat them but I am proud of myself for still loving the deer.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3&lt;/strong&gt;.  Although I said I would never do it, I started a Blog.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4&lt;/strong&gt;.  I figured out and love &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Google Reader&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; – at a glance I know if one of my blogger friends has posted something new on their Blog.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5&lt;/strong&gt;.  I signed up for &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Google Analytics&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; – I am proud to announce that as of Jan. 21st  I have had 37 unique (not like weird) but different visitors to my blog.  It is kind of fun to know stuff like that. You don't all post a comment.  I wish you would.  It would be fun if you did.  But it is OK that you don't.  It is enough for me to just know that you have been here, took a glance, or stayed and digested every morsel of thought and wisdom humbly provided. The end.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ta Da&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;You can stop clapping now.  &lt;br /&gt;Thank You&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3481755008829862390-6986223548950809991?l=theemptynestlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemptynestlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6986223548950809991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3481755008829862390&amp;postID=6986223548950809991&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481755008829862390/posts/default/6986223548950809991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481755008829862390/posts/default/6986223548950809991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemptynestlife.blogspot.com/2008/01/things-i-am-proud-of.html' title='Things I am Proud of..'/><author><name>Joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14690842475770399580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zfSENSMi0BU/Tkk7OtUdBfI/AAAAAAAABTI/D4Kp_Pd64dY/s220/IMG_3652copy7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3481755008829862390.post-534261859246549036</id><published>2008-01-26T14:56:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:08:48.100-05:00</updated><title type='text'>One Down Three to Go</title><content type='html'>With the recent birth of Avery Jane, we now have 6 grandchildren.  And we are happy to announce that there are 3 more on the way.  Two more granddaughters and 1 more grandson. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The many faces of Avery.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/R5uRDdUOGQI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/tgGMcyRtssY/s1600-h/DSC01947-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/R5uRDdUOGQI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/tgGMcyRtssY/s320/DSC01947-1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159877286678108418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/R5uREdUOGRI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/Z1rgUHBzI4g/s1600-h/DSC02006-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/R5uREdUOGRI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/Z1rgUHBzI4g/s320/DSC02006-1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159877303857977618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/R5uRE9UOGSI/AAAAAAAAAaE/boIU5-9ELFM/s1600-h/DSC02007-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/R5uRE9UOGSI/AAAAAAAAAaE/boIU5-9ELFM/s320/DSC02007-1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159877312447912226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/R5uQptUOGPI/AAAAAAAAAZs/IK37mFmY5Mk/s1600-h/DSC01999-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/R5uQptUOGPI/AAAAAAAAAZs/IK37mFmY5Mk/s320/DSC01999-1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159876844296476914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3481755008829862390-534261859246549036?l=theemptynestlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemptynestlife.blogspot.com/feeds/534261859246549036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3481755008829862390&amp;postID=534261859246549036&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481755008829862390/posts/default/534261859246549036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481755008829862390/posts/default/534261859246549036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemptynestlife.blogspot.com/2008/01/one-down-three-to-go.html' title='One Down Three to Go'/><author><name>Joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14690842475770399580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zfSENSMi0BU/Tkk7OtUdBfI/AAAAAAAABTI/D4Kp_Pd64dY/s220/IMG_3652copy7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/R5uRDdUOGQI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/tgGMcyRtssY/s72-c/DSC01947-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3481755008829862390.post-270396713678705870</id><published>2008-01-26T14:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:08:48.305-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cakes</title><content type='html'>I forgot to paste the feet and toes onto the top of the cake. Luckily none fell off during transportation to the party.  This little piggy went to market, this little piggy fell on the floor, this little piggy was smushed into Lisa's carpet. Whew. good fortune was smiling on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Julie's Baby Shower Cake - It's a Boy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/R5uOLNUOGNI/AAAAAAAAAZc/gkrcJOBbVrg/s1600-h/DSC02015-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/R5uOLNUOGNI/AAAAAAAAAZc/gkrcJOBbVrg/s320/DSC02015-1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159874121287211218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Clark and Teresa's Wedding Cake - April 2007&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was such a pretty cake - I had to show it off again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/R5uPkdUOGOI/AAAAAAAAAZk/V8Qgon905dI/s1600-h/Weavercake-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/R5uPkdUOGOI/AAAAAAAAAZk/V8Qgon905dI/s320/Weavercake-1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159875654590535906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3481755008829862390-270396713678705870?l=theemptynestlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemptynestlife.blogspot.com/feeds/270396713678705870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3481755008829862390&amp;postID=270396713678705870&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481755008829862390/posts/default/270396713678705870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481755008829862390/posts/default/270396713678705870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemptynestlife.blogspot.com/2008/01/cakes.html' title='Cakes'/><author><name>Joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14690842475770399580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zfSENSMi0BU/Tkk7OtUdBfI/AAAAAAAABTI/D4Kp_Pd64dY/s220/IMG_3652copy7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/R5uOLNUOGNI/AAAAAAAAAZc/gkrcJOBbVrg/s72-c/DSC02015-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3481755008829862390.post-2092651580132557938</id><published>2008-01-24T14:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:08:48.732-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lighted Kniting Needles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lighted Crochet Hooks'/><title type='text'>Wish I'd Thought of ...</title><content type='html'>I learned about these clever needles and hooks last night while watching a middle-of-the-night TV show in the ER room with Veldon.  He had a fever and the nurse insisted that I take him to the dreaded ER.   “Can’t he just take a cool bath?” I pleaded.  “Or turn down the electric blanket?  Or drink ice water?”  No amount of whining would sway her.  After several hours of channel surfing I settled in on &lt;a href="http://www.cnbc.com/id/15838512"&gt;The Big Idea&lt;/a&gt;.  People share their stories of how they made a million dollars on things like......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lighted Knitting Needles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/R5jn6dUOGLI/AAAAAAAAAZM/UPidORN24Ro/s1600-h/knitlite2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/R5jn6dUOGLI/AAAAAAAAAZM/UPidORN24Ro/s320/knitlite2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159128364640770226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lighted Crochet Hooks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/R5jnzNUOGKI/AAAAAAAAAZE/IM5pIgjzhlU/s1600-h/Crochet_Lite.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/R5jnzNUOGKI/AAAAAAAAAZE/IM5pIgjzhlU/s320/Crochet_Lite.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159128240086718626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check them out at &lt;a href="http://laknitterieparisienne.com/Knit_Lite.html"&gt;La Knitterie Parisienne&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 2 anti-biotics, blood tests, Chest X-ray and an EKG, Veldon was released.  We were home by 3:00am.  We snuggled into bed.  I picked up the remote, looked for more million dollar ideas but they weren't out there anymore.  Good Night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3481755008829862390-2092651580132557938?l=theemptynestlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemptynestlife.blogspot.com/feeds/2092651580132557938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3481755008829862390&amp;postID=2092651580132557938&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481755008829862390/posts/default/2092651580132557938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481755008829862390/posts/default/2092651580132557938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemptynestlife.blogspot.com/2008/01/wish-id-thought-of.html' title='Wish I&apos;d Thought of ...'/><author><name>Joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14690842475770399580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zfSENSMi0BU/Tkk7OtUdBfI/AAAAAAAABTI/D4Kp_Pd64dY/s220/IMG_3652copy7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/R5jn6dUOGLI/AAAAAAAAAZM/UPidORN24Ro/s72-c/knitlite2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3481755008829862390.post-2683275125812048654</id><published>2008-01-14T17:18:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:08:49.618-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='honey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wheat berries'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oil'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wheat bread'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yeast'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cinnamon rolls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='white flour'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='salt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='JaNae&apos;s wheat bread recipe'/><title type='text'>Wheat Bread for One Year</title><content type='html'>After performing some very tough Mathematical Equations by dividing and multiplying ounces, pounds, cups and tablespoons, I  figured out how much stuff you need to make 6 loaves of wheat bread (or wheat/white bread) once a week for a year.   And it is not that much stuff.  I was surprised. And it is so cheap.  And it tastes so good.  Here is what you need.   And where you can get it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A combination of 40 cans of WHEAT BERRIES and WHITE FLOUR.  Bishop’s Storehouse has both.  Cost for 20 cans wheat berries- about $44.00.  And 20 cans white flour $46.00.  If you don't have a &lt;a href="http://waltonfeed.com/kitmill.html"&gt;wheat grinder&lt;/a&gt;, you can get one at K-Tec for about $200.00. You can also order wheat at &lt;a href="http://waltonfeed.com/"&gt;Walton Feeds&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/R4vs2EhWGMI/AAAAAAAAAY8/JQq2ALRt8mo/s1600-h/DSC01916.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/R4vs2EhWGMI/AAAAAAAAAY8/JQq2ALRt8mo/s320/DSC01916.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155474612126357698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 gallons plus 2 quarts of OIL.  Total Cost – about $15.00&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/R4vslkhWGLI/AAAAAAAAAY0/I4qO3wnKIpw/s1600-h/DSC01917.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/R4vslkhWGLI/AAAAAAAAAY0/I4qO3wnKIpw/s320/DSC01917.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155474328658516146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 gallons plus 2 quarts of HONEY.  (35 pounds) Seven of these from Sam’s Club.  Cost - $9.00/jar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/R4vsZUhWGKI/AAAAAAAAAYs/_9pMVTtmc7g/s1600-h/DSC01915.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/R4vsZUhWGKI/AAAAAAAAAYs/_9pMVTtmc7g/s320/DSC01915.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155474118205118626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 packages of YEAST. (4 pounds) Sam’s Club $2.00 each.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/R4vsLkhWGJI/AAAAAAAAAYk/8jM0bRIclRA/s1600-h/DSC01913.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/R4vsLkhWGJI/AAAAAAAAAYk/8jM0bRIclRA/s320/DSC01913.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155473881981917330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 round containers of SALT (6 pounds)  Cost $.50 each&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/R4vr_EhWGII/AAAAAAAAAYc/tzPrCRG_AvA/s1600-h/DSC01918.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/R4vr_EhWGII/AAAAAAAAAYc/tzPrCRG_AvA/s320/DSC01918.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155473667233552514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total Cost for Wheat Bread for 1 Year = $178.00&lt;br /&gt;Cost per loaf = $ .58.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you decide, and who wouldn't, to turn some of the dough into cinnamon rolls you’ll need these:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/R4vrrEhWGHI/AAAAAAAAAYU/jMsqE8tQFl4/s1600-h/DSC01920.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/R4vrrEhWGHI/AAAAAAAAAYU/jMsqE8tQFl4/s320/DSC01920.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155473323636168818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JaNae's Wheat Bread&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REALLY EASY WHEAT BREAD&lt;br /&gt;(SOFT CRUST)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a 1/2 wheat 1/2 white recipe.  &lt;br /&gt;Mix:&lt;br /&gt;7 cups wheat flour&lt;br /&gt;5 ½ c hot water&lt;br /&gt;2 ½ Tbl yeast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mix in:&lt;br /&gt;2/3 c honey&lt;br /&gt;2/3 c oil&lt;br /&gt;1 ½ Tbl salt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Add:&lt;br /&gt;5-6 c white flour (until dough is no longer sticky)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Divide and place in 6 medium loaf pans (7x3x2).&lt;br /&gt;Raise for 40 minutes&lt;br /&gt;Bake at 350° for 30 minutes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Directions:&lt;br /&gt;No real tricks...super easy.   You just have to experiment a little if you haven't made bread so that you learn what consistency dough should be.   Don't give up if you fail on a batch....although you'll want to.   Your first batch won't be your best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another note: I also like to raise and knead at least one more time than the recipe says (how many...depends on how much time I have that day!).   I think really kneading hard gives it a better texture--less crumbly.   And letting it sit for a few minutes when you first mix it up will help the flour absorb...then come back and finish adding the white flour.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3481755008829862390-2683275125812048654?l=theemptynestlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemptynestlife.blogspot.com/feeds/2683275125812048654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3481755008829862390&amp;postID=2683275125812048654&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481755008829862390/posts/default/2683275125812048654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481755008829862390/posts/default/2683275125812048654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemptynestlife.blogspot.com/2008/01/wheat-bread-for-one-year.html' title='Wheat Bread for One Year'/><author><name>Joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14690842475770399580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zfSENSMi0BU/Tkk7OtUdBfI/AAAAAAAABTI/D4Kp_Pd64dY/s220/IMG_3652copy7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/R4vs2EhWGMI/AAAAAAAAAY8/JQq2ALRt8mo/s72-c/DSC01916.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3481755008829862390.post-4640765613060208649</id><published>2008-01-14T10:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:08:51.280-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Picasa'/><title type='text'>Photo Make Overs</title><content type='html'>Here is my new way to spend  a great deal of time having fun on the computer.  Look at how a simple, free photo editing program, Picasa, can improve your photos.&lt;br /&gt;Do a little Cropping – it is always good to get rid of the extra stuff you don’t need in a photo.  Use the Fill Light.  Sharpen.  Soft Focus can be a lot of fun to use.  See how it adds  fuzziness to the edges of a photo.  And for extra fun - Use the Focal B/W – it turns the photo to a Black and White then it lets you put color in one spot.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/R4uEtEhWGAI/AAAAAAAAAXY/P9uktRIs5WU/s1600-h/DSC01681.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/R4uEtEhWGAI/AAAAAAAAAXY/P9uktRIs5WU/s200/DSC01681.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155360108298246146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/R4uEmUhWF_I/AAAAAAAAAXQ/zurhEGJXDHs/s1600-h/DSC01681.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/R4uEmUhWF_I/AAAAAAAAAXQ/zurhEGJXDHs/s200/DSC01681.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155359992334129138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/R4uESEhWF8I/AAAAAAAAAW4/ujwSJ35ZVro/s1600-h/DSC01636-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/R4uESEhWF8I/AAAAAAAAAW4/ujwSJ35ZVro/s200/DSC01636-1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155359644441778114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/R4uEcUhWF9I/AAAAAAAAAXA/3dmcoWFwkcA/s1600-h/DSC01636-2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/R4uEcUhWF9I/AAAAAAAAAXA/3dmcoWFwkcA/s200/DSC01636-2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155359820535437266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/R4uEiEhWF-I/AAAAAAAAAXI/OAcsnDklZfg/s1600-h/DSC01636.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/R4uEiEhWF-I/AAAAAAAAAXI/OAcsnDklZfg/s200/DSC01636.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155359919319685090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/R4uEIUhWF7I/AAAAAAAAAWw/hYINZss8BxU/s1600-h/DSC01600.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/R4uEIUhWF7I/AAAAAAAAAWw/hYINZss8BxU/s200/DSC01600.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155359476938053554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/R4uD9UhWF6I/AAAAAAAAAWo/jgf-chzoMNE/s1600-h/DSC01600-2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/R4uD9UhWF6I/AAAAAAAAAWo/jgf-chzoMNE/s200/DSC01600-2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155359287959492514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Download the Picasa program at Picasa.com&lt;br /&gt;Have Fun!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3481755008829862390-4640765613060208649?l=theemptynestlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemptynestlife.blogspot.com/feeds/4640765613060208649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3481755008829862390&amp;postID=4640765613060208649&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481755008829862390/posts/default/4640765613060208649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481755008829862390/posts/default/4640765613060208649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemptynestlife.blogspot.com/2008/01/here-is-my-new-way-to-spend-great-deal.html' title='Photo Make Overs'/><author><name>Joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14690842475770399580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zfSENSMi0BU/Tkk7OtUdBfI/AAAAAAAABTI/D4Kp_Pd64dY/s220/IMG_3652copy7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/R4uEtEhWGAI/AAAAAAAAAXY/P9uktRIs5WU/s72-c/DSC01681.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3481755008829862390.post-8429174083189352158</id><published>2008-01-05T10:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:08:52.020-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cats'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='allergy symptoms'/><title type='text'>Backdoor Cat</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/R3-h1EhWFrI/AAAAAAAAATk/HtqiuXmETfQ/s1600-h/DSC01763.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/R3-h1EhWFrI/AAAAAAAAATk/HtqiuXmETfQ/s400/DSC01763.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152014431853876914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After your mournful pleas, I almost opened the door a sliver to slip a bowl of milk out to satisfy your hungry cries.  I had to count the costs – not of the milk, that would be silly – just pennies –well, maybe more since organic milk has taken up residence in our refrigerator.  I had to consider the toll you feline creatures take on my eyes, nose and throat.  Your loving appreciation causes tears, snot and wheezing.  Then I would have to take a Benadryl and then a long nap.  Hmm, the nap sounds nice.  The throat constriction doesn’t.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/R3-hvkhWFqI/AAAAAAAAATc/34c8r3scBWM/s1600-h/DSC01760.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/R3-hvkhWFqI/AAAAAAAAATc/34c8r3scBWM/s400/DSC01760.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152014337364596386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I will not come out and rub your belly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/R3-hqEhWFpI/AAAAAAAAATU/-MNgDkYBkYk/s1600-h/DSC01767.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/R3-hqEhWFpI/AAAAAAAAATU/-MNgDkYBkYk/s400/DSC01767.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152014242875315858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3481755008829862390-8429174083189352158?l=theemptynestlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemptynestlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8429174083189352158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3481755008829862390&amp;postID=8429174083189352158&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481755008829862390/posts/default/8429174083189352158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481755008829862390/posts/default/8429174083189352158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemptynestlife.blogspot.com/2008/01/backdoor-cat.html' title='Backdoor Cat'/><author><name>Joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14690842475770399580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zfSENSMi0BU/Tkk7OtUdBfI/AAAAAAAABTI/D4Kp_Pd64dY/s220/IMG_3652copy7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/R3-h1EhWFrI/AAAAAAAAATk/HtqiuXmETfQ/s72-c/DSC01763.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3481755008829862390.post-8753753188711515061</id><published>2008-01-04T18:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:08:52.289-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kitchen Mill'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bread making'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bread'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wheat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bosch'/><title type='text'>Bread Making</title><content type='html'>Our east coast daughter-in-law makes delicious wheat bread.  Eating and eating it while we enjoyed the Holidays in her home added a pound or two to my medium sized frame and instilled a desire to come off my 20-year bread making vacation.   So, out of the dark recesses of my bottom kitchen cupboards I pulled my Kitchen Mill Wheat Grinder and my Bosch Bread Mixer. So, are you two trusty small kitchen appliances as excited as I am to try making bread again?  20 years ago we worked together like a well-oiled machine.  Each week, we made bread and cinnamon rolls for a family of 7.  Twice a week our oldest son churned out wheat bread delicacies and sold them to the neighbors.  &lt;br /&gt;Well, let’s get started on a renewed culinary adventure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/R37E-khWFjI/AAAAAAAAASk/-Dq7rOwIvcU/s1600-h/DSC01757.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/R37E-khWFjI/AAAAAAAAASk/-Dq7rOwIvcU/s400/DSC01757.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151771602992895538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we have gotten off to a slippery start&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/R37EyEhWFiI/AAAAAAAAASc/ULCVi-ZXSkQ/s1600-h/DSC01769.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/R37EyEhWFiI/AAAAAAAAASc/ULCVi-ZXSkQ/s400/DSC01769.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151771388244530722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3481755008829862390-8753753188711515061?l=theemptynestlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemptynestlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8753753188711515061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3481755008829862390&amp;postID=8753753188711515061&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481755008829862390/posts/default/8753753188711515061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481755008829862390/posts/default/8753753188711515061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemptynestlife.blogspot.com/2008/01/bread-making.html' title='Bread Making'/><author><name>Joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14690842475770399580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zfSENSMi0BU/Tkk7OtUdBfI/AAAAAAAABTI/D4Kp_Pd64dY/s220/IMG_3652copy7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/R37E-khWFjI/AAAAAAAAASk/-Dq7rOwIvcU/s72-c/DSC01757.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3481755008829862390.post-1230653428142334459</id><published>2008-01-04T09:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:08:53.995-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nativity Sets</title><content type='html'>This is the newest addition to our Nativity Set Collection. I loved it the minute I saw it. Joseph's tenderness. Mary's obvious love for her baby. But wait, is it really a nativity scene? Where are the wise men who followed the star and the shepherds who watched by night? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/R35EeEhWFhI/AAAAAAAAASU/ZDl5HiPLtIQ/s1600-h/DSC01552.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/R35EeEhWFhI/AAAAAAAAASU/ZDl5HiPLtIQ/s400/DSC01552.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151630307158791698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It finally dawned on me. This figurine depicts The Flight into Egypt and I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/R35EWUhWFgI/AAAAAAAAASM/sBkuaPMT43g/s1600-h/DSC01553.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/R35EWUhWFgI/AAAAAAAAASM/sBkuaPMT43g/s400/DSC01553.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151630174014805506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have a variety. Elegant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/R35EREhWFfI/AAAAAAAAASE/Uu8MRczHj3c/s1600-h/DSC01557.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/R35EREhWFfI/AAAAAAAAASE/Uu8MRczHj3c/s400/DSC01557.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151630083820492274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whimsical&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/R35EKEhWFeI/AAAAAAAAAR8/c9HM7RY5uj4/s1600-h/DSC01560.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/R35EKEhWFeI/AAAAAAAAAR8/c9HM7RY5uj4/s400/DSC01560.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151629963561407970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/R35ED0hWFdI/AAAAAAAAAR0/MQROfTZ0QKA/s1600-h/DSC01561.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/R35ED0hWFdI/AAAAAAAAAR0/MQROfTZ0QKA/s400/DSC01561.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151629856187225554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Spain with glowing halos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/R35D9EhWFcI/AAAAAAAAARs/r0OguEfAQGk/s1600-h/DSC01562.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/R35D9EhWFcI/AAAAAAAAARs/r0OguEfAQGk/s400/DSC01562.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151629740223108546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/R35D2UhWFbI/AAAAAAAAARk/nsFhMRHcTNc/s1600-h/DSC01563.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/R35D2UhWFbI/AAAAAAAAARk/nsFhMRHcTNc/s400/DSC01563.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151629624258991538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/R35Dw0hWFaI/AAAAAAAAARc/JrzYARPttQI/s1600-h/DSC01568.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/R35Dw0hWFaI/AAAAAAAAARc/JrzYARPttQI/s400/DSC01568.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151629529769711010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3481755008829862390-1230653428142334459?l=theemptynestlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemptynestlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1230653428142334459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3481755008829862390&amp;postID=1230653428142334459&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481755008829862390/posts/default/1230653428142334459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481755008829862390/posts/default/1230653428142334459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemptynestlife.blogspot.com/2008/01/nativity-sets_04.html' title='Nativity Sets'/><author><name>Joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14690842475770399580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zfSENSMi0BU/Tkk7OtUdBfI/AAAAAAAABTI/D4Kp_Pd64dY/s220/IMG_3652copy7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/R35EeEhWFhI/AAAAAAAAASU/ZDl5HiPLtIQ/s72-c/DSC01552.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3481755008829862390.post-4943873577200399385</id><published>2008-01-03T19:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:08:55.572-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flannel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby doll carrier'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quilts'/><title type='text'>The Playroom</title><content type='html'>Yikkes!  This disaster is entirely my doing.  I have no one with which to share the blame &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/R31_IEhWFZI/AAAAAAAAARU/EQnTqpxZNig/s1600-h/DSC01459.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/R31_IEhWFZI/AAAAAAAAARU/EQnTqpxZNig/s400/DSC01459.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151413325410997650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the disaster came a few funished products.  A "rag" quilt made from hubby's no-longer-needed work and church shirts and my skirts and jumpers from the early 90's.  No, I haven't been wearing them since the early 90's.  Really, I haven't.  I promise I am not the same skinny size I used to be in the early 90's when I was raising and chasing 5 kidlings.  I saved them for this successful moment.  I have a habit of seeing cast-off items fulfilling a future, useful life.  May the shirts and skirts and jumpers go forth and produce warmth for our frosty laps and toes.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/R31-_0hWFYI/AAAAAAAAARM/cAcD4r74F2w/s1600-h/DSC01348.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/R31-_0hWFYI/AAAAAAAAARM/cAcD4r74F2w/s400/DSC01348.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151413183677076866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/R31-1UhWFXI/AAAAAAAAARE/582Hd_99jc4/s1600-h/DSC01346.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/R31-1UhWFXI/AAAAAAAAARE/582Hd_99jc4/s400/DSC01346.JPG" border="0"alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151413003288450418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scrappy Quilt.  After our clever college daugther rescued fabrics from the give-away-pile and made a quilt like this one, I copied her and made one to match. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/R31-tUhWFWI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/zqWxu6t9awE/s1600-h/DSC01337.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/R31-tUhWFWI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/zqWxu6t9awE/s400/DSC01337.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151412865849496930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A fleece doll carrier for our east coast granddaughter's baby dolls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/R31-kkhWFVI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/HSGYE7sYNzA/s1600-h/DSC01485.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/R31-kkhWFVI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/HSGYE7sYNzA/s400/DSC01485.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151412715525641554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Folded Flannel.  I love flannel.  On Black Friday, when all good shoppers are pushing and shoving for good deals on TVs, cameras, and other electronic toys, I can be found at JoAnn's Fabric store fighting for flannel. Pink flannel for girl blankets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/R31-d0hWFUI/AAAAAAAAAQs/Cbp_Na1tNpM/s1600-h/DSC01475.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/R31-d0hWFUI/AAAAAAAAAQs/Cbp_Na1tNpM/s400/DSC01475.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151412599561524546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention that I love flannel.  Blue flannel for the boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/R31-YkhWFTI/AAAAAAAAAQk/HuwjSKaKon4/s1600-h/DSC01480.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/R31-YkhWFTI/AAAAAAAAAQk/HuwjSKaKon4/s400/DSC01480.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151412509367211314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yards and yards of fleece for future warm and fuzzy car seat blankets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/R31-SkhWFSI/AAAAAAAAAQc/lQNm9I_pMA0/s1600-h/DSC01479.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/R31-SkhWFSI/AAAAAAAAAQc/lQNm9I_pMA0/s400/DSC01479.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151412406287996194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could hear the words ringing in my ears, "Go to your room and don't come out until it is clean."  Can you come and play?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/R31-L0hWFRI/AAAAAAAAAQU/BhRYTGqlAdA/s1600-h/DSC01481.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/R31-L0hWFRI/AAAAAAAAAQU/BhRYTGqlAdA/s400/DSC01481.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151412290323879186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3481755008829862390-4943873577200399385?l=theemptynestlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemptynestlife.blogspot.com/feeds/4943873577200399385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3481755008829862390&amp;postID=4943873577200399385&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481755008829862390/posts/default/4943873577200399385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481755008829862390/posts/default/4943873577200399385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemptynestlife.blogspot.com/2008/01/playroom.html' title='The Playroom'/><author><name>Joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14690842475770399580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zfSENSMi0BU/Tkk7OtUdBfI/AAAAAAAABTI/D4Kp_Pd64dY/s220/IMG_3652copy7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/R31_IEhWFZI/AAAAAAAAARU/EQnTqpxZNig/s72-c/DSC01459.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3481755008829862390.post-572346653319588759</id><published>2008-01-01T22:34:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:08:56.121-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Weather Day</title><content type='html'>This is what we woke up to on Dec. 17th. - about 1/32 of an inch of frost that had to be scrapped off the windshield of the Honda Pilot that my wonderful husband bought for me last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/R3sGskhWE1I/AAAAAAAAALQ/wLM3O8cl4uc/s1600-h/DSC01517.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/R3sGskhWE1I/AAAAAAAAALQ/wLM3O8cl4uc/s400/DSC01517.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150717961615840082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is not that we don't have a one of these - a detached 3 car garage - to protect the Pilot from big weather events.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/R3sGl0hWE0I/AAAAAAAAALI/IoyEUFI-hQw/s1600-h/DSC01523.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/R3sGl0hWE0I/AAAAAAAAALI/IoyEUFI-hQw/s400/DSC01523.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150717845651723074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem is this - no, not the handy husband.   But, the cute 1960 corvette.   Our good friend owns 4 antique corvettes and needed to park this one in our garage to protect his baby from the elements. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/R3sGf0hWEzI/AAAAAAAAALA/7URMCXNJryo/s1600-h/DSC01536.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/R3sGf0hWEzI/AAAAAAAAALA/7URMCXNJryo/s400/DSC01536.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150717742572507954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3481755008829862390-572346653319588759?l=theemptynestlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemptynestlife.blogspot.com/feeds/572346653319588759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3481755008829862390&amp;postID=572346653319588759&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481755008829862390/posts/default/572346653319588759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481755008829862390/posts/default/572346653319588759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemptynestlife.blogspot.com/2008/01/big-weather-day.html' title='Big Weather Day'/><author><name>Joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14690842475770399580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zfSENSMi0BU/Tkk7OtUdBfI/AAAAAAAABTI/D4Kp_Pd64dY/s220/IMG_3652copy7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/R3sGskhWE1I/AAAAAAAAALQ/wLM3O8cl4uc/s72-c/DSC01517.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3481755008829862390.post-7688691182549343255</id><published>2008-01-01T22:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:08:56.273-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Food Storage</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/R4OYE0hWFzI/AAAAAAAAAVE/H0Wl_rNQRvI/s1600-h/DSC01515.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/R4OYE0hWFzI/AAAAAAAAAVE/H0Wl_rNQRvI/s320/DSC01515.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153129607227381554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year we figured out Food Storage.   Yes siree, we have got it down.   It is simple.   Figure out what you eat and store it.  We figured out that we were eating the same dang thing for breakfast every morning –  so we decided to store what we were eating.   Steel cut oats, almonds, raisins, other dried fruits and a sprinkle of cinnamon.   Veldon is in charge.   Since he is a stay-at-home-husband, he needs something to be in charge of.   After all, when he was a working man, he was in charge of spending 300 million dollars on improving chemical plants.   He needs to spend, track, implement and see results.   I am not ready to give up doing laundry.   He is allowed to wash dishes, clean the kitchen, clean toilets, pay the bills and cook on occasion.   But not the laundry.   So, since he is in charge, he buys, inventories, and cooks the oats in big batches that last all week in the fridge.   Each morning he warms his oats, sprinkles on the goodies, pours on the milk and enjoys.   I eat mine cold with the goodies and milk.   We love our breakfast and haven’t tired of eating it.   It is kind of nice to get up and while the brain is getting in gear to not have make a plan for breakfast.   It gives a sense of security –  no worries –  just a happy start to the day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3481755008829862390-7688691182549343255?l=theemptynestlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemptynestlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7688691182549343255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3481755008829862390&amp;postID=7688691182549343255&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481755008829862390/posts/default/7688691182549343255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481755008829862390/posts/default/7688691182549343255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemptynestlife.blogspot.com/2008/01/food-storage.html' title='Food Storage'/><author><name>Joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14690842475770399580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zfSENSMi0BU/Tkk7OtUdBfI/AAAAAAAABTI/D4Kp_Pd64dY/s220/IMG_3652copy7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TuLX6eifxLk/R4OYE0hWFzI/AAAAAAAAAVE/H0Wl_rNQRvI/s72-c/DSC01515.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
